souhya Posted August 25, 2015 Posted August 25, 2015 Hello hello, so, I know I have another story going right now and I have 4 more parts prepared for it. But no one here seems to be loving it so I decided to try something new. Hope you guys enjoy this story better! Please leave feedback to let me know what you think - ps. another main character comes in in the next part. *** 1. Emptiness The trees lacked the luscious leaves that brought the forrest to life. All across the private lake the trees were bare, orange and red leaves covered the now dying grass which was separated from the lake by sandy beaches brought in with the fall. Last time I had been down to visit, the trees were full of life, and the water splashed upon the rock wall that you climbed down to reach the refreshing waves after being in the hot sun on a summers day. That was years ago. Beautiful as the view was, it was not the same as it had once been when my aunts exciting lake house was an overnight adventure, and not a sudden ‘it’s for the best’ jail. The water looked rough from my view on the upper floor of my aunts home. The last time I had been up to visit her was with my family 5 years ago. We had come up for a family reunion in late June and I had looked forward to it for weeks. It was different now. Back then, an 11 year old going to see all their close in age but distant in location cousins at the lake was a dream. Now, 16 and being shipped off to your aunts for a god knows how long while all your friends are back home enjoying their junior year together, the crashing waves and beautiful seclusion seemed hardly fair. “Jacob?” My aunt peeked her head through the door of ‘my’ new room and smiled. It freaked me out how similar my mother and my aunt looked. I jumped slightly thinking the woman who had thrown my bags in the car and shipped me 6 hours away was suddenly in the doorway. Coming back into reality I smiled and looked back out the window. “Is there anything I can get you?” Aunt Lily was always sweet to me. She seemed to have no mean bones in her body. I felt bad giving her a cold shoulder, but right now, this room was the last place I wanted to be. “I’m fine.” I sighed before pulling the curtain shut and making my way to the bed. “I think I will just lie down.” She nodded and pulled a blanket from the shelf in the bare closet. “Of course dear, It’s been a long trip.” That’s for sure. I spent most of the drive up ignoring my mothers constant need to reassure me that this break from the city would do me good. She told me I was overwhelmed with school, feeling pressured by sports, and *drop the bomb* having a hard time dealing with her new relationship. In all reality, I think she found it harder than I did to deal with having a constant reminder of my father in the form of a child walking around the house as she tried her best not to be happy with her new boyfriend. I had nothing against Steve, but he wasn’t my dad. And that’s all. I starred at the white ceiling and thought about what my friends would be doing right around now. School was out for the day, they had the evening to hangout and be teenagers. How did my mom ever think pulling me away from that would benefit me? It didn’t matter now. I was already here. It all happened so fast, one day I was sitting in algebra, and the next I was packing my bags for a forced vacation. After my dad died the school became like a staff of psychiatrists and I was really no longer expected to show up, or participate, or speak even. They jumped at my mother’s idea of me getting a break from the craze of high school to help calm my mind and give me time to deal with my loss. Unfortunately, the worst way for me to deal would be by sitting alone starring at the wall, waiting for my aunt to get bored of my sulking and send me back home. The room slowly fell dark as the sun set over the water. The waves beginning to calm as I let my eyes shut for just a minute. After what I guess was longer than a minute, I awoke to the wind howling and a cool breeze sending a shiver through my spine. I pulled the blanket up over my shoulders but the wind continued to shoot blasts of cool lake air into my window. Finally, I rose to my feet and pulled the window shut. Looking at the moon hovering over the trees, and the lake calmly sitting still. It really was beautiful, but that did not change the fact that I was bitter about the situation. I creaked the door open and listened for some form of life from downstairs. Much like my life, a once rambunctious house had become lonely. In those 5 years away from the lake, my cousins had moved away to school, or out on their own. My uncle travelled much of the year, coming home periodically enough to save his marriage. The family dog was still around, along with my aunt, and although she seemed happy with that. I knew what it was like to lose your family. It hurt. I exhaled a sigh and made my way down the stairs, rubbing my eyes. “Hi sleepy head.” My aunt emerged from the darkness of the living room into the dim kitchen. “Hey.” I crossed my arms over my chest forced a smile. “I didn’t want to wake you for dinner, but there’s some homemade pizza left in the oven to stay warm. Help yourself to whatever you want of course. This is your home too.” She smiled and exited the room. Raising three teenagers of her own, she knew I needed my space. I pulled a slice from the warm oven and made my way back up to my room. Damn. I forgot what a great cook my aunt was. This vacation was starting to look up the slightest bit as I looked down at the moonlit beach. Putting a hand against the cold window, I looked toward my bags. I figured I might as well unpack my stuff, and let myself feel at home sooner than later. I pulled my clothes from my bag and began to organize everything between the wooden drawers and steel hangers. When all was said and done, I pulled my phone from the jean pocket and fell back on the bed. No texts. Somehow disappointed by my excellent cell service I got in the middle of nowhere, I tried to reassure myself that no one was texting me to help me not miss home. 9:47pm Well, no one was around to judge me, and no one was going to stop me from going to bed before 10 o’clock at night. Despite the nap, I was still exhausted, and not used to the cool lake air, I had goosebumps lining my arms. Pulling a freshly folded sweater from the dresser I threw my t-shirt into the basket and replaced my jeans with sweat pants, followed by a pair of socks. Now warm, I climbed into bed and felt weak pulling a warm blanket up over myself. How manly of me to be all bundled up like we’re in the midst of the world freezing over when it’s barely mid October. I reached to flick off the lamp and exhaled relief in the darkness. Day 1 on the lonely island was done and I had made it through alive. Now what, only… approx. 29 days to go? A pain built in my head. I was going to need to find someway to make this work. It was decided, tomorrow, I was going to see what this place was all about, and find the magic I remembered being present when I was young. There had to be something good about this place, and I was determined to find it.
souhya Posted August 26, 2015 Author Posted August 26, 2015 I like this so far )))))))))Thank you! --------------------------------- 2. Summer I was determined to go out exploring and discover the island the night before when I was in my cozy bed, however, as the weight of being awake the next morning sat upon my tired eyes, I debated just heading back under the covers and calling it a day. My aunt had left to get groceries early in the morning and wouldn’t be home until late afternoon so I had to keep myself busy at least until then. If she came home and I was still cooped up in the house pouting I ran the risk of another person in my life using the “D” word in everyday talk the way my mother did. I mean, could you blame me for being depressed? Not that I was. I wasn’t. But if I had been, there was a good reason. I finished the last spoonful of cereal and washed up my dishes before heading up to my room to get changed. This consisted of swapping one sweatshirt for another, pulling my jeans back on, and changing into clean socks. I ruffled at my moderately short and easily managed hair and shrugged. Not like I’d run into anyone I know. My day started with a walk down the beach. My aunts property held a lot of the sands area but the farther you walked down, the more beach homes you saw. Some smaller cottage like places, wooden and dainty. Most likely people had theses as summer homes. There were some larger, fancy places, clearly homes for year round. My aunts was in-between the two. Large enough to comfortably house my aunt and her family of 5, with Lucy, the dog. And still enough room to allow visitors like my parents and I to come down and not feel squished together. Definitely not a small home, but still very old school cottage like. Wooden walls, creaky doors, lake or tree view out all windows. As I walked along the beach, house after house, there was no home that compared to Aunt Lily’s. She put a lot of work into it in the last few years. I think to keep herself busy as her family slowly grew up and out. My thoughts vanished as I reached the end of the beach- figuratively speaking, because really the beach never ended, the next section of beach was simply separated by the water and trees. Anyway, the last house on this section was beautiful. A light in a dark room. The white wood shone bright against the mean October skies. Giant windows leaked light inside to reveal a caramel wood interior. A grand piano could be seen, through the large middle window, a TV mounted on the wall. Outside the house there was a garden which was perfectly kept. Flowers blooming even in the cold damp fall. There was a canoe sitting upon the grass beside a stone path that was leading towards the beach. It was magnificent. “Holy sh-“ I stopped instantly upon hearing a noise that resembled a throat clearing. I looked behind me, but was alone. Or so I thought, that is until I dropped my gaze from the house and looked directly in front of me. There sat a girl, probably around my age, maybe older, possibly younger. She was sat upon a towel in the sand, a book in her lap, one hand holding her spot, the other waving cautiously. “Hi.” My eyes widened behind my glasses and my mouth hung open the slightest bit. I wanted to respond, I really did. But my mouth was not uttering a sound. Seeing her there was one of those moments that I’d tell my grandkids about 60 years from now where I’d start the story with “I remember it like it was yesterday…” She stayed cross legged on the towel wearing jean shorts and a thin long sleeved shirt. Not shivering, not even looking uncomfortable. I pulled my sleeves over my hands and crossed my arms. “Do you live here?” …Damn Jacob. You couldn’t even say hello? By this point she probably was terrified to answer me. She gave me a concerned look, as if she thought I was lost and she was worried about my well-being. Or maybe she thought I was creepy, and worried about her own. “Uh, yeah.” She said looking back at the house. “Oh. Well. Your home is uh, really nice.” She nodded once before finally closing her book. “I don’t own it.” She said in a tone that told me I obviously should have known that, I mean, I did. Most people just say thank you. “Oh. I know.” I said uncrossing my arms. “I just meant, well, nice place.” She finally gave me a genuine smile as a gust a wind came, sending a quick shiver through my body. She stayed solid. “You don’t live on the lake.” It wasn’t a question. “Just visiting. How’d you guess?” I wanted to smack myself after I asked. there was around 15 places along the beach, of course she knew everyone who lived here. Who was I, barging in and acting like I owned the place? “Your dressed for a snow storm in October.” She giggled and rose to her feet, pulling her towel up off the sand and shaking it out. “No one from around here breaks their winter wardrobe out until Late November at the earliest.” Great. I was predictable and out of fashion. I shrugged and tried to hold back another shiver. It wasn’t this cold in the city at this time of year. We’re talking like, it dropped 15 degrees on the drive