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"Drip," "drop," is it raining? "plop." My eyes flutter open to find Luca's face hovering above mine, strands of his wet hair hanging down and dripping water onto my face. "Did you know you were asleep?" He asks. "Yes, it was pleasent until someone decided to wake me with water." I say, glaring at him as he grins at my annoyance, as if he knows I could never truly be angry with him. "Well I couldn't very well let you stay asleep when we see each other so sparingly." I don't even bother answering him and just lift my arm to him so that he can help me up. But instead of helping me sit up, he bends down and lifts my legs before sitting where they used to be and promptly placing them on his lap. I raise my eyebrows at him and ask, "what are you doing?" "Getting comfortable." He says as he leans back. I sigh, too tired to bicker with him. I lay back down but keep my eyes on him.Eventually the power came back on and lamps began to flicker to life. I pulled myself into a sitting position, and reach for the remote siting unused on the coffee table in front of the couch. Before I could grab the remote, Luca noticed what I was doing and plucked it off the table before I could. "Hey! Give that back." "What do you mean give it back? You didn't have it. It was on the table." He says with a scoff. "I was obviously reaching for it." I say as I shift my legs so that they're underneath me and I can get on my knees. "Exactly, and I'm not letting you do what you were going to do." I clamber down the couch until I'm close enough that Luca is straining to keep his hand holding the remote away from me. "And what," I huff. "Is it that I was going to do?" I realize what he's about to do right before it's too late, he's planning on getting up so that he can escape with the remote. I grab his shoulders and shift my full weight onto him. Bracing one of my forearms on his shoulder, I reach with my other arm for the remote which he has dangling above the floor. I rise up on my knees, forcing our bodies to be pressed against each other as I reach. And just as I'm about to grasp the remote, Luca releases it to the floor, and using my moment of surprise to grab my waist and use his body weight and momentum to push me onto my back, where he pins me. I try to move my legs to kick him, but he's using his own legs to constrict my movement. I don't even bother trying to move my arms since he has them pinned above my head. Leaving me effectively trapped. We're both breathing deeply, and I glare at his eyes which are mere inches from mine. "Something bad." He says at last. My brows furrow as I ask, "what?" He grins at me triumphantly and says, "if I had let you get the remote, you would have done something bad." I roll my eyes at him. "This," I say, indicating our situation with my eyes. "Is cheating." He shrugs as much as he can while still keeping me firmly immobile. "It's called strategy." "It's called being a dick." I correct. He laughs, showing pearly white teeth. "Sore loser." I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but something in the way he's looking at me stops me. Our faces are flushed and rosy, and I know that I must look a mess with my hair undoubtedly looking unkempt and tousled, and with the already drying sweat that had beaded on my brow and my back. And yet I can't bring myself to care. I look into his stormy blue eyes, and feel like drowning within their seemingly endless depths. My eyes travel his face, noting a small scar on his left cheekbone that wasn't there before. And when my eyes find their way to his still drying hair, I notice that it's not the same color it used to be, it's deeper and richer than it used to be, with light undertones. "Dally," Luca says in a soft voice, so quite I almost don't hear him. He's looking at me like I'm the only person in the world, the only person in his world. "What would you do... if I kissed you?" I can't speak, my cursed voice has abandoned me so that all I can do is stare up at him. But then something snaps, whatever he would have done, he doesn't. And I'm not sure if it was the look on my face, or if he just realized he had spoken aloud, but he blinks and moves so fast that I don't have a chance to stop him. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." He starts to rush out of the room, and I know this is my last chance. I move as fast as I can and reach out in time to grab his wrist. He stops, startled into stillness at my touch. He looks down at me on the edge of the couch with my arm propped on the arm of the sofa, keeping me stable. I take a deep breath, looking into his eyes as I say. "You didn't let me answer."
