"WAKE UP!" My mom yelled from my door. "Your little boy friend is going to be here soon!" I pulled the covers from over my head. I looked at her groggily. What the freak? It can't be that late. I couldn't have slept that long, NO WAY! I had school today!
"What time is it?" I asked with a hoarse voice.
"It's quarter after five." My mom replied with a smile, "I let you sleep, your all beat up. You needed to let your body heal. That's probably why you've been sleeping all day. Plus you stayed up late last night." she closed the door and I heard her go thunk, thunk, thunk, down the stairs to the kitchen.
I stood up and wobbled a little. What should I wear? Ack. I know Black! I pulled off my pajamas and opened my closet. I pulled out a slipknot shirt and, a pair of black dickies. I threw them on my bed and got on some underwear and then put on my cloths. I shuffled over to my dresser, slid on some black rubber bracelets. I put on my flame watch and went on to putting on my make up. The concealer, naa not today. I picked up my lily white, loose face powder, and put it on. Then Black lipstick, and eyeliner. Lastly I put on my favorite ring. My father gave it to me. It's sterling silver, and it has leaves in the design of the otherwise flat surface. I ran a brush through my hair and it was done. I need to re-dye my hair black soon, I can see roots.
I took my time getting downstairs. Once I stepped into the kitchen, a familiar smell hit me. Chicken cordon bleu. I loved that stuff!
I sat down and stared at my mom. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all. She does care about me, and loves to raise me. She just likes to tease me. It's just her nature. Maybe I should be nicer to her.
The doorbell rang. My mom just looked at me with a smile. "Can you get that" she said with her thick accent, she turned around to cut some vegetables. I sigh and got up to answer the door. I wonder if this is an evil plot to get me a boyfriend. Well its not gonna work!
"Hi diggins!" exclaimed Travis; he suddenly lunged at me catching me in a death grip. I let him embrace me, as I stayed dead still. I can't imagine what kind of face I making.
Zac:
After I called diggins house and got her mom. She said that diggins was sleeping and to be there at around 5 o'clock. I got ready; I put on a tight black shirt (trying to fit in) and a pair of jeans. I begged my mom to give me a ride. Needless, to say we were late. I knocked on the door. A few seconds passed. But once Diggins opened the door. Emotions, over flowing from last night. All the things had built up and I had to touch her.
"hi diggins!" I squealed, and I sprang forward and pulled her body so it was pressed against mine. Oh I loved it! She wasn't too keen though.
She responded with a, "waaaa" and jumping into a some kind of wacked karate position.
I had a pleased look on, at least I think, behind the blushing.
"hi" she responded. After spurting gibberish for a minute or two. She returned to normal stance and stared at me.
"hi" I responded, putting my hands behind my back.
"oh yeah, come in." she left the door and retreated to the inside.
I walked in, closing the door behind me. It was a nice place. Me and diggins, sat on the couch, looking at each other.
"why don't you show him your room." Her mother suggested. I vote yes.
"mom..." she threw at her mom.
"go on." Her mom had a wisp of laughter in her voice whenever I was around.
"fine" she looked at me, "come along." she got up and started up a stair case.
"so, feeling better?" I tried to start a conversation.
"yeah" we both entered her room. I looked around me. Looked normal, except for all the slipknot, blink-182, greenday, and other bands, i've never heard of, posters all over her walls. From the looks of them I didn't want to know them. I sat on the end of her bed, nervously. She slumped in the middle, and looked over at me.
"you see my room." she kept looking at me. Unbroken stare, that made me want to run out of the room. It was definitely intimidating. But in a weird way I loved it. She looked so...and the way she looked at me was just.... ohh!
"cool room." I said to make her stop staring at me. I moved a little closer to her. She shot me a confused look and stayed where she was.
"I try to make it me, but it's just not going well." she looked off into space, and sounded like a zombie.
"I think it looks really gloomy." That's something I don't usually say, about a girls room no less.
"Hey, thanks man." For the first time, she smiled at me. She likes to be gloomy, and when people acknowledge this, she is happy. I moved a little closer to her, I don't think she even noticed. I was just inches away from her warm body, I felt a rush of excitement run through me. Like I was somewhere where I wasn't suppose to be.