from my house to my aunts. Now that I thought about it, my aunt was wearing a summer dress and thin sweater yesterday as I shivered in my sweatshirt and sweatpants. “Well, welcome to Blackpoint Lake.” She finally nodded before turning to head up the beach to the stone path. She must have decided to abandon the conversation as I stood like an idiot in silence. I stuttered a few inaudible syllables, but I doubted she could hear me. Just as I figured my chances had been blown. “Why don’t you come in?” Jeez, people on the lake were very trusting.. Maybe my attire and stupid unbrushed hair gave her the clear impression that I was no one to fear. I had to stop my assumptions and chase after her before I missed my second chance. As we entered a back screened room, she tossed her book on the table and placed her towel over a chair before sitting in it. “Take a seat.” She motioned towards the chair across from her. I rubbed quickly at my cold nose and tried to silence a quick sniff before taking my seat across from this mysteriously gorgeous girl. “So, what do you want to ask me?” She sat up in her chair and crossed her hands on the table between us. I looked around the room and wished we had gone right inside, I could only hold back my shivers for so long. “What do you mean?” I asked sniffling once again. “I’m sure you have a question for me.” She starred me straight in the eyes as I shrugged. “Perhaps, what’s my name?” Duh. One look at her bright eyes and I was so thrown off I wasn't even polite enough to introduce myself. My mother would be mortified. “Sure. What’s you name?” She looked behind me to the rough water gliding up and down the sand. “Hmm. No.” She said relaxing back in her seat and twirling her hair. “Tell me yours first.” I had to smile. Me being the submissive person I had always been, her authority sparked something within me. “Sorry. Jacob.” I said before closing my eyes and regretting that initial introduction. “Jake, I mean. I’m Jake.” She looked confused. “Jake or Jacob. Just, well, call me whatever you want.” She giggled and ran her fingers along the edge of the table. “Okay. I’m going to call you Justin.” I must have looked horrified because she very quickly brought a hand to touch mine on the table and gave me a smile. “I’m just kidding, Jacob.” She’d picked a name, dammit. Should have just introduced myself as Jake. I wanted to ask her name, but once again, her captivating features had me in silence. My lips trembled slightly as I wanted to talk but in the end, my last attempt ended in another quiet sniff and a nearly silent groan I doubted she heard. Of course, I was wrong. “New comers cold.” She commented not making eye contact with me. I was not sure what she was going on about now, but this entire encounter was very strange to me. Luckily, by the time she moved her eyes to me, my expression was enough to get an explanation. “Anyone who comes to stay up here gets sick a few days after they show up. Weather change probably.” I rolled my eyes and refused to let myself sniffle in her presence anymore. “I’m fine.” This was a phrase I had mastered, genuine or fake. This time, I wasn’t sure. Of course, if she was telling the truth I wouldn’t be able to avoid it, my failure of an immune system let me down during any stressful test time, important soccer game, and I’m sure meeting a perfect girl on vacation wouldn’t be enough for my body to get it’s shit together and avoid an illness either. “If you say so.” She shrugged and stood up from her chair, walking back to the door of the screened porch. “Looks like rain. You better head back to wherever you wandered from.” I sat in silence just starring until she widened her eyes and nodded towards the door once more. “Oh. Yeah.” I quickly made my way to the door and realized as I reached her, I wasn’t sure how to say goodbye to… Oh. I still didn’t know her name. I walked out to the grass and began to walk back down to the beach, her following close behind me. “I guess I’ll see you around Jacob.” I smiled and waved awkwardly. “See you around, uh..” She tucked her dark hair behind her ear, causing my heart to skip a beat. “Summer.” She spoke quietly towards the ground. “Summer.” I repeated smiling as her eyes came back to meet mine. We stood in silence for a moment before I turned and took off down the beach, looking up at the dark clouds filling the once light sky. When I looked back, she had disappeared from the beach, and as my eyes searched the yard, rain falling upon my head told me it was time to run. Going as fast as I could, my feet unfamiliar to the sand, still 7 houses down from my new humble abode I was soaked to the bone and began to shiver slightly as I reached the rocks where my aunts grass met the beach. I smiled seeing my aunt was not home yet and ran in the house, eager to get into some clean clothes. I left a trail of water up to my bedroom as I sprinted up the stairs to get out of these freezing clothes. I pulled my soaked sweater off and dropped it into the dirty clothes basket. I opened the closet and reached for a clean hoodie but a warm rush came over me and before I could do anymore about my wet clothing a quick itching in my nose took me by surprise. I threw my arm up to catch a single dry sneeze in my elbow before resting my head against the wall as I realized I was now unable to sniff back the congestion growing in my sinuses. “Great.” I muttered to myself before finishing my clothing change and falling back onto my bed. As I slowly closed my eyes, the cool fall wind fell though my window once more. I lay froze in bed, listening to the October air howl outside my windows, and glide across my skin, all I could think about was Summer.
souhya Posted August 27, 2015 Author Posted August 27, 2015 Wow! This is really good. Thank you, glad you're enjoying it ??? :)--------------------3. Midnight I paced around my room until seeing my Aunt pull up the driveway and at that point I ran down the stairs and pretended I had just been watching TV. When she entered the house, arms full of groceries I hopped up and headed to help her. “I got it dear. Just these 2 bags.” Slipping back out of my shoes, I took the bags from her and brought them into the kitchen. As we entered the light kitchen, she gave me a confused look. “Jacob your hair is wet, did you get caught in the rain?” Shit. The last thing I needed was another person to worry about me. “No.” I shook my head, but almost as to give me away, the insistent itch in my nose returned with a vengeance. “Hahh’SCHHH, HEH- uhhCHHEW!” I hid my face in the crook of my sweater covered elbow as my aunt gave me the classic ‘awe…’ look. “What a polite boy your mother has raised. Bless you.” She exited the room as I sniffed beneath the sleeve of my sweater before running a hand through my obviously damp hair. I waited with what I’m sure was a very attractive look across my face waiting for a third sneeze to come. “Heh..” I slowly raised my arm back to my face before the itch instantly subsided. Turning to head back to the living room and assume my fake TV watching position, the sneeze had decided now was a good time. “Ahhshieww!” I pitched forward last minute barely catching the slight mist in my hand. “Oh dear.” I jumped at my aunts voice suddenly behind me again. Shit why was I so jumpy. I ran my hand along my pant leg and turned back quickly to see her flicking on the kettle. “First real day here and you’re getting a cold.” I shook my head and faked a small smile, holding back the sniffling I so desperately needed. There was always something kind of awkward about relatives commenting on you being sick, or hurt. I wished she’d just ignore me. “Oh, I’m fine.” She nodded instead of choosing to argue with me. “Probably just the trees, or uh, lake air or something.” Basically ignoring my pathetic attempt to deny being ill, she simply smiled and continued to get two cups of tea ready. We spent most of the day discussing my regular routine, what I liked to eat, what I didn’t, how much had changed in the past 5 years, how she kept herself busy, things I could do during the day around the lake, etcetera. I decided to head to bed early again that night after; 1. being honestly exhausted from doing nothing all day, and 2. being overly annoyed and finished with the constant “aw you poor thing.” and “bless you dear.” that came with each sneeze or sniffle. It was safe to say there was no denying my immune systems worthless efforts to keep me healthy. My bed was a blessing at the end of that day. Although I was dead tired when I went off to bed, there was nothing that kept me awake quite like thinking of Summer’s face was. Every time I closed my eyes, it was her eyes I saw. Her voice I heard. From the moment I looked at her, she was something different from all the other girls. There was something special about her. I fought with my own mind to get some rest, as I really did feel quite awful. Eventually, it faded, and I was asleep. *** I jerked awake suddenly and looked through the sheer curtains at the bright moon. I wasn’t sure what had woke me until a rock hurled up towards my window, nearly breaking it. I jumped out of bed and pushed my face towards the window right as a third rock came flying towards it, causing me to jump back. I watched the familiar face giggle below me as I pulled the window open. “Are you insane?” I whispered as loud as possible down towards her. All she did was motion for me to come down. I looked behind me to see the hallway light still off from the crack under the door. I gave her the universal sign for ‘1 minute’ before looking over my hair in the mirror and grabbing my glasses off the nightstand. “Uh hi?” I said, holding back a shiver from suddenly emerging into the cold night air. She did not speak, but began to walk away down the grass, towards the beach. “How did you know where I was?” I chased after her, almost out of breath when I finally caught up. I opened my mouth but closed it abruptly as she began to speak. “It’s a small beach. People talk.” I nodded, understanding that someone obviously picked up on the nerdy new kid on the block and went around telling everyone who I belonged to. Not really having time to get myself together before running downstairs, I looked at my watch and exhaled slightly in excitement that a girl had just basically got me to willingly let her kidnap me from my aunts home at 12am, and in concern that there may be a search party out for me in the next 25 minutes. “So..” I began as we walked along the deserted beach, the wind howling behind us. “What brings you to my window in the middle of the night?” Summer grabbed my hands, causing me to inhale suddenly, and choke on my own breath. As I went through a short embarrassing coughing fit, she laughed at my side and smacked my back as I recovered, forcing a last cough out of me. She dropped my hand and took ahold of her shorts, dropping them down to the ground and kicking them in the sand. “Midnight swim.” She winked as she pulled her shirt off. I shook my head crossed my arms tight against my chest so she couldn't strip me. I wouldn’t put it above her. “Scared of the water?” She pouted to make fun of me and ran into the waves, giggling as the cold water splashed her ankles. “Water? No.. Freezing cold water in the middle of autumn? I’m not a fan.” She shrugged and bent down, cupping water into her hands. Although my mind knew what was coming next, my body was frozen. As the water flung towards me, the most I could do was uncross my arms and shield my face. She continued to kick water towards me, sending quick shivers through my spine. If I was the type of guy most girls want, I would have came in all quarterback style and throw her over my shoulder, however, I’m not that guy. I simple wiped my glasses dry and starred her down in the water. “You’re really not coming in?” “Excuse me.” I held up one finger, holding it there while turning and hiding my face into my damp sweaters sleeve. “Hahhshieww! Ehh.. Huucshhh!