CHAPTER 4
Throughout the course of my young life, I have only kissed two people. The second time was on new years when I was sixteen, and the first was when I was thirteen at a boy & girl middle school party. I had never gone to a party with boys before, and I wasn't particularly excited because I found my fellow male classmates immature and gross. And of course, Rachel was ecstatic, she claimed that she was letting the cutest guy there go to third base. I didn't believe a word of it though because Rachel was (at that point in her life) all "big talk." The most she would do was a chaste kiss on the mouth. She had begged me to sneak out and come with her to the party, I said no at first because I had a biology test coming up and I wanted good grades. But she finally convinced me to come by saying that she was more likely to get roofied if she went alone, and although I was skeptical that she would drink the crap that middle schoolers had- I wasn't willing to risk it. So I finnaly agreed. I climbed out my window and carefully walked from the roof to a large tree growing in my front yard, i had to jump from the roof to the largest limb, but I'd done it enough times that It was easy. I descended half the tree and jumped the rest, landing in a crouch, I stand and look at my house one last time to make sure I wasn't being watched before going to meet Rachel. I stopped just outside her front door and watch the time of my phone, waiting for her to come out. I had expected her to come out through the window in the upstairs bathroom since there was a trellis just below it that she could have easily used to get down. But she instead came out through a window on the ground level. It was kinda stupid since she risked waking her family by going down the stairs. I kinda wish she had. When she looks at me, a frown immediately appears of her face. "Is that," She gestures to my outfit. "What you're planning on wearing?" I look down at myself, I'm wearing cutoffs, a baggy t-shirt that I stole from Anthony, a Jean jacket, and doc martens. I had also put on a dark shade of lipgloss, a thin layer of mascara, and eyeshadow that gave me smokey eyes. "What's wrong with my outfit?" I ask defensively. She grimaces and says, "nothing, if you want to be the weird girl at the party." "Rude." I glare at her and examine her outfit. For her part, she's wearing doc martens, a uncomfortably short black skirt and a red tank top. "Won't you be cold?" I ask, indicating her bare arms. It's almost fall, so the air is getting chilly. She turns up her nose and says with a sly gleam in her eye that she'll wear a jacket if I agree to change my shirt. At that point i knew that she wasn't giving up, so I agreed unenthusiastically. "So what am I wearing?" I ask her with a pointed glance at the time. The party had started twenty minutes ago. "I have a black top sitting on my dresser, and a black leather jacket on my bed." I sigh and nod my head. "Fine." I grab hold of the trellis and scale it within a minute, slipping through the small window. I tiptoe to her room and manage to get in undetected. I see the top and strip my jacket and shirt. Where Rachel's top was long and tight, mine is short, very, very short, and loose. It also has a lacy trim. You can see my black bra straps, but since they cross in the back, I don't really care. I pull my jacket back on and grab Rachel's leather one. I opened the door and froze because Luca was standing in the hallway with a glass of water halfway to his lips. All I could think was that I was so getting caught and that I would be grounded forever. But Luca just gave me an evaluating look, taking in my outfit, and silently retreated back into his room.
I didn't linger after that and didn't tell Rachel what happened- although I did tell her that she made me look like a slutty vampire, she just laughed. We just walked to the house where a guy named Jamey was hosting the party. We could walk because his house because it was in our neighborhood. It didn't take long before we arrived at the crowded party. We made our way to the main room, and while Rachel made a beeline straight to a group of boys on the swim team, I found an empty corner and quietly counted the minutes until I could leave. That was my plan anyway, but I kept losing count because of the god-awful music playing. And after an hour of suffering, I'd had enough. I found the phone hooked up to the speakers and said a prayer of thanks that it was unlocked. I went on Spotify to find that someone had it playing the greatest hits of the 2010s. Which consisted of Kanye West, Drake, Justin Bieber and a bunch of other music that I didn't particularly care for. I started a new playlist and added songs that were both popular and catchy. I mostly added songs with beats to dance to, but slipped in a calmer song here or there. Ten minutes later I had a three hour playlist ready, I pressed play and then shuffle. I pressed myself as close to the wall as possible as I slipped away and back to my corner. But before I made it there, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to find a boy with black hair, brown eyes, and sun kissed skin smiling at me. "Hey, I'm Riley." He said, extending his hand, I shook it and smiled. "I'm..." I didn't want to give him my real name. "Emily." I said with a renewed smile. "Nice to meet you Emily, I saw you change the music, and I have to thank you. My brother has awful taste." I laugh despite myself. "I haven't seen you around here, do you go to a different high school?" He asks me. So he thinks I'm a high schooler, guess it's a good thing I didn't give him my real name. I shake my head and say, "I'm fourteen." He looks surprised but nods his head. "I'm fifteen." Technically I lied about my age, but thirteen felt to young, and it's just a year, no big deal. "So why are you here?" He asks. "A friend dragged me here." That was the truth. "Well in that case, would you care to dance?" He offers me his hand, I smile and take it. He pulls me into the throng of people but I don't feel claustrophobic. We danced, and danced, and danced some more. He was only fifteen, but to me he seemed wise and mature and decades beyond me. It was probably only because he didn't find potty humor so amusing, and because he looked more like a man than a baby, but I was smitten. I let him hold my waist as we danced, and I let him take me to the front yard where we watched stars. And then I did something I'd never done before. I kissed a boy. It was quick and innocent, but then he kissed me back. I could tell he knew what he was doing because he effortlessly opened my lips and twined his fingers in my hair. When his tongue slipped in I was so surprised I almost bit down, stopping myself before I hurt him. After a moment I grew used to it and tried to reciprocate, the whole time I was worried that I was a terrible kisser, but he was slow, and I learned. We didn't go any farther, and he didn't try.