"You should smile more." I turned to her, with an unpassing smile.
"why?"
"because, you have a nice smile." I complimented. Her smile was really nice, like tiny pearls. When she relaxed her face, she looked...beautiful, a true beauty. Her lips went into a natural pouty stance and curved slightly down, into a mild frown. Her cheeks, even under her makeup, were always flushed a light pink. Her nose came down like a graceful slope, slightly pointed up. Her hair satin, dyed black and cut short and in layers of course. Then her eyes. Her eyes, were like oceans. They bring you in and drowned you in their infinite wisdom. Her every emotion, was bared in her vast blue eyes.
I closed my eyes and had a vision of Diggins and myself, together, happy, and never happier.
"uh...thanks I guess." She kept stareing at the wall infront of her. Like she was talking to her inner thoughts, only she was talking to me.
"you're welcome..." I just realized at that moment that I had hugged her. I started to laugh, uncontrollably. She looked at me like I was crazy.
"what are you laughing at?" she questioned me.
I couldn't answer, I kept laughing and laughing. My sides hurt and my mouth ached from smiling so much.
I settled a little, "I hugged you." My face burned from the fit.
"yes you did." she reply, plain and simple. Why couldn't she say something else but that. Something like "I loved it", "you make me randy", or even "do it again" something. I guess she plays hard to get.
I let out a last little laugh, "Did you like it?" I felt like smacking my head, I really have to think before I talk.
"well, it was kind of sudden. But I guess I like it, I mean, Si" Spanish, she knew Spanish too.
"Bien" I replied, smiling the unpassing smile that has been spread across my face since I entered her room. I slowly and unnoticing (by her) moved closer to her.
"¿Tochar la guitarra?" I asked her, I don't know many words in Spanish needless to say.
"Me gusta mucho tochar la guitarra" I stopped for a minute trying to figure out what exactly she said.
She must have seen the confusion on my face; "I like to play guitar very much."
A pained look stormed across her beautiful face. It hit me; her guitar was in pieces. I feel so sorry for her. I know that if anyone kicked in my drums I would have to kill them. I kept slowly moving closer and closer, until my thigh was touching hers. She didn't seem to mind at all, so I stayed there.
"You'll get a new one, and it'll be fine." I tried, to comfort her. What I really wanted to do is to hold her close, and run my fingers through Her soft hair. Maybe I should do that, she's weak and if I do, do that, she wouldn't fight back.
"Yeah..." she agreed, "Thanks, man."
"No problem" I smiled at her, she smiled back.
Jeez if she just let me into her heart, I would make her life better. I would love her and never forget about her. Why can't she see that, in my eyes, in my every movement, in my every word? Listen to me i sound like a sap!
I slowly but surly raised my arm and put it around her, across her back and rested my hand on her thigh. I didn't exactly plan for it to rest there but hey I'm improvising. It came in a sudden thought and without warning I carried it out.
She looked over at me with questioning eyes. I replied to them with a loving look. Eyes. They can say a million things, without saying a word. They are the keys to the heart, and they are the greatest seducers.
Diggins:
I felt his warm arm slide around across my back and his hand stop on my thigh. That was pretty risky for a first touch thing. Weird enough I felt a bolt of electricity between us. Overcome by passion. For a moment I was light headed. I stared at the wall like nothing was happening, like I felt nothing. It became to hard to ignore after awhile.
"What are you doing?" I asked him calmly. Completely opposite of what I was inside. Scared, jittery.
"I put my arm around you, why? Don't you like it?" he look rejected at my words.
"No, just I can't get to close to you." I said as I leaned onto the steady rising and falling of his chest. A total contradiction of what I just said. I closed my eyes and breathed him in. Accepting him almost, I reached around him, wrapping my arms around him. His arms tightened around me holding me there.
For the first time in my life, I felt an unexplainable attraction for a guy. I've never felt this way toward a guy. I keep telling myself it's not real, that everything comes to an end. But on my other hand, I want to be close to him like this. Maybe even love him. I'm sure, at that very moment, if he asked me to make love with him, I would have. Just on the pure haze of being like that and having him, finally, after all I've been through. Wait no i'm lieing.