“ I froze for a moment, ensuring I was finished before sniffing once and resuming my previous position. I watched Summer study my facial expression seriously before she relaxed and smiled. “I’m sorry.” She spoke sincerely as she walked out from the water, a quick shiver hitting her as the wind blew against her. Although I was freezing and didn’t really want to, something in my brain told me it would be a huge mistake if I did not insist my sweater to her. Thinking I was maybe being stupid as I pulled my also wet hoodie over my head, she smiled and came closer. “Uh. Put this on.” Was that what I was supposed to say? “Can’t have you freezing.” She smiled and accepted my offer in both hands. She pulled it over her head but frowned as she opened her eyes and was aware of my current struggle. I shivered in rhythm with the wind and twitched my nose as the tickle returned. “S-sorry.” I stuttered. I pulled my elbow to my face and cringed knowing I was going to be sneezing against bare skin. I made sure to turn away to Summer was not forced to witness my next disgusting fit. “Ahhsheww! Huhh’PSSHH! ACHHpshhew!” “How polite.” She teased ringing the water out of her hair as I turned back and rubbed at the bridge of my nose with my knuckles. “You’re simply precious.” I furrowed my brows, annoyed at how superior she wanted to seem over me. I exhaled against her as she came closer to me than I expected. Face to face. I struggled to keep my calm and continue on with what my brain was telling me to say. “Wh-why does everyone say that? That’s just how you’re supposed sneeze.” Summer smiled as she ran a finger from my hairline to the tip of my nose. There was the last one, it had almost escaped. “Eshhhieww!" She kicked some sand at me as I found myself with my face in my elbow once again. “Such a good boy.” I rolled my eyes and pulled back away from her. “I’ll be sure to sneeze on you next time.” She giggled and I accepted her hand as she held it out to me and looked toward her house. “Don’t get so defensive Jacob.” We walked hand in hand, both shivering as we approached her home. When we finally reached where the sand met her stone path, I was both relieved and disappointed. “Thanks for the company.” She said looking up at the dark house behind us. She pulled my hoodie back over her head and held it out to me. “You can keep that.” I said, annoyed with the obvious congestion in my cold nose. I hoped she would just chalk it up to her attacking me in the freezing water. “Take it.” She said shaking it in front of me once more. “I’m home now anyway.” She smiled as I took it from her hands, almost free from being accused, I quickly turned to stop from coughing into her face. “Plus, you’re the one with the cold.” I sighed and pulled the warm shirt back onto my torso, not bothering to deny the fact. We stood awkwardly for a moment before she told me to wait there, and she ran into her house. I watched various lights flick on, and stood shivering as she took her time inside. As I was debating whether or not to just leave, knowing I never really would, she emerged back out the screened area in which we had spoke earlier that morning. “Here.” She handed me a piece of paper with a number written on it. I smiled and stopped myself from stuffing it in my soaked pocket before it was too late. She kissed my cheek, and disappeared inside before I could even comprehend what was happening. I stood for a moment, just starring. How had my life changed so much in a day? It was like I was a different person here. I had a girl all over me, and I was being myself. That never happened back home. I was lucky to get through a conversation with a girl without her getting bored and walking off to talk to someone else. Girls often said I was ‘cute’ or ‘attractive’ but I was also always a friend. I was never that guy that all the girls wanted. But as I kicked my bare feet though the sand, I thought to myself, Summer was not just another girl.
Sneezy123 Posted August 27, 2015 Posted August 27, 2015 This is so beautiful and adorable. Please continue, you're so amazing!!
souhya Posted August 28, 2015 Author Posted August 28, 2015 This is so beautiful and adorable. Please continue, you're so amazing!!Thank you so much, I appreciate it!-------------------4. Monday “Hello Jacob Nixon.” Her voice was music to my ears. A smile crept onto the my face as I walked close enough that our toes were touching in the sand. She was perfect. This was perfect. Her hands came to take mine as she rested her head on my shoulder. I was in love with her. Well, I mean, I thought that’s what this feeling was. I had never felt it before, I felt like smiling and throwing up all at the same time when I saw her face. Her touch sent shivers through me, and her voice danced through my mind all day and night. She grabbed one of my hands and held it tight, beginning to walk towards the water. “How are you?” She giggled at my question, and I knew she was making a stupid comment in her head about how polite I was. “I’m happy.” Her fingers tapped one at a time against my mine. “How are you?” I stood in silence for a minute. I loved that she was happy. I realized then, that her happiness was the only thing that mattered to me at this point. I felt complete, knowing she was happy at my side. I cleared my throat and spoke quickly as I noticed her eyes on me. “I’m good, thank you.” She exhaled a laugh to signify she didn’t believe me. I gave her a questioning look as she swung our arms and stuck her feet in the wet sand, letting the tide come up and down across our ankles. “You don’t have to lie.” She was looking towards the water as if she was upset, but a smile was faintly present on her face, I raised an eyebrow and she peeked over to meet my gaze. “You don’t have to say you’re good if you aren’t.” Upon her clarification, I really wasn’t sure what she was talking about now. This was the happiest I had been in weeks, months. This was the happiest I had ever been in my life. The past year had been nothing but downward spiralling events from hell, I was broken. She was the perfect thing I needed to come into my life and fix me. “I mean it, I’m great.” I gave her a cheesy smile as she tapped the tip of my nose. “That may be. But I’m sure you’re miserable. I know you’ve been sneezing your head off all afternoon. Your nose is red.” Without thinking about it, I brought my wrist up to scratch my nose. I hadn’t realized I was looking like a mess before I came out here. She giggled and kissed my cheek slowly and repetitively. She met my eyes and once again, had to comment. “Your eyes are red too.” I rolled my obviously tired looking eyes and let go of her hand. “Anything else?” I teased backing up from the water and taking a seat in the sand. “Don’t be a grump. I just wish you’d feel better.” I nodded in agreement and muttered a choice word before pulling my t-shirts collar over my nose and closing my eyes to avoid seeing her smirk at me in the grips of yet another cold sneeze. “Huu’nnxgt! Nxg’chtew!” The first attempt to silence the sneeze was painful, I couldn’t help letting out a half sneeze the second time, which brought a laugh from Summer. It was not unusual for me to sneeze upwards of 8 times during cold season, but they always came in pairs. I opened an eye for a second as Summer took a seat by my side, her hand coming to run up and down my back. She held her hand in the middle of my shoulders as my breath hitched in preparation for the second set. “Haastchh, Ahhschho!” I groaned as the cold mist fell against my bare skin with each sneeze. I was glad my shirt was there to keep Summer from being subjected to the same discomfort. Most people probably don’t think about it, but when you sneeze as much as I do, you take the time to be thankful that you have a relatively quiet and dry sneeze. I dropped the collar of my shirt and pinched the bridge of my nose between my eyes with two fingers. Summer resumed the back rub and kissed my cheek. “Did you take some cold medicine?” I shook my head but wished I would have just said yes. She didn’t seem to be the type to nag, so I figured I was safe. “Don’t you think maybe that would be a good idea?” I nodded once before coughing to my far side and sniffling back the solid congestion that was not going anywhere. “Well, that’s your choice I guess.” She ruffled my hair and laid back, putting her hands beneath her head in the sand. I know most people like recognition, and attention, and to be waited on, but I couldn’t stand it. I felt like I was quiet and helpless enough, and I couldn’t stand the people who hovered over you and treated you like a fragile newborn baby over a small cold. I appreciated her rudeness when she ignored my existence after each sneeze attack, although last night she did bless me after I set a new record with 16 sneezes in 2 minutes when we were on the phone. I had simply chalked it up to her being annoyed and hoping the fit would end if she took my attention away. Oddly enough, it did. We spent most our day sitting on the beach talking. Just talking, about everything, and nothing at all. There were so many things I wanted to say to her, but my scratchy throat mixed with my lack of courage kept me pretty quiet. Eventually Summer stood up abruptly and told me to walk her home. I complied without question, kind of eager to get inside where it was warm. Once again, we ended our meeting with a kiss on the cheek. I wished I could just man up and kiss her already, but it was not happening. I beat myself up for it on the walk back to the lake house. Sniffling and coughing as my cold was taking a turn for the worst that day. It seemed to get better then worse throughout each day, but today I just felt worse and worse as the hours went by. I walked in the door that evening to find my aunt bringing my dirty clothes bin through the living room. “I can do my own laundry, you really don’t have to do that.” And I really didn’t want her to do that. There was no doubt she would question me on the soaked clothing items resting at the bottom of the bin. This realization also gave me the smart idea of maybe putting on swim trunks before heading out on any adventure with Summer. Why hadn’t I thought of that before. “Oh nonsense. I’ve missed having someone to ‘mother’, if you will.” I waited impatiently in the back sun room for her to come back up from the basement and interrogate me on the soaked clothing she found. As her footsteps became louder up the stairs, I inhaled and held my breath. I was able to exhale as she simply smiled and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. “Will you be home today?” I nodded. I had decided my cold needed an evening inside, in the warmth beneath my blankets. Tissues by my side and medicine in my blood stream. “Perfect. Can you do me a favour and just be alert for the doorbell? A package for an event is coming in.” I nodded once again, saving my voice that was growing more and more raspy as the day went on. “I have a charity dinner tonight, sorry I forgot to let you know earlier. But I made some homemade soup when you were out earlier, feel free to warm that up for dinner.” Once again, a simple nod was my reply. Followed by— “Eshhh’ieww! Hehhschh!!” I sniffled against the sleeve of my t-shirt that I had pulled close to my face. “Turn the heat up if you’re cold. Good chance you’ll be knocked out on NyQuil, but I shouldn’t be too late.” She ran her hand through my sandy hair and blew a kiss as she walked out the door. The best part about living with Aunt Lily was that she was never really home. And when she was, she was not nagging me. I felt like a child at home, here I was able to feel like, myself. Lily made sure I had everything I needed, it was like she had replaced her own children with me. I wasn’t complaining. *** My head pounded as I pulled my overly sized hoodie over my head and stuffed my hands into my PJ pant pockets. I looked like a freaking bum, but luckily there was no one here to witness it. That is, until the delivery guy rung the doorbell. I groaned and rolled off the couch, shuffling my sock covered feet across the cold floors. Who the hell delivers a package at 8:30 at night? It was preposterous. I should complain. I pulled the door open with one hand a rubbed my nose with the other free one. “Uh…” My mouth hung open, before a cough escaped and I slapped a hand over my mouth, turning away from the door. “Hi.” My voice squeaked out as a whisper. Summer stood in the doorway, her hands planted on