Cousin Love

Chapter two:

"Wow! You look fucking sexy bitch" He said enthusiastically. He gazed at my body openly. I was appalled at his language. He was lucky mother was already walking into the house with Aunty Guinevere – Gin – otherwise she would give him a head slap. Im not allowed to use foul language. I use it when my mum isn't around but I still always think twice about it before hand. Jonathan just says it! And why was he looking at me like that. I know I've grown boobs and have wider hips since the last time he saw me but it's still rude to check out your own cousin! .....Wasn't it? I crossed my arms over my chest just in case. When he just chuckled when I did that I put my hands down and picked up my bags to go inside.

"Umm...Thank you" I said. And with that I walked around him and made my way to the door not looking back. Before I could get far with my favorite black high heels I fell over on the terrible green grass. My first instinct was to let go of the bags but that just made it worse! One of my bags zip came undone and all of my clothes fell out – even my thongs! I think I twisted my ankle too.

"Oh, my God! Are you ok? Let me help you." I heard Jonathan say. I sat up and tried to get up but my ankle gave away. It hurt – A lot!

"Oww!" I whined. I was thankful that I had worn my black skinny jeans and black cardigan. If I wore white I would have got it stained with grass. And If I wore my skirt, Jonathan would have had a good peek at my pink thong I was wearing today.

"Let me see that" Jonathan said. Without waiting for an answer he knelt down next to me and examined my ankle. He pulled up my jeans a little so he had a good view and touched my ankle. I flinched and yelped. He looked up at me. "Sorry" He apologized. "We should get you inside. I can bandage it up for you." He said standing up and offering me a hand.

Why was he being so nice? Maybe he has changed. I looked at his hand and wondered if this was a trick. I decided I would need the help to get up anyway. And if he did trick me, mother would have to see what would happen o me if I stayed her and she'll let me stay with Soph.

I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up. When I was up he placed his hand around my waist and I held onto his shoulder.

"What about my clothes?" I asked. I was scared of leaving my thongs out and my Gucci jewelry outside so that the world could see. Anything could happen to them.

"Don't worry bout your precious clothes" He said mocking me "I'll bring them inside after I put you on my bed" He assured me. His bed? Why did I have to be on his bed? Why not on the couch or on my bed? Where will I be sleeping? It sure as hell better not be on his bed – with him!!! I wasn't going to mention any of this and get him mad though. He was being nice and that was all I could ask for at this point. If I got him mad now he would make these two weeks misery for me. But he was being nice and that might actually make them fun...maybe.

He took me in through the front door and I found myself in a meditation room. There were pink, yellow, green, purple and orange pillows and curtains filling up every inch of the room. I also heard the sound of the beach which I found extremely weird because the beach was only down the road. My mum was sitting on a purple pillow with a substance that looked like tea in her hand. Aunty Gin was sitting next to her talking. When they saw me and Jonathan mother was surprised.

"Elizabeth! Don't throw yourself at the boy! Be a woman! And he's your cousin for crying out loud!" She scolded. Oh, my God! Mother thought that I was hitting on Jonathan! I couldn't blame her really. He was actually really hot! And I was pretty comfortable with his arm around my waist. Jonathan just laughed making no objections. He didn't even look embarrassed.

"Im not! I hurt my ankle and Jonathan is helping me walk." I explained going bright red. How could my own mother be so stupid to think I would hit on my cousin? She knows how much I hate him. It doesn't matter how cute he is. It's what's inside that count. And inside of him is a cheeky devil. I know it.

Jonathan and I started moving our way down a red hallway. Every step I took shook my ankle and it would really hurt. I've only had a twisted ankle once before when I was playing volleyball with my friends. It went away after I had ice on it. I wondered what Jonathan was going to do. Maybe he would put glue on a bandage and stick it onto my leg. That would be very painful to take off.

Jonathan started to turn me when we got to a green door. He opened it for me and I saw a double bed with maroon sheets (wasn't neatened), light blue carpet, and a bed side table with a lamp on it. There was absolutely nothing else there!!! What happened to all of his stuff? Jonathan kept moving me to his bed like nothing was wrong. I wondered if he still lived here. He did say this was his room. Maybe it was his old room. Maybe his house is getting renewed and he stayed here the night. I was so confused.

"Where's all your stuff?" I asked not caring if it offended him or not. I mean, Maybe he didn't have any stuff. They might be poor. But then again, if they were poor they wouldn't have had so many pillows in the meditation room. How many people meditate there at once? This was definitely a freak house. Meditation space and a bedroom with only a bed and all these bright colors everywhere. What next: a bathroom without a toilet? I don't think they have a TV either.

