My Life As A Teenage Robot Porn Story: Chains Chapter 7
My eyes are blue. A sky blue almost, they remind me of the ocean a little.
Describing the rest of me would be too difficult. I could not without sounding arrogant and vain. I’ll leave it at this, I have two hands, five fingers on each, and two feet, five toes on each. That’s good enough for me.
Food is wonderful. Taste is a sense totally unknown to me, and I like it. I like it alot. Deciding what food I want for my wedding has been great. I’d like a big ceaser salad, or salmon, definitely cherry pie.
My wedding will be marvelous. I’ve been looking at veils, I’d like one with a flower front to it. Purple lilacs. That sounds heavenly.
I’m overwhelmed by this new humanity. I’m overwhelmed by everything.
“Come on Jenny.” Tuck’s saying.
“What?”
“We’re going to Brad’s house to talk about the wedding.”
“Our wedding?”
Tuck’s rolling his eyes. “Uh, duh.”
I’m walking out to the car when Tuck asks me.
“Jenny, you wanna drive?”
“Me?”
“You’re the only Jenny here.”
“Uh, sure.” I’ve never driven a car before.
It can’t be that difficult. Don’t hit anything, and just park in the driveway. I know the way to Brad’s, just relax Jen, you’ll be fine.
Key in the ignition. Good start. Put it in drive. Doing good. Press the gas. Easy, Easy, good.
Turn left, right, straight, right. Keep going.
I don’t remember what went wrong. Somewhere between Brad’s driveway and our driveway I ran through a fence and dented the bumper. I wonder who’s mailbox that is on the hood of the car.
“Okay, maybe I’ll drive home.” Tuck tells me.
“Good idea.” Walking into Brad’s house. Walking, much easier.
“Jenny, Tuck, come in.” Brad says.
Apparently we were never friends in High School. I was never a cool life-saving robot who gave him a jet pack, so I guess he never thought I was much interesting.
Brad still has the same house. His son’s name is Peter now, and his daughter is Mary Ann. I suppose I’m just his sister-in-law.
“Sally! Jen and Tuck are here!”
She comes out. Same Sally I knew before. Same blonde hair, same high heels. Same everything.
“What do they want?”
“Plan the wedding.”
“Oh, whatever.” She stubs out her cigarette.
“Guess what I just got?” Brad says to Tuck.
“What?”
“Speedboat.”
“No way! I gotta see it.” They leave us alone.
I open up the catalog of Bridesmaid dresses. “I was thinking ruby red would look nice.”
She laughs. “Listen, when thinking about Bridesmaid dresses you have to automatically think blue and purple.”
“Blue and purple?”
“C’mon, ruby red?” She laughs.
“I guess that blue or purple would be okay…”
“Did you plan food?”
“I was thinking a ceaser salad.”
“Skip the greens. You can get a ceaser salad at McDonalds sweety. Fish and Chicken.”
“Fish and Chicken? I don’t even like that stuff.”
“Stop thinking about you, there are two people getting married.”
“Tuck’s allergic to fish.”
“Oh, quit whining. Who’s taking care of flowers?”
“I’m taking care of almost everything.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“Roses”
“Jenny, Tuck is a computer advisor and you’re a kindergarten teacher. You guys can’t afford roses! You’re still in debt from when you went to California State!”
“What do you think we should use?”
“Something that doesn’t clash with the outfits for the bouquets.” She’s thinking. “I got it, poppies.”
“Poppies?”
“It’s perfect!”
“Not for me.”
“You totally have to wear your hair up.”
“It’s not even that long.”
“Get extensions.”
“I don’t need fake hair…”
“It’ll look so pretty!”
***
We spent hours talking. I thought it was my wedding! I only needed to talk about Bridesmaid dresses with Sally, not the whole wedding! I don’t care what she says about ‘s Baptist church, I’m a catholic and I’m getting married at the Elizabeth Catholic church. The only way to stop me is to burn the church down!
I’m glad that we eventually got to leave.
“We’ll see you guys.” I wave goodbye.
Sitting in the car now, I have a huge headache from Sally. “Did you and Brad make any decisions?”
“Yeah, I think we’re goin’ with black for the tux color, and we’re all gonna wear ties. How’d you and Sally do?”
“She made alot of decisions, and she rejected all of mine! Honestly, I thought it was my wedding, not Sally’s! I do not care what she says, I’m having a ceaser salad and red roses at my wedding or my name isn’t Jennifer Wakeman!”
“Our wedding”
“Whatever!”
He puts his arm over my shoulders. “You’ll feel better after a night of you-know-what.”
I sigh.
***
I have never slept in the same bed as anyone before, except me and my eight sisters one time. But this was totally different.
“Jenny! You coming to bed or not?”
“I have to brush my teeth.”
“You just brushed them ten minutes ago.”
“They’re still dirty.”
“No they’re not, just come on!”
I hesitated, but got into the bed.
He stares at me. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“Wait I’m confused, is this some kind of foreplay?”
“OH MY GOD!” I quickly get up. “Is that what you want?! Pervert!”
“But we do that every week! Sometimes twice.”
“We do?”
“Duh.”
“Well, I don’t like it anymore.”
“Oh dear god.” He falls back. “Okay, what do I need to do?”
“What?”
“Is the garage door broken again?”
“What on Earth are you talking about?”
“A leaky faucet?”
I’m just staring at him.
“Whatever it is I’ll fix it after work.”
“Do you think I’d hold out just to get something fixed?”
“You’ve done it before.”
“It’s wrong!”
“Welcome to my world.”
“All of it’s wrong!”
“But I thought you liked foreplay.”
“AHH!!” I say out of exasperation. “I’m sleeping on the couch!”
I stomp downstairs. “Wait!” Tuck calls,”I thought that you’re supposed to kick me out!”
“Forget it!” I lay down on the couch. I never noticed before, but California can get pretty cold.
***
:O!
Doesn’t look like I get a Christmas present from Santa. I was naughty this year!
The fact that I actually touched this angle surprises me. Dirty!
I’ve been doing tons and tons of drawings of Jenny lately. I have to start my website soon.
There’s this cool site out there, it’s /mylifeasateenagerobot Go visit it, it’s pretty cool.
I’ve been reading some of the MLAATR fanfics out there. They’re pretty awesome. Keep on writing you guys, we need our own section!