her waist. A concerned smile across her lips. I stumbled backward as she let herself into the house and shut the door behind her. I blinked, nose twitching with a building sneeze. Probably a series of sneezes. I turned around and grabbed three tissues from the box keeping my back to the beautiful girl who was for some reason, standing in my aunts living room. “Hehh.. Ehhchsiew! Eshhh’shiew. hachh’nxggt!” I waited for a moment, knowing my sneezes never came in uneven numbers…. Finally, “Ahh’hepshh!” I wadded the tissues up before grabbing another and refusing to blow, but trying to get as much relief as possible from holding it beneath my nose. After tossing the disgusting papers in the trash can by the couch I apologized quietly and sunk into the couch, tapping the empty seat beside me. “You look like shit.” Summer said, completely serious. I caught a series of raspy coughs in my fist and cleared my throat in preparation to speak. “Thanks.” I tried to sound sarcastic, but I think my tone came off as slightly annoyed. She rose to her feet and took a step back from me. “Maybe I should let you rest. I didn’t plan to stay.” I shook my head and grabbed ahold of her hand, pulling her back to the couch. “Why’d you come by?” I cringed at the crackling in my throat and the nasally tinge to my voice. “Just wanted to make sure you weren’t you know, dead.” She let out a smile, that had me mimicking her facial expression. “Still alive.” I breathed, although I was feeling about half the life in me that I had woke up with. “Eshhhiew, hahhchshh!!” Summers hand pushed the hair from my forehead, but I pulled away from her touch, sneezing once to the side, before feeling mortified and pinching my nose firmly for the final sneeze. “Eh… Heh’atchho! Heh-nxxgt!” She frowned at first, but had to giggle as my sneeze squeaked at the end. I also cracked a smile at the not so macho sounding finish to the fit. “Bless you.” Not used to a genuine response form her, I simply starred for a moment, rudely forgetting what how I was to respond. After a moment, I spoke. “Thank you.” She put her hands on my knees and pressed her lips against mine. WHAT WAS HAPPENING. Our first real kiss? Here? Now?! I opened my eyes for a split second, only to see hers closed. I put an arm around her waist and allowed myself to get into it. It was calm, not anything crazy, and before I knew it. It was over. She stood up and smoother her dress, regaining the strong composure that she had lacked the past 7 minutes. I had just been sneezing all over the place and she decided to finish the evening with a kiss? Did she hate it? Why was she standing up.. I stood up to face her and smiled nervously. “I have to go.” She said quickly walking to the door. I followed behind her and opened it, like a gentleman. Although I didn’t want her to leave. “I’m… uh, I’m sorry.” My voice was barely audible. I cleared my throat against my fist and waited for a response. She bit her lip, and dammit. She had me falling in love all over again. It didn’t matter what this girl did. I was hooked. “Feel better.” She spoke softly before kissing my cheek. Her signature goodbye. I stood at the open door as she ran down the grass and disappeared onto the dark beach. A shiver came through me as the wind slapped my warm face. I shut the door slowly and stood with my back against it. Trying to coherently go over what had just happened. The way she left was quick, but something felt good about it. Like for the first time, I had made her nervous. I recognized the look in her eyes, cause I had been sporting that same look every time I saw her. Was she in love? I was in love. I could feel my heart beating against my chest. My pulse racing, and my stomach turning. This feeling was so unfamiliar to me. All these new emotions and uncomfortable yet so perfect reactions my body was having. It was all new to me, until.. oh.. No. Wait. Different feeling. “HUURRSHHOO!” ------------------ Please leave feedback if you're enjoying this story. 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Subtly Clashing Wishes Posted August 28, 2015 Posted August 28, 2015 I am definitely enjoying your story. I think Jacob is adorable. I can't wait to learn more about Summer. So, yes, I would like very much to read more, please and thank you. (Couldn't help it, since politeness is a theme. )
Melody Posted August 28, 2015 Posted August 28, 2015 Yess these two are sooo adorable! I always love your stories! Hope you add lots more
souhya Posted August 29, 2015 Author Posted August 29, 2015 I am definitely enjoying your story. I think Jacob is adorable. I can't wait to learn more about Summer. So, yes, I would like very much to read more, please and thank you. (Couldn't help it, since politeness is a theme. )Thanks so much! I'm glad you like Jacob. I've never written a character like him but I think they work well together. As you'll see in this chapter, you're about to learn a lot about Summer.Yess these two are sooo adorable! I always love your stories! Hope you add lots more What a compliment! Thank you So excited someone likes my writing! I love the last line :-)Thank you! It came to me when I was nearly asleep and I jumped up to copy it down!----------------5. Lies When I woke up Thursday morning, all I could think about was how awesome the past 4 days had been. My cold had seemed to settle itself back down and I was spending all my free time(which was all my waking hours really) with Summer. I had been at the lake 6 days and I has happier than I ever expected to be. My cold had even improved since it’s peak on Monday evening. But of course, things are going so well with Summer that I had to embarrass myself somehow. Last night I felt the sniffles returning and as we cuddled up together on the beach, I spent 50% of the time sniffling and apologizing. She made sure to make fun of me for that. But even a second wave of a cold virus was not going to ruin my seemingly perfect week. I rubbed my eyes as my phone vibrated against my bare stomach. I guess I forgot to get redressed after stripping when I returned from our 2am swim the night before. On Monday her fall break would be over at school and then I’d be stuck alone during the day. I had tried not to look disappointed when she explained that on Tuesday night. I fell in deep so fast, I guess I had never really wondered why she was not in school. Although, I was determined to have an amazing weekend with her before our days together were cut short. I slide my phone unlocked to see what Summer had to say this morning. 8:43am Jacob, please come over. It's important. I began to text back as another message came through. She seemed to be in some kind of panic, and as quickly as I could, I jumped out from my bed and pulled whatever clothes I could find on my floor up and onto my cold body. 8:48am Hello?? Are you awake? I dialled her number and held my phone against my ear my pressing my head to my shoulder while I pulled at my jeans and was doing them up. It went straight to voicemail, and as a tickle grew in my nose, I debated if I should just hang up. *BEEP* "......oh, uh hey Summer it's Jacob. From down the beach. I mean, obviously. Just wanted to call and make sure everything is okay, I'm heading over now though so ju- heh.. just hold tight and I- I will uh.. Excuse m- huuchh'nxxgt! Oh god. Sorry. That was so rude. I tried to keep it quiet but I didn’t really have a free hand because I’m actually, well that doesn’t matter. I um, well anyways sorry. I'm going to—“ The machine cut me off and in a panic I just sent the message, instantly regretting it. Any normal person would have sent an "on my way" text. But nope, not me. I just left a rambling message, including a partially stifled sneeze, and I'm sure a ton of sniffling for her to listen to. Good call Jacob. I ran through the kitchen not realizing I was running right past my aunt at the stove making omelettes. I stopped outside the kitchens entrance and took a few steps backwards. “Good Morning Aunt Lily." I smiled awkwardly. She waved with one hand, the other over her mouth as she finished her last spoonful of yogurt. "Take a seat. Breakfast is ready." I bit my lip and glanced down at my phone screen seeing Summer had text me twice more. "Oh actually, I'm fine, I'm really not hungry and I kinda have somewhere to be so--" I trailed off as she continued to set a spot at the table for me. “Breakfast is what Jacob?” I rolled my eyes, not bothering to say out loud that I knew it was the most important meal of the day. I tried to think of some excuse but the all too familiar feeling of an impending sneeze had to steal my time to shine and get out of a inevitably long, drawn out breakfast. "Hehhtchho! Ehhssxtchoo!". Aunt Lily had her arms crossed over her chest as I peeked up from beneath my elbows sleeve. "Nutritious food is good for a cold. Sit." I tapped my hand against the doorframe and cleared my throat. “I’ve barely been sick the past 2 days.” As a cough escaped my lips, and she pointed to the table, I knew it didn’t matter. I nodded in defeat and pulled a chair out, slumping down like a 4 year old at the start of a tantrum. "So," This wasn't a good tone to start our breakfast conversation on. "You've been spending a lot of time down on the beach...." I shrugged all her questions off to finding some cool people down at the far end of the beach that were into science the same way I was, and explained to her that it was good for me to spend time with people my age. She seemed totally thrilled to have me making friends down here. And I mean, it wasn't a complete lie. Summer was a friend, and she was my age. So, I didn't need to feel guilty. At least I told myself that. When the awkward breakfast seemed to finally finish, I cleared off our dishes and pulled my phone from my pocket. Another text from Summer had just came through. 9:19am Hey forget about today. I had something come up. See you later. Dammit. One stupid breakfast and I ruined my chances with someone who could have definitely been a potential girlfriend for me. Maybe it was the message. I might never want to see me again if I got that message either. This wasn't going to just magically happen for me again. I blew it. I hung my head and sulked over to the table, taking a seat and scratching at the bridge of my nose. I prepared myself for the concerned questioning in my near future as my aunts footsteps made their way down the stairs and through the hallways. "Oh," she jumped, clearly not expecting to see me sitting in the dim kitchen. "I thought you were going down to see a friend?" She was putting her earrings in as she rushed around the first floor. “You were right. I don’t think I’ve quite shaken this cold yet.” She didn’t speak, but gave me a look as to say ‘that hasn’t stopped you before’. I continued, “I’m not feeling up to it.” with a weak shrug, followed by a genuine cough. When all else fails, play the sick card. I guess if I was being honest, now that I was sitting just for the purpose of sitting, my nose was still annoyingly itchy. She sighed and laid a hand on my shoulder. "Well, you just have a relaxing day." I nodded as she kissed my head and slipped into her heels. "Lucas's truck is in the garage. The keys are hanging by the back door if you feel like venturing out to get milk." I replied with the predictable reaction my body seemed to be mastering this morning. "HuhhHTSHIEW!" She sighed and glanced around at the tissue boxes that she had so conveniently placed around the house over the past few days. "Or if you need anything else. Credit card is on my bedside table." She spoke very quickly and opened the door to head off to her shopping day with friends. "The store is just up milestone road, follow it until you reach the set of lights. You'll see it." I nodded and plucked a tissue from the box in front of me, pinching it against the tip of my nose to ward off an incoming sneeze. “Get some rest, you look exhausted.” She blew and kiss and shut the door behind her. Once again, leaving me alone. I sunk into my chair and prepared myself for what was set out to be an awful day. I looked around the empty house for awhile. There was not much to do here. After pouting for a solid 15 minutes, I decided to go for