I never told Rachel, I just treasured that memory in my heart. It was mine. I never saw him again, which was probably a blessing since I'd lied about both my name and my age. But despite that fact, my heart still broke a little. I always avoided Jamey's house for fear of seeing his older brother Riley, and tarnishing the memory of my magical first kiss.
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@Rowan im actually hooked. plsssss I need chapter 5
@Rowan im actually hooked. plsssss I need chapter 5
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omg! i loved the backstory! cant wait for chapter five!!
DING-A-LING! DING-A-LING!
The sharp ring tone of the timer jolted me from my internal brooding, and insults meant for Anthony. I sigh when my timer for the muffins goes off, because I'd been so immersed in my imaginings of the hurt that my words would cause him should I ever speak them aloud, that I’d momentarily forgotten about the muffins. I stand up in my white dress with a blue floral print and a corset-like laced up back. Right, muffins. I pull the muffin tins from the oven and stick a small tester in the center of one- it comes out clean so I shut off the oven. I close my eyes and breathe in the citrusy aroma of warm berries and melted sugar. A few are slightly browned on the top; I must've left them in for a bit too long. I lift them from the tins, and place the twelve large muffins on a rack to cool while I scan the kitchen for the wicker basket that I use for picnics. I spot it sitting atop the fridge, and silently curse Anthony for being so damn tall. I search for a chair or stool, but when I find none, my gaze is drawn to the counter next to the fridge. I climb onto the counter on my knees and slowly rise to my feet. One hand grips the fridge and my other reaches for the basket, I wrap my fingers around the basket and carefully lower myself to the floor. Stupid Anthony's trying to make me break my neck. I examine the basket, it's mostly clean but has a thin layer of dust on the outside, I wipe it off and then knock it against my leg to get rid of the lingering dust, and watch the particles of dust disperse through the air. I made enough muffins for two, but I refuse to share even a single crumb with my scoundrel of a brother, so instead I pull out my phone to text Luca.
- Hey, have u had breakfast yet?
I sit at the counter staring at my phone for less than a minute before he responds.
Not yet, have u?
- Nope. Has Rachel gone to her gymnastics yet?
Yea, she left 15 mins ago. Can I ask why ur asking these questions?
- Depends.
Depends on what?
- Depends on if you'd care to share some muffins for breakfast.
And if I would?
Then I'll be there in ten.
…
See u in ten.
I grab my hiking boots from the hallway and slip them on, then I pack up the now cooled muffins in the basket, using two cloths for layering. I grab a Jean jacket as I head out the door and slip it on as I walk with the basket swinging in my hand, and my knee length dress swishing with each step. When I woke up this morning I had expected to find my parents home from their trip to Florida, but when I didn't find them anywhere, I checked my voicemails and found that they left me one explaining that their flight had been delayed yet again due to bad weather. They don't know when they'll be back.