"God, I must be dead." I said out loud. I felt him shift, uneasily.
"Why?" he asked in his half-growly half-smooth voice.
"I've never known this kind of happiness." he rested his head on mine. It was slight, but I felt him smell my hair. I wonder why he did that? I have so much to learn about this stuff. All's I know is what I feel, and I feel passion.
We sat there for hours, it seemed like it. In each other's arms, feeling each his breath run through his body, hearing his heartbeat go steady, never missing a beat. How did it ever get this good? Why did I ever know this kind of pleasure, happiness before? Now that I have felt it and it's with me always, what do I do with it? If this ends, will I do anything for it? Will I chase after him and scare him away? Or will I just take it as it comes and go farther each time? I think I will take it as it comes and go as far as I see fit. Which isn't very far. Unless, I really love him. Which I'm sure I will, in time.
I totally forgot about my mom and her cooking us dinner. I heard her coming up the steps and if she saw us like this...I don't know. I quickly jumped away and pushed him back. He gave me a confused and hurt look. He didn't hear the sound of my mother footsteps. She wanted to catch us like this. But I knew what her quiet steps sounded like; I was ready for them.
"What's wrong?" he asked. I held my finger in front of my lips, to motion him to be quiet.
"My mom" I whispered leaning close to him.
"Oh..." he looked down at his feet, blushing.
I leaned over and brushed his cheek with my lips, I slid over quickly just in time as my door opened. My mom entered saying, "dinner time!" in her heavy accent.
Travis gave me a surprised look and turned to my mom, as she left to go back down stairs, no doubt to serve up food.
He turned back to me, smirking, "that was great."
"Come on." I started out of my room to the stairs, ignoring his comment but keeping it stored in my mind. He followed close behind, looking rather bubbly.
During dinner Diggins mom pried some information from me, my phone number. I called her quickly after dinner and in code told her to call me Travis. I stood there looking at diggins as my mom and her mom spoke. Her mom kept saying, "saved my daughter", "so brave", "we're so thankful". All crap! I know at one point my mom had invited them over, because my mom likes to make new friends. It's always like that, and from Diggins mom saying, "you're so kind to invite us, ill see you then" which isn't necessarily a bad thing. But I didn't want to share Diggins with anyone. OH CRAP! My brothers, they'll be there! Diggins looks older than she is, which also isn't a bad thing because I do too! But they'll be hitting on her, and she's MINE mine mine mine mine! I guess there's no stopping it. It will also test her to see if she likes me and only me. If she can fight off my brothers, I can trust her with anyone. I mean I've seen them in action, you have to literally beat them off with a metal pipe. I think if they thought they could get away with it, they would hump girl's leg, that's where the metal pipe comes in.
After a while, after ours mothers were done and they hung up. Diggins mothers beamed at making a new friend. She announced that she and Diggins were coming over tomorrow for dinner or something. This is a good one on my mother's part. How is she going to hide the fact that we're the Hanson family? Jeez.
Diggins opened the door that exposed the stairwell that led upstairs. She climbed it swiftly, i stood at the bottom of the stairs and watched her. I wasn't looking at her bum, i was looking at her hair. It was short, not all cut in a even line. For some reason it made me think she cut it out of grief, or depression. Something had made HER do it. I wonder why?
I shook my head to escape my thoughts. I made my feet go up a couple stairs, i swerved my hand back and closed the door, so the stairs were hidden again. Then, i continued to climb the stairs with quickness. I had to be close to Diggins, for me it was torchure being away from her. torcure is not good and thats how i solved it, i must be close to her and then i'm in bliss. Torchure so easily remidied, it's funny i never thought of it before. ah ha ha ha. Crap.
Diggins:
I went upstairs to get away from my mother. I ran, in fact. Escaped to my room, the only place to be alone, not even my mother liked to be in my room. I succeed after all, it was me. Travis, stood at the bottom of the steps and i heard the door close after a minute or two. Then he climbed the steps, and entered my room. He looked like he was about to cry. Which is weird, because i don't know how to deal with crying people. I just sit there and feel bad for them. His eyes abondoned and lonely, his lips pouty and soft. He sat next to me again and took my hand, he squeezed it affectionitly. His expression changed to pure joy when i returned the gesture. I fell into an ocean of feelings, i was engulfed in the ocean. I think i felt the joy that Travis did, the attraction, the love....oh crap....LOVE?