that drive to the store. I'd always liked my cousin Lucas's old truck. This gave me a good chance to take it out for a spin. I had just recently got my license and my mom had a hard time letting me drive anything that wasn't 100% safe. So basically, I never drove anywhere. I had to take the freedom where I could. *** As I drove along the hilly back roads of the forest towards the store, I slowed near the top of a hill, thinking I had lost my mind seeing two people walking out in the middle of nowhere. I had kept my windows up to try and limit anything that might bother my sensitive cold nose, sending me sneezing right into a tree, but I slowly rolled them down to try and hear what was happening. The closer I got, the stronger the sinking feeling in my chest grew. The girl I was looking at, attached to another guy, was Summer. Even from 50 feet away I could recognize the shoulder length loose brown curls against her tanned skin. I felt sick and wanted to speed right past them, but as my foot pressed the gas, I realized, I had saw it wrong. The guy who looked to be a year or two older than me, and definitely more muscular had ahold of her wrist and as she tried to pull away, I saw the redness in her eyes. Passing them slowly. I pulled over nearly into a ditch and exhaled. Laying my head against the steering wheel, what was I about to do? I threw the door open and slammed it shut loud enough to hopefully have him loosen his grip on Summer. The sound caused him to drop her arm, and both their attention to shift directly to me. She didn't look happy to see me, but she didn't really seem to react at all. Tears had stained her cheeks, her eyes and chest were red. "Jacob." She breathed taking a step towards me before he took her wrist in his hands again. "Who the hell is this?" She looked back and fourth between us, unsure of what to say. She spoke to him for a moment, but was too quiet for me to hear a word. He gave me a look that told me this might possible not end well for me. My chest felt tight (and not just from the congestion) and my hands were losing feeling as I squeezed my fists tight. My voice croaked as my mouth hung open, and it was not until I looked into her eyes that I got the courage to take a step forward. "Dude," I couldn't believe I just addressed him that way. "Let her go. We're not going to cause anymore trouble for you." What was I even saying? I have no idea how he knew her, or why he was so angry, or why she was so upset. "Fine." He let go of her wrist and pushed her towards me. She stood in the road just starring. "You shouldn't have done that Bella." He bit his lip and turned around. It was only now, I realized another car. He got in and started it, pulling out from the shallow ditch and squealing his tires down the road. I looked into her eyes as she shook and mouthed an apology to me. Why had he called her Bella? I wasn't sure how to feel. I didn't know what was happening. Was it a boyfriend? A brother? I knew nothing about this girl. Why did I just jump out onto a road to pull her away from someone else. Maybe she didn't even want my help. I walked slowly towards her and pulled her close against me when I reached her shaking body. This was the first time I had seen her show any sort of emotion. She was always like a stone, not letting me get to see what she was really thinking. "Hey. You're fine." I ran my fingers through the ends of her hair and felt her cold skin tremble against my shaking hands. “Come on.” I pulled off my jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, although she didn’t really seem cold. I held her tight against me and guided her to the car. There was so much I wanted to ask her, but I needed to know the most important thing first. “Are you okay?” She nodded and leaned closer into my chest. We rested against the truck, my arms wrapped around her, and I held her until her breathing became rhythmic again. When she seemed to have calmed down, I pulled away from her and looked into her bloodshot eyes. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and seemed to be searching my face for my thoughts. "Bella?" I finally asked once she seemed to regain her regular breathing patterns, but just as quick as the whole situation happened, she began to breath uneasy again. "My name isn't Summer." She said quietly, refusing to look at me. What? I stumbled back towards the truck and pressed my hand hard against the door. What did she mean that wasn't her name? I couldn’t comprehend what she was trying to say to me. My head was full of a million questions, accompanied by the common cold side effects that were quickly creeping back into my nasal passages. Was this all a joke? No. I could see by looking at her there was more to this story. Tears welled in her eyes again as I grabbed ahold of the door handle and looked towards the ground. "Get in the car." She dropped her face into her hands for a second before exhaling and walking quickly towards me to take ahold of my hand. "Jacob please I want to expl—“ I snatched my hand away and pulled the drivers side door of the old truck open. “I said, get in the car. Please.”
Melody Posted August 29, 2015 Posted August 29, 2015 (edited) Oh my gosh!! That plot twist!!! This is so great Souhya! You always create such great characters, the chemistry in your stories is just soo good I also love how you internalize all of Jacobs thoughts... your writing is really wonderful! Edited August 29, 2015 by Harmony
souhya Posted August 31, 2015 Author Posted August 31, 2015 Oh my gosh!! That plot twist!!! This is so great Souhya! You always create such great characters, the chemistry in your stories is just soo good I also love how you internalize all of Jacobs thoughts... your writing is really wonderful!You're too kind! Thank you a thousand times ---------------Just a warning there is some swearing in this part! I wouldn’t want to offend anyone! Enjoy Much more sneezing to come, I just had to get this short plot explanation done! 6. Honesty The first 4 minutes of the drive were an uncomfortable silence. Although she gave me a sympathetic look after each sneeze, she didn’t utter a word. I opted out of turning the nearly silent radio up because I was concerned it would stop Summer— or, whatever her name was, from giving me an explanation. I watched her from the corner of my eye as we drove along the bumpy roads that made me feel the slightest bit car sick. Then again, could have been from what just happened. As she looked out the window in silence, her arms crossed against her chest, breathing calmed, but tears still steady streaming, I had had enough. I slowed and pulled the car over to the side of a dirt road, putting it into park and rubbed my eyes beneath my glasses. She didn’t budge. She kept her focus on the window. Fuck. Why was this girl so stubborn. Shouldn’t I be the one ignoring her? “Hey.” I had to smile at the authority in my voice. “Are we going to talk or what?” She sniffed again, louder this time. Hands wiping the tears from her eyes and then falling into her lap. Finally, she turned to face me. “I’m sorry Jacob.” Was that it? Was she really not going to explain any of this to me? I didn’t speak, I let my silence tell her that was not the talking I wanted to be happening. I shut the truck off and pressed my head against the steering wheel, coughing twice towards my legs. “Summer?” My voice was quiet. I wasn’t sure what I was asking. “My name is Isabella.” Bella. Her eyes had made their way back to the trees at her side. There was no way for me to read her facial expressions. “It’s complicated.” She spoke towards the window. “I’m sure it is.” I tried to sound both understanding and supportive, but as she looked back, her eyes told me the anger was present in my tone. “You won’t understand.” I couldn’t help but feel like she was feeling threatened. All my vulnerability was obvious to her, but I could tell by the way she spoke that she was scared. “You’re right. I may never understand.” Taking a few deeps breaths, I put a hand on top of hers. “But I can try.” “It was easier.” Was it though? I couldn’t see how lying about your name made any new friendship easier. “It’s just.. I just didn’t want you to hear anything about me that wasn’t true. Or any things that were true. I didn’t want anyone causing you trouble.” In a way I understood what she was saying, at least I wanted to. I think I needed some kind of sinus pressure release before I could fit anymore of these scenarios in my head. “Eshhh’hiew, Attcchhuu! Heh’ahhtshh!! HEHPttshh!” The four sneezes somehow managed to come out in less than 5 seconds. It wasn’t until after the rapid fit had ended that I realized my one arm was propped against the car door, the other was still against hers. “Bless you.” She spoke in a whisper, sounding as if someone had forced her to say it. After accidentally making her the target of an uncalled for sneeze attack, I knew I should apologize, but I couldn’t get myself to feel sorry. I was so angry, or maybe I was just upset. Part of me was relieved, I think. She let a tear or two escape before forcing herself to breathe. I gave her time and tried not to look eager. I knew when she was ready, she would tell me. “I was with him for a long time. I was happy at first, the first few months were good. We did everything together. He had his moments of anger but at first he never… well. It was just fine.” I swallowed hard, struggling to keep myself from turning the car on and going to find this guy. What would I do when I found him? Probably nothing. But the feeling of protectiveness came over me. “He hit you?” She shook her head. “Not hit. Just, pushed around, grabbed. More emotional stuff.” I could tell she didn’t want to talk about it. “After a year or so I tried to break it off but he got so angry, he told me he’d start spreading all these awful rumours that would ruin my life. I couldn’t let him. So I—“ “You stayed with him.” I finished the sentence for her, as she struggled to speak. She nodded to tell me I was correct. A wave of heat came over me and before I knew it, I was smashed my fist against the dashboard. She jumped back and pulled her arms over her chest. “I’m sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry.” How could I have done this? She’s confiding in me about an angry, abusive boyfriend and I just lash out like that. What in the fuck was I thinking. I leaned over and took her in my arms, pulling her tight against me. “I don’t need to hear anymore. You don’t have to tell me anything else.” All these rumours he might have spread, I didn’t want to be warned. I needed to be able to judge for myself. As for the guy, I wanted her to be safe, the worst thing I could do as a friend, or.. a boyfriend, was leave her now. She deserved better. And I was going to show her that. I did have one last question. “So, Summer was just…” Her trembling lips faded into the slightest smile. “You hearing about Isabella being bad news really isn’t any trouble, if my name is Summer.” This was so twisted. I mean, I understood, but how could I? I got that she couldn’t just go and trust in me the moment she met me after what she went through. But how was I going to be able to trust her after that? At this point, I was just thankful I hadn’t told my aunt about my new friend ‘Summer’. I’d be sent to the loony bin for sure. When we pulled up to her house, I unbuckled myself and leaned over her lap, unlatching the door and pushing it open. I wasn’t letting her get away quite that easy though. She must’ve known, because she stayed put. “Just so there is no more confusion,” She began. “No one really calls me Isabella.” She giggled quickly as the look on my face showed a million expressions at once. “My friends usually call me Bella. My mom just calls me Isabel, and my dad calls me Ella most the time.” I nodded to show that I understood and was no longer freaked out. Wanting to leave this on a good note to make her feel better, I took ahold of her hands and pulled her close to me. Pressing my lips firmly against hers. When we finished, she took a deep breath and slipped out of the truck. “I’m really sorry, Jacob.” I smiled towards the steering wheel and took this as my opportunity. “Most people just call me Jake.”
