In the end, everyone ends up alone.

So, everyone hates Andy. Hates him. "Get rid of Andy," they say, not taking into account how much I love him. "Hang out with that other kid, he's better for you", they say. Hang out with the other kid who only took an interest in me after we dry humped on his parent's master bed in their camper at Glendale? "That was the best sex I never had", he said after we stopped, wiping his brow, 'never had' because I had a boyfriend and my period. He didn't find out about the former until the second time we hung out but he knew the exact date I was due to quit bleeding and decided that would be the best time for us to hang out next.
"What do you do during the day?"
Chores, I guess. Tan topless when it's nice out, but I don't say that for fear of erecting his tiny penis. Score one for the pro-Andy side: Scott's dick is much smaller thus less likely to satisfy.
"Well, that’s when we should hang out. The afternoon."
This seems odd to me, ever the skeptic, because if someone wants to hang out anytime that is not acceptable hanging out times, i.e. right after a typical work day (4-6), but before normal people go to sleep (10-12) then it is my belief that they are trying to hide their behavior from those who do work-parents, friends-anyone who might just happen to see you with this person and pass judgment. My guess was that he wanted me to sneak in the backdoor of his parents house while they were busy working and unavailable to see me, so that we could finally have that best sex ever.
It occurs to me while responding to Scott’s text that the best sex ever will not be with a boy I went to high school with but never talked to until, by some mistake of the universe, we drunkenly collided. The best sex ever will be with the boy I've spent the past year of my life loving, the boy I've spent the past six months missing, the boy I've spent the past month doubting. I hate meaningless sex. I want Andy.