"Up in the attic. I'm gonna be sleeping up there now." He said. Thank the lord I have my own room. I can just stay in here for the next 2 weeks. It won't be so bad. With all of my stuff, I would be able to occupy myself quite well. I hope there is a signal here. And internet. I could spend all day on facebook and on the phone with my friends. Sure my bill will go up. But nothing my mother can't pay for me. Being a news reporter leaves us with a lot of money and with my dad being a Lawyer we have loads of money to spare.

"Oh! Ok....Im sorry, I didn't mean to kick you out of your room" I said being the kind hearted girl I am. But there was no way in hell these freaks were going to convince me to sleep in a dirty old attic.

"I was going to move up there anyway so don't sweat it babe" He replied. By now he was laying me on the bed slowly. I put my legs up on the bed in front of me and Jonathan put a pillow under my twisted ankle to elevate it. "I'll be right back" He informed me. He left the room leaving me alone. He was going to get the bandage. I was a bit nervous being in his bedroom. And who new what stupid trick he was going to play next. Before I knew it he was back.

"Ok, I've got the bandage and some ice. We'll put ice on it first for a while and then see how it feels." He instructed. How many times has he done this before? He knelt down beside the bed and slowly undid the straps on my high heels. He did it skillfully and delicately. I could tell that he was trying not to hurt me. He seemed to know what he was doing though so I started to wonder how many times he has taken someone's high heels off. Once it was off he slowly held an ice pack to my ankle. The cold ice touched my leg and it was so cold I flinched.

"That's really cold" I said. It was a stupid comment. Of course it's cold! It's ice!!! Jonathan chuckled and just pressed lightly on the icepack putting more pressure on my ankle. This coldness was taking most of the pain away.

"Does that feel better?" He asked. I was starting to think maybe he has changed and was actually going to be nice to me. He seemed nice and he was taking care of me. Nothing bad ahs happened and he hasn't mentioned the fact that I thought he looked cute. And I know he knows because he wouldn't have winked at me before.

"Yes" I said. It was silent for a while. I knew Jonathan was looking at me so I diverted my eyes to other places in the room. There wasn't much to look at though so I started a conversation instead.

"Why were you going to move into the attic?" I asked. He smiled. He had a nice smile. It was just the right size and had a little bit of teeth but too much. And it wasn't a fake one because it reached his eyes. I knew fake smiles very well. I learnt how to tell the difference when my mum told me there was a difference. It helps most of the time when I meet knew people. If it's fake they want me to change the topic of conversation or want to be somewhere else. When it's real, I'm being a good hostess.

"My mum wants to use this space for a work room for her magazine, so I m moving up to the attic. I've done it up so that it looks ok." I've heard of Aunty Gin's magazine. It gives ideas and new ways to recycle and help wild life and all that shit. I'm never going to read one of them in my life but apparently a lot of people do read it. She makes money on it too but she gives all the money to these charities like Project Compassion and Royal Children's Hospital.

"How did you do the attic up?" I asked determined not to let an awkward silence fall between us. I was curious about that though. How can u change and old attic into a bed room?

"I dusted the place and sold all the junk that was up there. Then I sanded and varnished the floor boards. I painted the walls and put up posters. Then I put in all my things. No biggy." He said. It sounded like a lot of work though.

"And you did all that yourself?" I asked astounded. I would never be able to do all of that. I would probably higher people to do it for me.

"Yeah. Unlike you, Elizabeth, I know how to do things on my own. That means without help." He shot back at me. My parents have treated me like a princess since I was born. I knew that I didn't know how to do things other people knew how to do on their own but I didn't know that it was a big deal. Obviously Jonathan had a problem with it.

"I'm sorry. Most of the reason Im here is to learn how to do things on myself. It's not my fault I don't know how to do anything. I just don't. Maybe you could help me with that...?" I ask. Jonathans face was hard and he didn't answer strait away. I meant everything I said. Well....sort of. I didn't really want to learn but I didn't want him o think I was dumb either. Maybe I could show him how much I do know while he was teaching me. Or I might just make a complete fool of myself. Either way I didn't want him mad at me. Not yet.

"Ok, I didn't mean to say that so rudely" He said. Really? He used to be rude to me all the time. Now he's apologizing for it? Wow! He really has changed. Maybe he will forget the fact that I think he's hot. Maybe this will be fun being with him for 2 whole weeks. Maybe...

"I forgive you." I said.

"So, do you have a nickname or something? I don't want to have to say Elizabeth every single time. It's too long" He asked. My friends call me Liza all the time but my mum hates people calling me anything but Elizabeth. I decide I would trust him. He was being nice to me. I should treat him like a friend and he will treat me like a friend.

"Liza. My friends call me Liza. Just don't call me that in front of my mum. She hates nick names" I explained. He smiled and laughed.

"Ok, Liza. Call me John" He said shaking my hand. It was like we were first meeting each other and I found my self laughing with him. This was definitely going to be fun.