I cross the street that leads to his house and turn the knob without even knocking. The lights are off and I don't hear the familiar humming sound of the fridge, they must've lost power too. I walk through their house and drop the basket off in the kitchen before going off to find Luca where I know he'll be- in the basement. My feet carry me back to the staircase that leads upstairs and I stop at the small door built into the side. Grabbing the knob with both hands wrapped tightly around it I give it one hard tug, releasing the handle as the door swings open. I duck my head and slip inside, slowly descending the stairs one step at a time. Before I even reach the floor, I hear the laboured breathing of someone breaking a sweat. I hop off the last step and spot Luca holding a plank on the mat that is spread across the smooth concrete surface of the floor. He's dressed in gray yoga pants and worn, gray sneakers. I can see the sweat beading on his skin and the muscles straining in his back because he decided to abstain from wearing a shirt. "Luca?" I ask, trying to get his attention. When he didn't respond, I at first I thought he was ignoring me, until I noticed the Bluetooth earbuds he had on. He doesn't know I'm here since his eyes are leveled at the ground and his ears are currently useless. My eyes snag on his phone sitting on the wood bench against the wall, and I stride over to it. Plopping down on the bench I pick up his phone and press stop on his Spotify playlist. He immediately looks up and breaks into a grin. Standing up in one smooth motion. "Has it been ten minutes already?" He says while removing his earbuds. "I thought I had more time." "Actually," I begin. "It's been fifteen, but who's counting?" I say with a shrug. "Well obviously you." He laughs. I get up from the bench and race up the stairs. I hear his heavy footsteps on the stairs behind me and have the strangest urge to turn around and say "tag, you're it!" Before running away. But I don't, because that would be childish. "You have a date or something?" He questions. "What!?" I ask in shock, craning my neck to look at him in the semi darkness. "Your dress." He clarifies with a nod. "Oh...no. I'm just meeting up with an old friend later." I duck out of the doorway and slip into the kitchen, jumping when the door makes a loud latching sound as Luca shuts it. "I thought Rachel is your oldest friend." He says, clearly asking a question without asking a question. "She was." I state plainly. "Well do I know this 'old' friend of yours?" He asks, glossing over the fact that I just said his sister wasn't my friend anymore. "Yeah, you met a couple times. I don't think you liked him though." I reach up and grab two plates from the cabinet, catching the look of recognition on his face when I turn to place them next to the muffins on the island in the middle of the kitchen. "Ren?" He asks with a look of mock horror pasted over his face. I roll my eyes and laugh. "Yes, Ren." "But I thought he moved away." "He did." "So then why is he back?" He asks with his eyebrows raised. "Obviously because he moved back." Luca reaches over and tries to grab a muffin, but I swat his hand away with the butter knife I just pulled out. "You know," I start. "I've never understood why you hate him so much." "Really?" He asks with a look that plainly suggests he believes me to be naive. I turn away from him and start to remove the muffins from the basket, placing them on the plate. Two blueberry, two cinnamon. I freeze when his chest presses against my back as he leans over my shoulder to look at the muffins. My brain momentarily fails me, filling my thoughts with very bad things. Then I snap out of it and drive my elbow back until it connects with my ridiculously toned stomach. I hit him hard enough to ward him off, but not hard enough to actually hurt. "Back off Mr sweaty, i won't have you contaminating my muffins with your nastiness." He winces but raises his hands in surrender. "You should've done some kind of martial arts. You pack one hell of a punch." "That wasn't a punch." I point out. He waves my comment away, saying, "you know what I meant." I pass him one of the plates of freshly buttered muffins and we take them to the large sitting area with a Tv and a comfortable couch. I plop down on a cushion and enjoy my hard earned muffins, taking special care to savor the cinnamon ones. And also possibly letting some of the cinnamon fall from the muffin and onto the couch. "Don't you have work today?" I ask him. "Usually I do, but the owner of the cafe had a family emergency so everyone gets a paid off day." "Then why were you up at six in the morning?" "Because my internal clock decided to wake me up despite my wishes, and the power outage didn't help." He sighs. We ate the rest of our muffins in a comfortable silence until he got up to take a shower. "You can stay if you want, Rachel won't be back until late in the afternoon." "K, thanks." He nods and disappears down a hallway. I sit there for a while doing nothing because I forgot to bring a book, and I refuse to look at my phone for fear of finding a message from people that I don't particularly want to talk to. I unlace my boots, placing them next to the ground on the couch. When I straighten back up, I catch a glimpse of myself in the TV's reflection. My hair is piled in a bun atop my head, with strands hanging down and framing my face in a way that I like. My cheeks are slightly flushed, making my skin that's been paler than usual look a little less lifeless. I stretch and lie down on the couch, intending to just rest my eyes while I wait for Luca.