Radio Rebel: The Changing Summer Weather

Chapter 1: Juicy Conversations

I do not own any of these characters.

It was a summer morning and I started to awake to the sound of birds chirping outside of my window as the light started beaming in through the curtains I just put up. I laid in my bed and felt this feeling of comfort as his arms were wrapped tightly around me as he slept. I buried my head more into his chest and looked up at him slightly. His facial features were so distracting to me. I was in love with every detail that he contained. We were together for a few months now and I was as happy as I could ever been.

High school seemed like a memory that was easy to slip by when we were together. It was just a part of our lives that seemed to vanish. The only memory that really mattered was MORP. It was the time we got together. When that happened, things started to feel more right. I no longer had to hide myself from my classmates and I let the shyness escape. I also got the guy who made my heart beat rapidly. It was such an unreal feeling, but when I opened my eyes this morning and saw him, I was reminded of the truth.

I placed one of my hands on his chest, which was covered by his blue t-shirt. I loved the feeling of his heartbeat under it. The fact that I was in it still boggled my mind. I was totally in love. It was something I never experienced before and it was even better than I imagined. I lifted my other hand and ran it gently through his curly hair. I then heard him mumble "mhm" and I knew he was starting to wake up.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," I said gently and kept stroking his hair back. His eyes slowly started to flutter open and I couldn't leave my eyes from him. I then leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to those lips of his. They were soft and welcoming as he responded. I was just addicted to all of him. He then pulled away a bit and brushed our lips together and I closed my eyes softly as I got this chill sent down my spine.

"It's the best type of morning, Sweet T," he mumbled into it and pecked my lips again. The slightest touch made my body just ignite. He pressed our heads together and I kept my eyes closed and took in a deep breath of relaxation. My hand ran up his chest as I went by his muscles and placed it on his cheek. We just laid there in comfort as he refused to let go of me. Being in his arms made me melt so easily. I had a place to belong there.

The thing I loved about Gavin is that he knew how to take it slow with me. He knew that this was my first relationship and never made me feel pressured to do anything. He made sure I never felt nervous and uncomfortable. The biggest thing with him is that he wanted me to feel wanted and it worked. He cared for me as a person, which meant a lot. I remember always overhearing at school how guys would just use a girl for other "activities", but Gavin wasn't like that. He had this sincerity about him. Gavin and I had a few sleepovers together, but it was nothing more than cuddling at night. We both were at the same pace and wanted our relationship to blossom. We wanted to go slow like we did the entire time. We didn't want to rush it and risk screwing something up.

Last night, he came over and we stayed up late laughing and talking as music played from the computer. We laid in bed together and snuggled under the covers as we discussed music, talked about our stories, and our desires. It was just so relaxed when we were together. We just never felt forced to say something or do something when we were together.

"Can we just stay here all day?" He said as he started to place gentle kisses on my cheeks. I giggled and couldn't stop. The smile on my face was so wide my cheeks began to feel numb.

"That's very tempting…" I managed to get out of my throat through delightful giggles. Life seemed perfect. An aroma of foods started drifting all the way up to my room as it slid under the crack of the door. "I'm gonna go see what's going on downstairs. I'll bring up some food, alright?" Gavin then nodded unwillingly and slowly let go of his grip on me.

"Make it quick, please…" He said softly and pressed his lips once more to my cheek. I got up and ran downstairs to where my mother was standing over the island making breakfast for Rob as he sat in his usual chair at the table reading the newspaper.

"Morning, Mom and Rob," I stated as I went over to the table to grab some orange juice. Rob gave me a nod of acknowledgement and mumbled something that I wasn't able to make out. He was too focused on what he was reading to give me his full attention. He was usually like that in the mornings, anyways. It was just the routine at this point.

"Morning, honey," she stated, but there was something off in her tone. She was avoiding eye contact and the smile she always wore plastered to her face was diminishing. I got this strange feeling from her.

"Everything okay, Mom?" I asked her curiously with some worry in my voice. Seeing her like this became abnormal to me. The only time she was ever this weird was when there was something going on she was afraid to tell me.

"Well, I just got off the phone with your father…" Those words made me tense up a bit. I had a good relationship with my father, but he also could be very judgemental. The last conversation I had with him on the phone was about how he wanted me to do something more important with my life besides working on a radio show. He always wanted me to become a businesswoman or a lawyer, but that was never my thing. We were always opposite that way. That conversation ended up with me hanging the phone up on him. Hopefully, he wasn't calling to criticize my mom on the way she is parenting me because I stood up firm to him. He was always used to getting his way when it came to me, but I have to stop letting people control me.

"Oh….wonderful," I didn't know what to say, so I just took a sip of my juice. I looked down at the clear glass and the liquid moving inside of it. Talking about him was the last thing I wanted to do at the moment.

"He told me that he's planning to come home soon...He's planning to stay in the hotel in the middle of town."

Like that, my heart dropped. Hanging up on the phone was one thing, but ignoring him in real life was going to be harder than I thought. He was coming back home to Seattle to make sure he got his way.

"Great…" I said through my teeth. After everything I've been through, I got this nervousness and anxiety building up within me. He only remembers me as what I was before I left, not what I am now. This summer was going to get out of hand real fast.