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Graduation Chronicles #2
Graduation Chronicles #2: Anticlimactic

Notes: This could be taken literally or no, it's reader's preference.

When Tony woke up he didn't feel any differently. He stumbled through the grimy motel and tumbled into the tiny bathroom. He flipped on the light and lent heavily against the sink, staring in to the mirror.

He huffed in disappointed as his own reflection blinked owlishly back. He'd been hoping to see some sort of physical change. The barest bit of stubble had sprouted in unattractive splotches on his chin, but that was nothing new. His eyes were drowsy and blood shot from lack of sleep, but otherwise still the same shade of blue. And despite the case of bed head, his hair looked the same too.

Last night had been the senior prom. He'd asked Loose Laura to be his date. It was a well known fact among the senior boys that Loose Laura gave excellent head. She even swallowed. When she'd agreed to go with him Tony had just about come in his pants.

He'd told his older brother, Pete. Pete had slapped him on the back, proud of his little brother for his impending score. He'd even used his advanced age to get Tony a motel room for the big night.

The prom had been okay. A bunch of their peers, who they saw on a daily basis, dressed up like performing monkeys.

Then afterwards, as subtle as possible, Tony had brought up the motel room. Laura had been all for it.

So they'd done the deed. It had been awkward. Tony was pretty sure that when Laura had been going down on him, he'd jabbed her in the eye, even though she blew it off (no pun intended), saying that it wasn't like she wasn't used to it. Then, she pulled out a condom. And as they'd rounded third plate and slid into home Tony hoped that when he awoke the next morning, the world would be a different place.

Well, it was the next day now. And Tony didn't feel any different, he didn't look any different. Nothing had changed except for a nagging worry that he might come down with a rash on his crotch.

So lame, he thought vaguely as he went out into the bedroom to wake his prom-date and tell her that they needed to clear out of the room, their time was just about up.