Did I in fact love Travis? Could he be my price charming? My one, my only, mine? Probably not.
The thoughts ran through my head, making me dizzy and weak. Oh jeeze. What the hell do i do with love? What the hell to do?
My whole body felt warm and wanted. In turn i wanted Travis, with this new information that i had, this...love. Should i tell him or wait, or never tell him, turn him off so he won't bother with me. Either way i think i'm going to need something to put me to sleep tonight, sleeping pills or weed. Is that the answer? No man i've been into that stuff before and i could of died. I don't want to die now that i have this...love. I want to live to feel Travis, and to tell him, one day, that i love him.
For now i think i'll keep it under wraps and get to know him, before i actully feel full love for him. Lets face it, i don't know that much about him. How could you love someone if you don't know them? Sure you could love the way they look, how they look at you, how they smell, and their body. Thats not enough for me. I need to know the person i love, loves me back, completely, unconditional, forever. Not just physically, it has to be for good. Not just one day it's "i love you, lets have sex, i'll love you forever if you just do this. I'm just so frestrated." It has to be more like a thing where it happens, but both people feel ready and the love they need to stay together afterwards.
I emerged from the ocean and looked at Travis, he still held my hand and still smiled. I smiled back at him. I pulled him to me and layed back. Wrapping my arms around him, pressing him to me, and smelling his sweet scent. I know it's quick to be snuggleing with him, but he's irrisistable. There's nothing wrong with being close.
I can't believe i'm doing this. Just yesterday i decided that i would just keep him as a friend. Jeeze, am i a liar, or what? Yesterday i didn't feel like this, i've never felt like this. I'm only 15, so it's normal i didn't feel like this before. What to say, think.
"Do you like me?" the sound vibrated through his chest, and ended with a small laugh.
"well," I laughed a little too, "yeah, alot actully." i admitted to him, and immediatly my face burned.
He shifted slightly and he encircled me with his arms, "me to" he rested his head right next to mine. His breath was spurted onto my neck in steady little puffs of warm steam. Could anything this good ever last forever? The Foo Fighters were to right when they wrote everlong.
Zac:
I held onto her, and smelt her and felt her. I was just overflowing, bursting with everything in my environment. Everything new and odd to me, uncharted territory, yet it was like natural instint, a sixth sense. Even though i had no idea what i was doing, i just knew, i was in paradise. Paradise not known to anyone but to me, and to Diggins.
I lay completely still and listen. I could hear her heartbeat, it was quiet and distant. For reason, it struck me odd. Heartbeats are suppose to be strong and powerful. Like her heart was in pain and was about to give up, it was breaking or close to broken. It's my job to mend it and make it strong again.
I have this love for her and i've known her a day and i can't explain it. It's so weird. I feel like a water balloon, i'm being filled with too much water and i'm going to explode if i can't get something out. I'm being oberflowed with feeling and if i don't let some out to her, i'll explode or jump around the room like a happy little school boy. That would be too scary.
I longed to kiss her on her soft lips, i would have but i think we needed more time to get to know each other. After a few minutes i couldn't stand it any longer. I turned my head and pressed my lips on her cheek, leaving them there for a long moment then bringing them away, back to my own space. I felt like giggling like a school girl.
She turned, and looked at me. A strange look, i couldn't explain it if i tried. It was longing, longing in its purest form. I wonder if she felt even more than me, beating me in needing the other. I needed her over everything in the world as we know it. I had fame, i had money, a loving family, all of them needed for survival and in general life. It was more than anyone could hope for, really. In some part of my mind and body, i was always missing something. I knew it was a certain feeling of love from/for a girl. Now that i have it, i have no idea how to show it, to prove it. that only way i can think of now is: (A) kissing her; (B) giving her something nice, i.e. jewlery; (c) hurling (D) yelling she has cooties and running away. Lets see, A is something i could do. I could also do B. C and D are nothing i would do now, one too young and the other too much of a mess. Even though i could see me and Diggins one day when we both know we love each other. It could be great.