Melody Posted August 31, 2015 Posted August 31, 2015 SOUHYA THIS IS TOO ADORABLE FOR WORDS OH MY GOSH! I love how understanding he is, even though she completly lied to him... And that last lie! Such a perfect ending! Again your characterization is always so perfect!
Subtly Clashing Wishes Posted August 31, 2015 Posted August 31, 2015 Lovely writing. I am enjoying this very much. Are these all of Summer/Bella's dark secrets or are there more? I'm hoping for more.
souhya Posted September 1, 2015 Author Posted September 1, 2015 Lovely writing. I am enjoying this very much. Are these all of Summer/Bella's dark secrets or are there more? I'm hoping for more. Thank you! Both characters are definitely more complex than what is explained so far.SOUHYA THIS IS TOO ADORABLE FOR WORDS OH MY GOSH! I love how understanding he is, even though she completly lied to him... And that last lie! Such a perfect ending! Again your characterization is always so perfect! I'm so happy you're enjyoing this! Thanks so much for following this story!-------------7. New beginning Since that day in the old truck at the side of the road, things had changed. I wasn't sure how, because I thought she was absolutely perfect from the moment I met her, but she somehow seemed to be grabbing my interest even more. Her quirky stubbornness, and serious composure was still present, but she smiled more. God did I love seeing her smile. I waited on the front porch for Belle to show up. Even after two days, it was still kind of strange to me to be matching her face to another name. I had to keep reminding myself she was still the same person. It seemed like a silly nickname that made no sense. One a stranger would overhear and spend the next 15 minutes of their life wondering how that name came about. Bella. I put in a huge effort not to mix anything up, although I knew she wouldn't blame me. The first few times I spoke her name, all I saw was Summer. It wasn't until I watched her appear in the sand, an innocent smile I had never seen before set across her face that I lost all sight of Summer. She instantly disappeared. I rose to my feet, the grin clear across my face. There was my girl, my Belle. "Hey hot stuff." She called from the beach. I casually made my way down to meet her, trying not to look desperate. "You look gorgeous." I smiled, pressing my lips hard against hers. She always looked gorgeous. I could feel her smile against my lips, it broke the kiss as she pushed both hands against my chest. "You still sound stuffy." She frowned before resting her head against my chest. Along with the new comfort and openness that she was beginning to show, was also coming the caring part of her. She stopped herself from being too naggy, clearly able to tell that I was not interested in being babied, but I could tell that this part of her had been restrained when we met. "My sinuses, are none of your concern." We exchanged smiles before our lips met again. This time, longer and softer. "Hey Jacob?" Despite me insisting she call me Jake, she continued with the name she had become accustomed to. I nodded as I pulled her by the hand down my aunts dock. "I just wanted to apologize again. I'm really sorry about every--" "Eshh'hiew Attcheew!" Surprised by the pair, all I managed was to turn my head to the side, my hand barely making it up in time to shield my face during the second sneeze. As usual, she didn't comment. "Don't apologize." I sniffled upon hearing the congestion that had crept back into my voice. She looked upset. I had to keep it light. "Really, it was a relief. I thought maybe you never wanted to talked to me again after that message I left." I coughed out a laugh but she gave me a confused look. Damn. She hadn't checked the message. I wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or— nope. She pulled her phone out, and I wasn't the type to wrestle it away from her, so I dropped my face into my hands as she burst into laughter. I did love hearing her laugh. Despite it being at my expense, it was such a good feeling to see her happy. Her giggles continued as she starred while my nose twitched and I squinted my eyes. I stood with my fist against my nose as it built, spinning on the balls of my feet away from her and sneezing freely towards the water. “Ahxxgtchee! Huh.. Hehhpsschh!" My sudden relief of there being no wind as I sneezed uncovered was an after thought. I wrinkled my nose and smiled as her laughter calmed. "God, you sneeze a lot." She commented, and although I knew it was not implied as a compliment I gave a sarcastic reply. "It's a gift." The happiness in her eyes lasted a short amount of time as we stopped in front of a small tin boat. I gave her a devilish smile and she instantly began to shake her head. "Nope, no way Jacob." I grabbed ahold of her arm- pretty much being a super hero and saving her life- as she shuffled backwards on the deck and just about ended up in the water. "Come on. I want to do something fun." Her eyes alone told me she was not into my date plan. "Death is your idea of fun?" I rolled my eyes, pulling the boat close against the dock. This was one of the first times I had seen the dramatically unreasonable side of her. "Fishing," I spoke like a little kid trying to prove a point. "Is my idea of fun." Belle was not impressed. "It's also my idea of something to get both of us out of the house. Which personally, I desperately need." A nod from the nervous girl gave me the okay. Just as I believed I had finally won a fight, she made her way back up the dock. "Why can't we take this boat?" It didn't require me looking up from the task at hand to know she was beside the large sport boat. My uncle was obsessed with it when he first got it. Now it spent most the year unused. "We can," A smile fell upon her lips. "However, that's not the real fishing experience." I held my breath as she walked towards me, arms extended and lips puckered. "Please Jacob." She sighed before pressing her lips against mine. "Please." I took a breath as her fingers ran through my hair. "Pleeeaasse!" The kiss broke, but she help her arms around my neck. I looked from the small boat to the other, and shrugged once. "Okay, whatever makes you happy." She clapped her hands together and giggled like a maniac. Maybe I should have hated that she could get her way just like that. But, I honestly didn't care. As I finished packing all our things on the back seats, I observed her looking bored in the nose of the boat, her legs hanging over the edge. "Are you excited?" A nod came quickly but I could tell she was not even paying attention. I let go of the keys, tossing them into the boats dash before slipping into the front with her. "Don't you remember being a kid, and forcing your dad to take you fishing, and promising you'd last 2 hours but he still didn't get mad after you were bored 43 minutes in?" All I was getting was a blank look. "Or always insisting on using the green jig, pink in your case I guess, even though he said it was shitty and you'd never catch a thing..." I trailed off as she was clearly not interested. When she did not comment, I got up and started the boat. "Don't fall out." I spoke dryly, not making eye contact. After finding an adequate spot I dropped the anchor and picked up my favourite rod. Getting it all set up in silence as Belle was staring at her reflection in the still water. "My dad never took me fishing." She spoke out loud, but it didn't seem like it was directed towards me. "Oh." Yeah, that was the best I could think of. She pursed her lips together, the expression gone from her normally bright eyes. In that moment, I could hardly recognize her. I let my hand fall against her leg and as the corners of her lips turned up, she was my Belle again. "Is everything okay?" Her lips never parted, all I got was a nod. I gave her a moment, and eventually she turned around to fully face me and folded her hands in her lap, blue eyes looking up to me. She needed me. "I'll teach you." That afternoon was perfect. My body against hers as I taught her to cast, the tiny fish she was so proud of and demanded I took a picture of. And although it made me kind of queasy, I was man enough to put the worms onto her hook. Every 4 minutes, since she basically was just feeding the fish. After she was clearly bored of fishing we took a break for awhile. The water was too cold; not that that had ever stopped her before, but she never insisted we swim. She was spread out on her stomach across the back seat, her eyes closed when I finished one of the sandwiches I had packed. "Belle?" Her eyelids flickered as my hand rested against her. I let my fingers fall beneath her (my) sweatshirt and ran them in circles along the small of her back. In that moment it was perfect. This was what being in love was about, the happiness in dead silence. Her soft skin beneath my finger tips, her hair blowing in the perfectly timed cool breeze. All too perfect.. "Hii'nxxgt! NxCHHt, Hehgnnxt-NXT!" My fingers stayed on her back while my free hand pinched the collar of my shirt over my nose. She stirred beneath my touch, despite how quiet I tried to keep the current fit. I released my breath slowly, a smile forming across my face when she spoke, her eyes still shut. "You sure are romantic Jacob." I pulled my hand from her back and covered my mouth as a laugh turned into a cough. She used my shoulders to pull herself up before beginning to massage my neck. She giggled, I assume she could feel my breathing become uneasy. “Esshhieww, excu— heh.. hehhpshhAHH!! Ugh. Sorry. Excuse me, sorry.” As I pinched my nose between my eyes, groaning, she rested her arms over my shoulders, her hands clasped together against my chest. She kissed my cheek softly. “Bless you.” I nodded and she placed another soft kiss on my neck before resting her head down on my shoulder. I never wanted to leave. 5 hours and 2 sunburns later, we pulled back up to the dock. I took my sunglasses off just in time to watch as she pinched her nose, turning away for a short moment before coming back and sniffling once "You okay?" She nodded, a smile across her face. "Yep, perfect." I decided not to bug her about it any further. That was, until I noticed the same familiar pattern a fifth and sixth time as we sat side by side in the boat. Was I surprised? No. Since we started kissing, we hadn't stopped. Truthfully, I would have been super impressed if she hadn't gotten sick. I decided the seventh silenced sneeze gave me the right to comment. She ran the back of her hand beneath her nose before blinking quickly and recovering completely. ”Bless you." I received a rather offended look for what I thought was a polite response. "I didn't sneeze." Defence was clear in her tone. I held my hand up in surrender and apologized. Well, whatever the 'not sneeze' was, it was cute.
