First Kiss, chapter 13
"Michael get out."
"What are you... ahh Stephanie."
"Mike I said get out."
"Dudette, he's my best friend."
------
I sat in silence at the dining table.
It was awkward.
I guess your bother knowing more about you then you wanted him to would be discomfiting.
Then again it could have just been me thinking like that.
"Can I ask why?"
"Because I'm inlove with him."
"He's only going to break your heart again."
"Michael, he wont."
The fighting stopped instantly.
We both knew each other to well and we both knew we were only going to start a stupid argument if it continued.
"I know you love him, but have you thought of the consequences?"
"Yes I have."
I got up pushing my plate forward and walked out of the room.
Why did older bothers need to be so over protective?
Why did little sisters need to be so un-trusting?
Why did I always happen to fall inlove so easily?
Why did I always fall inlove with who everyone say as the wrong person?
I walked back into my room picking up my wallet and back pack quickly heading for the door.
He was waiting for me outside.
"We going?"
"Going where?" I asked, having arms put around me. He was warm. His voice was soft and low. It was almost tranquilizing and sedative.
"Away."
"Where's away?"
"Any place we can be alone together."
I turned looking back into his eyes.
They were glowing.
They were brighter then before.
We embraced.
------
A few hours on I found myself in his bedroom lying on the bed staring at the ceiling. It had taken us what seemed like forever to get here.
I was wondering if running away seemed like a good idea after all.
Not leaving.
Just isolating your problems so they wouldn't have to follow you or be able to find out.
I looked up.
He was watching over me.
The phone rang.
"Where are you?"
"What are you doing there?"
"I'm coming over to get you."
"Fine, fine just don't do anything stupid."
"Bye."
Ahh, like I was saying before, brothers are so over protective.
"How am I going to tell Kaylee?"
"Just tell her what she saw wasn't anything."
"She was like at the door though."
"And... "
"I don't want to hurt her."
"Billie Joe if you don't hurt her you're only going to hurt me again."
"I don't wanna hurt you either."
"Well then you're going to have to tell her."
He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.
It probably wasn't the best thing that Kaylee had opened the bedroom door last night.
We were in silence for a moment before he started to talk again.
"Do you love me?"
WHAT ON EARTH DID HE EXPECT ME TO SAY?????
"Love you more then you know it Billie Joe.".
He nodded and got up from the bed pacing around the room.
Other questions came out which I felt awkward answering like;
"Do you like it when we kiss?"
"Do you like spending time with me?"
"Do you think its perfect?"
"Do you think we'll be like this forever?"... ... ...
"Yes because I love you," was the answer all of his questions got. When he finally decided to drop it, he nodded and walked out of the bedroom. I picked up my phone and called Tre.
He was like my saviour.
He was like a seraph.
He was like an angel.
He was always there for me.
"Hey sweetheart what's happening?"
With that said I started to pour out everything I had to tell him.
Be it small and not worth it, or large and meaningful, everything, I kept him on the phone until I felt enough was said.
With a few words of advice I turned off the phone walking into the kitchen.
I was followed by a few words;
-----
"I don't think this is going to work out."
-----
"Is there something wrong with me?"
-There must be-
"Why cant anyone love me?"
-Am I just not worth it?-
"Why cant you love me?"
-It's because of her isn't it?-
His answer to the last question was enough to send me over the edge.
I was about to go over the edge.
This had pushed me once to far.
It was time to end my confusion.
I made my way to the tool shed.
I knew where his father used to keep the weaponry he used when he went out hunting.
I picked up what I needed.
I walked to the edge of the pool looking at the water only centimeters way from me.
It wanted to me to elope into it.
It looked rewarding.
"WHAT...WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?"
Those were some of the last words I heard.
My mind started to become clean and my thoughts clearer.
My heart was draining.
RED.
BLACK.
WHITE.
GREY.
-EMPTY-
When I had wanted for so long was gone again and this seemed to feel right...
