No One Puts Baby In The Corner, chapter 1
I couldn't believe that it was actually happening. After all those years of being together, they decided now was the best time to get a divorce. And now I was stuck in the middle of it, trying to figure out who to live with. My dad, Ben, had moved down to Berkeley, California, while my mom, Beth, had stayed up here in Washington. So, despite all that, my mom is sending me down to California for a few months for summer vacay.
As I got off the plane, I saw people milling around, but I couldn't find my dad. I was suddenly worried that something had happened, so I took out my cell phone and rang him up.
"Hello," I heard my dad say.
"Dad, where are you?" I asked.
"Why?"
"You're supposed to be at the airport to pick me up right now," I said, shaking my head.
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey, I forgot you were coming down," Dad said. What a thing to say to your daughter, huh? I glared at the phone and shut the lid before looking around. Angrily, I tried stuffing my phone into my pocket, but it wouldn't fit and it fell out of my hand.
"Damn," I muttered to myself and bent down to retrieve. But a hand shot out and grabbed it before I could. "Hey! Give that-oh." I looked up and lost myself in the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen in my life.
"Here," he said, holding out the phone.
"Sorry about that," I murmured, trying to avoid his eyes, but it didn't work. His brown eyes looked back at me, warm and soothing, and I saw little green and gold flecks poking through the brown.
"I'm Joseph," he said, holding out his hand. "But my friends call me Joey."
"Oh? And what should I call you?" I asked, taking his hand. I was instantly shocked inside to feel warm, soft skin instead of clammy and sweaty.
"You can call me Joey also," he smiled. His smile showed off perfect white teeth and I instantly fell for him right then. My attention was drawn back to his hands when I felt his fingers grace the back of my hand as he pulled it back. His fingers were calloused, like he had been playing the guitar for a really long time.
"Okay, well, I'm Jessie," I said, a little disappointed that we didn't have anymore contact. "And I'm lost..."
"Why? What happened," he asked.
"Oh, my dad completely forgot that I was supposed to be coming out today," I said, rolling my eyes. "And since he lives like four hours from here, I don't have any way to get there."
"Well, why don't you stay with me for a while," he suggested. "My parents won't care."
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Seventeen," he said, shrugging. "I'm turning eighteen in about two months. You?"
"I'm sixteen," I said. "I'll be seventeen in October."
"Cool, so now that we've got that covered," he said, smiling widely. "Follow me..." And I did.
As I got off the plane, I saw people milling around, but I couldn't find my dad. I was suddenly worried that something had happened, so I took out my cell phone and rang him up.
"Hello," I heard my dad say.
"Dad, where are you?" I asked.
"Why?"
"You're supposed to be at the airport to pick me up right now," I said, shaking my head.
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey, I forgot you were coming down," Dad said. What a thing to say to your daughter, huh? I glared at the phone and shut the lid before looking around. Angrily, I tried stuffing my phone into my pocket, but it wouldn't fit and it fell out of my hand.
"Damn," I muttered to myself and bent down to retrieve. But a hand shot out and grabbed it before I could. "Hey! Give that-oh." I looked up and lost myself in the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen in my life.
"Here," he said, holding out the phone.
"Sorry about that," I murmured, trying to avoid his eyes, but it didn't work. His brown eyes looked back at me, warm and soothing, and I saw little green and gold flecks poking through the brown.
"I'm Joseph," he said, holding out his hand. "But my friends call me Joey."
"Oh? And what should I call you?" I asked, taking his hand. I was instantly shocked inside to feel warm, soft skin instead of clammy and sweaty.
"You can call me Joey also," he smiled. His smile showed off perfect white teeth and I instantly fell for him right then. My attention was drawn back to his hands when I felt his fingers grace the back of my hand as he pulled it back. His fingers were calloused, like he had been playing the guitar for a really long time.
"Okay, well, I'm Jessie," I said, a little disappointed that we didn't have anymore contact. "And I'm lost..."
"Why? What happened," he asked.
"Oh, my dad completely forgot that I was supposed to be coming out today," I said, rolling my eyes. "And since he lives like four hours from here, I don't have any way to get there."
"Well, why don't you stay with me for a while," he suggested. "My parents won't care."
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Seventeen," he said, shrugging. "I'm turning eighteen in about two months. You?"
"I'm sixteen," I said. "I'll be seventeen in October."
"Cool, so now that we've got that covered," he said, smiling widely. "Follow me..." And I did.
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