It was a hot and steamy Friday night. Humid, October air was blowing in all directions, ruining the hair that took you so long to do. Shite, you thought, My hair is ruined, how the h*ck will I get the job now? You trudged along the dirty sidewalk, squinting at the darkness ahead. You were trying to make out ( ;) ) the building across the street when you felt someone bump into you. You were about to yell and tell them to fri*k off when you met the eyes of someone you never thought you'd meet in all of your pitiful life.

All that could escape your wide open mouth ( ;) ) was a shocked gasp and heavy breathes ( ;) ) as the man looked down upon you.

"Oh my g*sh, I am so sorry." You stutter as you force yourself to break the eye contact you two had remained. You gaze across his shoulder as he tells you it's okay, words that send your heart into a frenzy. You reach down to pick up the papers he dropped, startled by that fact that he had the same idea. Your hands touch. Good thing it's dark, so the redness of your face is unnoticeable. You pull your hand away quickly, spouting flustered apologies. To your and his surprise and pulls your hand back, interlocking your fingers. He smiles and whispers,

"It's okay."

Your heart is beating at the speed of light. He takes his other hand and caresses your face. You bite your lip as he stares into your eyes, the smexual tension so t h i c c, it could be cut with a knife. He moves his eyes down to your lips, and then quickly up to your eyes, a pleading look on his face. You take this as an invitation and hesitantly lean in. He jams his face into yours, sending sparks of lust throughout your entire body. The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate and hungry by the second. He pushes his t0ngu3 against your plump lip5, demanding entry. You tease him, but then allow it. He slithers his snake like t0ngu3 down your throat, waves of pleasure spiraling all over. You run your hands through his hair, a raspy m0@n escaping your lip$.

After what seems like an eternity, you break the kiss. You're disappointed, but that feeling goes away when he leans into your ear and whispers, "Friday's are awesome." He grabs your hand and leads you into CNN headquarters, a mix of love and lust surrounding you both. Scr*w the interview, this is way more important, you think as you enter one of the many rooms in the building. Before closing the door you look around for employees, meeting one's confused gaze you smirk and wink at them, their face morphing into a horrified expression. They were about to say something but you lock the door before they can. Even though you missed the interview, this turned out to be the best Friday you've ever experienced. Fridays really are awesome.