AnteatersOnParade Posted September 1, 2015 Posted September 1, 2015 These are lovely! Beautiful writing and awesome character development! This definitely showcases your strengths as a writer quite nicely. Great job. Am truly enjoying this!!!
souhya Posted September 2, 2015 Author Posted September 2, 2015 These are lovely! Beautiful writing and awesome character development! This definitely showcases your strengths as a writer quite nicely. Great job. Am truly enjoying this!!!Eeeekk everyone following this story is so sweet! Thank you so much! ---------------Late last night I was stricken down with a sudden fever (props to my fiancé for taking care of two babies all night...) Luckily, we had kind of been preparing for at least one of us to get targeted by the daycare colds since our oldest son has started going to daycare twice a week (just to get him used to other children his age and give me some VERY needed toddler free time, now having twins - feel free to reassure me we're doing the right thing, I feel awful!) Anyway, despite feeling better this morning, I'm so so so very thankful that my man made sure I was able to have a solid 5 hours of resting time during the day. This part, is the result of that time!I thought it would be a nice little additive to one of the parts to add in a snippet of Belle's thoughts as well. Enjoy! ---------------8. Point of View “I thought you liked pasta, you’ve barely eaten.” Could she blame me? I had just had the most perfect day with my new girlfriend and she made it so awkward when she came home to find us in the boat and began mumbling on about me washing my hands before dinner. After that disaster, Belle said she needed to get home anyway. I could tell she wanted to stay. I wanted her to stay. “Sorry, it’s great. I think this cold is just ruining my appetite.” She knew it was a lie just as well as I did. I continued to push the chunks of chicken and Alfredo covered spirals around my plate, waiting for her to break the silence. “So, I see you’ve met Isabel…” It wasn’t that my Aunt had stopped talking halfway through her name. No, she finished, last name and all. Along with a comment about how kind her parents are, and a calm reminder that I had forgot to put the cover on the boat. I was hearing her, it was just that, as soon as her name was spoken; the second she was mentioned, I wasn’t listening anymore. After acknowledging her blank stares, I straightened up and cleared my throat. “Uh. She’s pretty cool, I guess.” A smile peeked at the corner of her lips. “I guess so.” My cheeks felt hot, there was a slim chance I had developed a fever, but I knew it was probably related to her watching us locking lips in her husbands boat. I watched her face and wondered what was going through her mind. “Any plans tonight?” Thank god, a subject change. I shook my head for a moment before getting weirdly brave. “Yeah actually, is it alright if Belle comes over for a bit? Just to watch a movie or something? Heh… Heetchsiew! Eshhhiew!” I finished my sentence with my cold’s signature double into my napkin. She pulled a fresh one from the holder and placed it in front of me as I crumpled the other in my hand. “Maybe you should just take it easy tonight.” I knew that wasn’t what she meant. “For a cold?” She could tell I wasn’t done speaking, I appreciated that about her. “We’ll just be relaxing.” I stopped myself before foolishly bringing up how us being in the house would stop her from stealing me away to the beach in the middle of the night. “That’s fine dear. I’m glad you’re making friends.” She left a stabbing emphasis on the word friends. I did however have to appreciate her lack of obsession over my ‘friend’ choice. My mother would have shut that down so quickly I wouldn’t know what hit me. I watched her eyes follow my fork carefully, knowing she had something else to say. I decided to take a bite, breaking her concentration. “Jacob. Please don’t make any big decisions.” I heard my mothers tone in my aunts voice. I raised an eyebrow, unsure of exactly what she was getting at. “As much as I would love you to, and you are always welcome,” Ah. Now I understood. I wished I hadn’t. “You won’t be here for long. I don’t want anything to make leaving difficult for you.” Her word choice was ‘anything’ but it’s meaning was ‘anyone’. I nodded and assured her it was nothing serious and not a big deal. Her eyes wouldn’t let me know whether she believed me or not. I hoped mine didn’t tell her I couldn’t believe myself. ** Belle had only been in the house long enough for us to get through 2 previews on a DVD when her phone rang. She looked to me for permission before pulling it from her pocket. “Sorry, it’s my dad.” I nodded. I trusted her, but still felt relief as I glanced at her screen, confirming that’s who it was. You couldn’t blame me for being a little on edge. “I’ll grab us some water.” I mouthed when she answered the phone. As I left the room, I couldn’t help but smile at how perfect she looked sitting on the couch, casual and comfy, yet so beautiful. I re-entered the room just as the call was ending. She was smiling, but her eyes rolled. “Yes dad, we’ll keep it totally PG.” I laughed under my breath at that. Beneath her strong exterior, she was still someone’s little girl. She said her goodbye’s as I handed her a glass of ice water. “Your dads calling from down the beach? Jeez my reputation must be a lot more badass than I thought.” She faked a smile and spoke as if she was not interested in talking to me right now. “They’re not at home.” She spoke right to the point, the issue was, I wasn’t sure what that point was. ”Where are they?” I waited as she took a sip of water, reaching across me to set it on the table. She easily could have set it on the end table on her side of the couch. She was stalling. "Um, England I think. Could be Scotland. Something that ends in land I'm sure." I could tell she didn’t want to further this conversation anymore, so I dropped it. “How was your day?” Her head fell in my lap and her fingers danced across the remote buttons, until she found what she was looking for and the television volume slowly increased. Our conversation was done, but as long as she was with me, I didn’t mind. * * * His fingers gently ran through my freshly washed hair, I felt like he was watching my every move but when I peeked up to see him, his eyes were not on me. Instead, his head had fallen back to the side, his long lashes nearly touching his cheeks. He looked like a little kid, passed out 25 minutes into a movie, his lips parted just enough for the congested breaths to escape between them. As hard as he tried to hide or suppress it, there was no denying the wet crackling cough that came from his chest. This cold’s latest symptom. Poor thing had the worlds worst head cold, and a developing chest cold all at once. I could hear a faint wheezing with each breath. Despite how messy his hair got, it always looked like it was meant to be that way. I’d see him mess with it throughout the day, but I never thought it looked bad. I watched him from my spot in his lap, wishing he’d wake up so I could grab his face and kiss him. I loved everything about Jacob. Everything. I loved how much he cared about others, how much he cared about me. I loved the way he eliminated the doubt in my mind that I could never be happy again. I loved the way a smile always crept onto his lips when I said his name, even if he didn’t realize it. I loved how he was set in his ways, but always agreed that I was right, even when we both knew I wasn’t. I loved the way he made me feel special, without even trying. I loved that he didn’t have to change himself, to be the person that I had fallen in love with. I loved all the things that he hated about himself. Like the way he rambled when he was nervous, or how his voice sounded when I’d call at 3am. I loved all the little sniffles and obsessively hygienic sneezes that he always apologized for. That was another thing, I loved the way he was always so sorry for being himself, when that’s why I loved him. As much as he apologized for who he was, he never changed. Deep down, deep deep down, there was a part of him that was happy with himself. Confident in his decisions. And like I said, I loved that about him. Because he was that way for him, and not anyone else. I could feel him jerk awake, but he relaxed suddenly. I kissed his arm as he wrinkled his nose, bringing a hand up to rub it as his eyelids fluttered open. “Oh, hey.” He had that 3am voice going on again, that was on the list of all the things I loved about him wasn't it? I couldn’t speak, I just sat up as close to him as possible, pulling his hand onto my lap as our fingers touched. Despite his thin fingers, my hand felt small in his. I kept my eyes focused on the movie because I didn’t want to overwhelm him. From the corner of my eye I watched a pained expression cross his face, I recognized it instantly, he had to sneeze. God was this cold ever doing him justice. He was the only person I knew who could look completely adorable during all parts of a sneeze. He closed his eyes just for a second before he tried to pinch his nose discreetly and exhaled in relief. I waited patiently for the apology regarding him falling asleep. He was quiet for a minute, rubbing tired eyes, one at a time before he spoke again. “Sorry, guess I kind of dozed off.” It brought a smile to my face. There was nothing in this world quite like being in love with Jacob. It was all the happiness and comfort in the world, compressed into a single feeling. It was everything I ever wanted, without knowing. As soon as I felt like I could never love him any more than I already did, he blushed during an innocent smile, and I fell harder. Or he excused himself before and after sneezing without a thought and I realized how happy I was to be with someone who somehow cared so much about what others thought, but also had no cares in the world. He had his gaze focused on me. I had never met anyone like Jacob. But now that I had, I never wanted to be with anyone else, ever again. * * * Shit, I had passed out not even half an hour into the movie, she probably thought I was so lame. I had awoke suddenly, but took a breath, keeping my eyes shut and trying to rub away a growing itch in my nose. Her lips pressed against my arm, and I finally opened my eyes. I tried to pretend I hadn’t noticed her at first. “Oh, hey.” She didn’t look at me, she probably hadn’t even noticed I fell asleep. Or she had and just didn’t want to bring me anymore shame. I was such a dork. She sat up away from me, I touched my hand against hers, although she willingly took it, she must have felt pressured to because as our hands were touching, it was like she wasn’t there. Of course, already embarrassed, my cold had to play it’s part, the back of my sinuses beginning to tingle. I wasn’t able to control my body’s initial response as my mouth fell open and my nose wrinkled. She seemed to be focused on the movie, but even if she had been looking, there was no way she could recognize the pre-sneeze expression. She barely paid me attention when we weren’t making out. I tried to quickly stop the sneeze by pinching my nose. Luckily, after 3 or so seconds, it passed. I exhaled in relief. I waited for her to speak, but she never did. She must’ve been annoyed with me. “Sorry, guess I kind of dozed off.” She stayed quiet, a slight smile appearing on her lips, most likely making fun of me. When she looked away back to the TV, only awful things could run through my mind. I was losing her interest. She stayed focused, not seeming to notice my eyes on her. I wondered if she ever thought about me the way I would sit and think about her. I doubted it. As quick as our story had begun, it was coming to an end.
levinelover Posted September 2, 2015 Posted September 2, 2015 This story is wonderful! I love the romance. Please continue
Subtly Clashing Wishes Posted September 2, 2015 Posted September 2, 2015 Beautiful story. Keep going. I like these two very much. I can't wait to read how their story unfolds.Don't feel bad about sending your toddler to day care. You are right that he needs to play with other kids. And getting sick is just part of his job right now. He'll be fine, you and your fiancé will be fine, the twins will be fine. Feel better soon.