[b]The room turned black... ... ... [b]
"What are you... ahh Stephanie."
"Mike I said get out."
"Dudette, he's my best friend."
------
I sat in silence at the dining table.
It was awkward.
I guess your bother knowing more about you then you wanted him to would be discomfiting.
Then again it could have just been me thinking like that.
"Can I ask why?"
"Because I'm inlove with him."
"He's only going to break your heart again."
"Michael, he wont."
The fighting stopped instantly.
We both knew each other to well and we both knew we were only going to start a stupid argument if it continued.
"I know you love him, but have you thought of the consequences?"
"Yes I have."
I got up pushing my plate forward and walked out of the room.
Why did older bothers need to be so over protective?
Why did little sisters need to be so un-trusting?
Why did I always happen to fall inlove so easily?
Why did I always fall inlove with who everyone say as the wrong person?
I walked back into my room picking up my wallet and back pack quickly heading for the door.
He was waiting for me outside.
"We going?"
"Going where?" I asked, having arms put around me. He was warm. His voice was soft and low. It was almost tranquilizing and sedative.
"Away."
"Where's away?"
"Any place we can be alone together."
I turned looking back into his eyes.
They were glowing.
They were brighter then before.
We embraced.
------
A few hours on I found myself in his bedroom lying on the bed staring at the ceiling. It had taken us what seemed like forever to get here.
I was wondering if running away seemed like a good idea after all.
Not leaving.
Just isolating your problems so they wouldn't have to follow you or be able to find out.
I looked up.
He was watching over me.
The phone rang.
"Where are you?"
"What are you doing there?"
"I'm coming over to get you."
"Fine, fine just don't do anything stupid."
"Bye."
Ahh, like I was saying before, brothers are so over protective.
"How am I going to tell Kaylee?"
"Just tell her what she saw wasn't anything."
"She was like at the door though."
"And... "
"I don't want to hurt her."
"Billie Joe if you don't hurt her you're only going to hurt me again."
"I don't wanna hurt you either."
"Well then you're going to have to tell her."
He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.
It probably wasn't the best thing that Kaylee had opened the bedroom door last night.
We were in silence for a moment before he started to talk again.
"Do you love me?"
WHAT ON EARTH DID HE EXPECT ME TO SAY?????
"Love you more then you know it Billie Joe.".
He nodded and got up from the bed pacing around the room.
Other questions came out which I felt awkward answering like;
"Do you like it when we kiss?"
"Do you like spending time with me?"
"Do you think its perfect?"
"Do you think we'll be like this forever?"... ... ...
"Yes because I love you," was the answer all of his questions got. When he finally decided to drop it, he nodded and walked out of the bedroom. I picked up my phone and called Tre.
He was like my saviour.
He was like a seraph.
He was like an angel.
He was always there for me.
"Hey sweetheart what's happening?"
With that said I started to pour out everything I had to tell him.
Be it small and not worth it, or large and meaningful, everything, I kept him on the phone until I felt enough was said.
With a few words of advice I turned off the phone walking into the kitchen.
I was followed by a few words;
-----
"I don't think this is going to work out."
-----
"Is there something wrong with me?"
-There must be-
"Why cant anyone love me?"
-Am I just not worth it?-
"Why cant you love me?"
-It's because of her isn't it?-
His answer to the last question was enough to send me over the edge.
I was about to go over the edge.
This had pushed me once to far.
It was time to end my confusion.
I made my way to the tool shed.
I knew where his father used to keep the weaponry he used when he went out hunting.
I picked up what I needed.
I walked to the edge of the pool looking at the water only centimeters way from me.
It wanted to me to elope into it.
It looked rewarding.
"WHAT...WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?"
Those were some of the last words I heard.
My mind started to become clean and my thoughts clearer.
My heart was draining.
RED.
BLACK.
WHITE.
GREY.
-EMPTY-
When I had wanted for so long was gone again and this seemed to feel right...
[b]The room turned black... ... ... [b]
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