Melody Posted September 4, 2015 Posted September 4, 2015 (edited) Amazing as always Souhya!!! I cannot ever get enough of your writing!!And don't you dare feel bad about sending your kids to daycare!! I imagine twins are a lot of work and you deserve a break too!! That being said, don't feel like it's wrong to take care of yourself and to take an easy, because you and your husband definitely deserve it! Anyway, take care of yourself. Hope you feel better Edited September 4, 2015 by Harmony
RipleyToo Posted September 6, 2015 Posted September 6, 2015 This is so marvelous and adorable, good job! You sure do have a talent for writing!
souhya Posted September 15, 2015 Author Posted September 15, 2015 This story is wonderful! I love the romance. Please continue Thank you so much! Sorry the update took so long Beautiful story. Keep going. I like these two very much. I can't wait to read how their story unfolds.Don't feel bad about sending your toddler to day care. You are right that he needs to play with other kids. And getting sick is just part of his job right now. He'll be fine, you and your fiancé will be fine, the twins will be fine. Feel better soon.Thank you for following the story! Much appreciated.Amazing as always Souhya!!! I cannot ever get enough of your writing!!And don't you dare feel bad about sending your kids to daycare!! I imagine twins are a lot of work and you deserve a break too!! That being said, don't feel like it's wrong to take care of yourself and to take an easy, because you and your husband definitely deserve it! Anyway, take care of yourself. Hope you feel better Thank you! You're too kind! And thank you for always following my writing! So sweet This is so marvelous and adorable, good job! You sure do have a talent for writing!Aw, too kind. Thanks so much!---------- So hi, I will just very quickly apologizing for suddenly stopping the updates. I ended up getting better, and then Luca and our son were both very ill and he still had to work some days and all the boys we’re home with me and it was just a crazy week or two! It’s a blur! Anyway, I’m sorry, and here’s the update! ——————— 9. The Way It Is When I awoke Monday morning, the house smelt of sugar. Aunt Lily must have been making pancakes. I stretched out, my eyes still closed. It wasn’t until I had been awake for nearly two minutes that I clued in to the humming noise coming from beneath my pillow. After blindly searching for what was right in front of me, I pulled my phone out, confused. It only took a split second to register the situation, but I dropped my head back down against the pillow, smiling. After seeing Belle’s name and timer 9:27:05 flashing across the top of my screen, I remembered speaking on the phone as I was falling asleep. The humming sound I heard was the fan in Belle’s room. She told me she could never sleep without it, even in the winter. “Good morning…” I spoke reluctantly, unsure whether she was awake. “Mmmm.” She moaned slightly, I could tell I’d woken her. “Sorry.” I half whispered, smiling like an idiot. “You were snoring.” Her voice was scratchy. “Sorry.” I repeated, I might have said more, but I was focused on her voice. I listened carefully as she cleared her throat, once, again. “Sorry I didn’t hang up. I felt kind of, comforted hearing your breathing.” It was weird, in the best way possible. I tried to be happy talking to her but I couldn’t seem to get my mind off the fact that the sneezes in the boat the other day were no coincidence, she was very obviously getting sick. She didn’t mention it, didn’t complain, but I knew. “Hey Belle,” Although I could not see her, I knew she would be nodding. “I’m sorry, I kinda have some stuff to do during the day so, I’ll have to call you later.” In my attempts to sound nonchalant, her silence told me I came across as uninterested. “I’m sorry.” There was a distant sniffle before she cleared her throat once again. “No problem. Talk to you later Jacob.” She didn’t seem bothered, although I knew better. “Yeah. See you later b—“ The line went dead. I tossed my phone against the covers and rolled out of bed, scratching my stomach. I was relieved to go downstairs and find muffins on the counter, but no one there to bug me about running out of the house. I threw two muffins into a plastic container and into a bag, along with my open pack of cough drops, an extra sweater, and a box of kleenex. I grabbed two of my aunts travel mugs and filled one with hot coffee, and made a single tea in the other. I grabbed the truck keys from the back door and tossed the bag in the passenger seat, putting the mugs in the front cup holders. I pulled up in the back of Belle’s house and hoped she wouldn’t judge me for driving 15 houses down. In my defence, I was still fighting my cold and I wanted to be able to take care of her, without subjecting myself to the lovely rain we were having. I threw the bag over my shoulder and held a mug in each hand, using my elbow to push the doorbell when I reached her front porch. I was surprised when she opened the door. She stood looking completely composed, fully dressed, her hair was damp and brushed and she seemed to be perfectly fine. “Hey.” She looked very surprised to see me. I squinted in the rain until she got the clue and let me in. When I reached the dining room table, I handed her the mug with tea and pulled out the contents of my bag. “What’s all this?” Was it bad that I was relieved to hear that she definitely sounded sick. I pulled out the sweater and took the tea back from her hand, unzipping it and putting it over her shoulders. “Well,” I continued to sort through the things I had brought. “Your voice sounded kind of sore on the phone this morning. And I remembered how awful I felt the first few days of this nasty bug, so I just wanted to come make sure my girl was properly taken care of.” Her eyes lit up with my use of ‘my girl’ I don’t know why I said it. It just kind of, came out. She snuggled against the sweater, (my favourite sweater by the way, I must really like her) and took a sip from the tea as she snatched the mug back from me. “You’re ridiculous.” She rolled her eyes and walked over to the sectional couch, collapsing in the corner seat. My mouth hung open, as she smiled from beneath the mug. “I love you so much.” She spoke quietly. She loved me. All this time, I knew it, but I couldn’t let myself believe it. Until then, she finally said it. She loved me. I was froze for a moment before the kleenex box fell from my hand and in an instant I had my hands on her waist, our lips locked together. We stuck together for what felt like 15 minutes before I had to pull away and muffle a cough against my fist. She was catching her breath as I rested my head against my knees. “You know Jacob,” My throat was raw by the time the fit ended and I turned to meet her smirking face. “If I’m sick for as long as you have been. I will not be very pleased with you.” “You’re right.” I struggled to speak between wheezing breaths. “We’d better stop kissing.” She nodded and took another sip of tea, leaning to grab my mug and handing it to me. We sat for awhile drinking in silence before I set my mug down, and watched as she did the same. Our eyes met, but neither of us budged. Her eyes looked from mine, down my chest and she stopped when we were looking at each other once again. “Oh screw it, I’m already doomed.” She had knocked me over and had a hand on either side of my head, pressing her lips firmly against my neck. She was cold against my hot skin and thank god some part of me got my arms to wrap around her waist and begin to kiss her back. I had to laugh as she slowed her breathing and began to kiss slowly against my cheek, taking long breaths between each time her lips met my face. She sat up calmly before cupping one hand loosely over her face, I watched as she sneezed once, staying completely composed. “Bless you.” I could feel a smile force itself onto my lips. She returned the expression before turning away from me completely. “Hiih’kshh! Hhtkshh!” She stayed bent slightly towards the arm of the couch, I ran my hand up and down her back as she exhaled loudly. “Bless you, again.” “You okay?” She nodded in response turning back to me. before pulling her sweater sleeves over her hands and bobbing against my chest with them over her face, stifling two completely silent sneezes. "Jeez. God bless you, you sure you're alright babe?" I reached behind me to grab a tissue box, turning back in time to see a faint smile on her lips. "I'm perfect." She replied once she was confident the sneezing was done. "You sure are." Minutes turned to hours, and since we had been on the phone consciously until 2am, I hadn’t woke up until nearly 11:30. We stayed attached on the couch, now 9pm. My aunt had text me a few times times asking for an updated time on when I’d be coming back. She was on edge the past two days, I wasn’t sure why. After agreeing to be home for dinner and not showing up, she settled on me just walking back and picking the truck up because she had a fear of the wild animals that ran across the road late at night. She said some were big enough to wreck a car, and she’d just feel much more at ease if I walked home down the beach after dark. I loved every second of being next to Belle. It took little to no time after I began striking her hair for her to pass out cold, and she was just beginning to stir in her sleep. Her lips parted slightly as her head rested against my chest. I felt my phone vibrating constantly in my pocket, but couldn't get myself to pull my attention away from her for even a second. It was partially that reason, but also because I know my aunt had been letting my mom know how well I was doing, and my mom was beginning to nag me about coming home. I knew it was only a matter of time before Belle would be painfully far away from the grasp between my arms. I squeezed her tight against my upper body, smiling as she wiggled beneath my arms. "Sorry," she began, rubbing tired eyes. "I'm so boring." I shook my head. She'd never know how perfect it was, holding her in my arms. "I should let you rest." I wanted to stay, but I knew I shouldn't. She followed me to the front hall and grabbed one hand as I opened the door. "Jake?" This was the first time she's used the name I had been suggesting since the day we met. "I love you." I loved her. My breathing fought to stay calm as my mind argued with my heart against taking another step back into the house. "Drink lots, get some sleep, stay warm," I went over all the regular patient instructions I had been told over the years. "Call me if you need anything." I pressed my lips against hers softly. "Does wanting to make out count as "needing something?" Hell yeah it does. "Go to bed." I chuckled, walking down the front steps, waving as she shut the door behind me. I kicked my heels through the cold sand and shivered as a cool breeze came rolling over the waves just feet away from me. The moon was bright and full tonight, I’d never noticed how beautiful the moon was until that moment. Ever since I met Belle, everything in life seemed to have more meaning. Being with her was being the happiest I could possibly imagine. As I reached the front steps and made my way through the house and up to my bedroom, my phone vibrating in my pocket brought me back to reality. A single name appearing upon a bright screen in a dim room reminded me how quickly things could change. You can be at the best possible point in your life, and just like that, it’s over. I hovered my finger of the screen for a moment, exhaling in discomfort. Finally, I slid the bar across. “Hello?”
Subtly Clashing Wishes Posted September 16, 2015 Posted September 16, 2015 This young love is so sweet. But I bet his mom just called. Well, crumb cake!
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