"Cheyenne honey, wake up." Van said as he lightly shook his wife awake. She opened her eyes reluctantly to look at her smiling husband.
"What time is it?" she asked as she rubbed her eyes.
"8:30, didn't you say you wanted to be up before 9 to get ready?" she let out a heavy sigh as she nodded.
"I'm just so tired." Van let out a light laugh as he stood from the bed.
"That's what you get for staying up all night reading." her head shot up at his words, tucking the book deeper under her pillow.
"I thought you were asleep." he just gave her an odd look at her sudden outburst. "I mean, I don't like keeping you up all night like that."
"You didn't, I just woke up and saw you reading. I was too tired to say anything though, I just passed back out." Cheyenne smiled at her husband. She loved how even at his serious moments he could still be so corky.
"Well then good." she said as she also stood from the bed reluctantly. She slid into her robe, tying it swiftly. While Van had his back to her, she slipped the book in her robe, hiding it slyly.
"So what were you reading that was so good you couldn't put it down?" Cheyenne froze at her husband's question. How could she answer him without lying? She shoved the book deeper into her robe.
"Umm, just one of moms old books." she said shrugging.
"If it's that good can I read it? Your mom always read the best books." Cheyenne's eyes went wide as she just looked at Van. "Cheyenne?"
"It not a book you'd like." she said turning and walking into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her quickly. She let out a sigh as she leaned against the door. "These books are all mine." she whispered with a little smile. She flipped open a few pages to where she left off the night before as she sat on the floor.
The last few pages were all about getting ready for prom and all of the emotional things her mother went through in those days.
So, last night was prom…
Things didn't go as I had planned in the least. I'm not sure I even want to write down how the night turned out. Would it be lying if I lied in my journal about last night? I mean, it's only for my eyes right? Well shoot, I'll probably remember if I lie… so no lie I guess.
Lori Anne did my hair and make-up excitedly as I sat with my mind reeling.
"Are you even listening to me?" Lori Anne said as she nudged me, annoyed.
"What?" I said as I shook my head, trying to focus in on her words.
"I asked if you were excited." She was frustrated as she glared at me with her hands on her hips. I shrugged, with a hint of a smile on my lips.
"I am." She raised an eyebrow. "I swear I am!" I defended. She rolled her eyes.
"You don't seem like it. What happened? Two days ago you were jumping around squealing you were so excited, what's with the sudden change?" I let out a sigh, I hadn't told her about what happened between me and Terry yet. I looked down at my hands and played with the hem of my shirt as I thought of a response. "You're hiding something from me." She said poking me hard in the shoulder so I'd look at her.
"I'm not hiding anything, I just haven't had time to talk to you yet." I said shrugging a little to cover up my lie. She narrowed her eyes at me.
"We have time; start talking." I let out a heavy sigh, realizing I had no choice but to tell my bestfriend.
"Well, remember the other night I went over for my date with Terry?" she kept her steady glare on me, meaning yes. "Well, that night we were talking and… Yeah." I said shrugging. She raised an eyebrow at me.
"That's not all of it, start talking."
Well here's the part where I switch from one story to another. I didn't write about this the other day because it wasn't something I wanted to write down, but now I have too to explain my current story.
So here it is…
"You look beautiful." Terry said as he kissed my cheek before ushering me through the front door. I walked in and saw Terry's older brother Mike standing in the living room, playing with his record player.
"Hi Mike." I said with a little wave. I kind of have a little crush on Mike, but I'd never go out with him. He's like 7 years older than me! But he has the prettiest deep brown eyes I've ever seen. It's like a melted chocolate bar. I could stare at him all day.
"Hey Little Red." He said looking over at me with a little smile. I blushed at his nickname for me as Terry wrapped his arms around me.
"Quit flirting with my girl Mike." Terry teased. Mike rolled his eyes as he focused his attention back on his record player.
"You caught me Terry, better keep an eye on your girl or else I'll snatch her from you." He turned and winked at me, causing my cheeks to grow redder. He laughed as he shook his head, noticing my cheeks.
"This one's all mine." Terry said as he kissed my neck from behind me. I could feel him smiling against my neck as he pulled me closer to him. He kept kissing my neck, making me smile as I moved my head to give him better access. I closed my eyes and forgot where we were.
"Whoa now, you two can't just do that in the living room like that. I live here too." Mike said looking at us with an uncomfortable glare. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment as I pulled away from Terry. "Go to your room Terry, come on." He shook his head and walked towards the front door.
"I thought we decided to get this place so we could do stuff like this in the living room. You sound like dad." Terry said with a laugh. Mike picked up his keys and grabbed the door knob.
"I don't do that in front of you; at least have the decency to do the same for me." He said in a more serious voice. "I'm only going to be gone for twenty minutes to get a part to fix my record player. Please don't be naked on my couch when I get back." He said giving Terry a playful glare before leaving. Terry laughed before turning his focus back to me.
"I guess we have twenty minutes to do whatever we want on the couch." Terry said with a sly smile as he slid his arms around my waist, pulling my pelvis towards him. I smiled a little as I put my arms around his neck, a little too comfortable for my liking.
"And what did you have in mind?" he laughed a little as he leaned down and started kissing my neck again, pressing our bodies a little closer together. I smiled as I let myself enjoy the feeling.
"You." He kissed just below my ear. "You're what I have in mind." He whispered, sending a shiver down my spine. He pulled back enough to look at me. "I love you."
"I love you too." We both smiled a little before we brought our lips together. We wasted no time at all getting the kiss very involved. He stepped closer to me as he pressed his hand on my back, breaking any trace of space there was between us. As he stepped closer, I ran out of somewhere to step and felt myself being pressed against a wall. He broke our lips apart, wasting no time in going back to kiss my neck as his hands roamed. I felt my heart pounding uncontrollably as I tried to keep my breathing steady. This is the farthest Terry and I have gone like this.
"Let's get out of here before Mike gets back." He said in a rush. I nodded, unable to form any words. I expected everything would end there, so I was quite surprised when Terry's hands found the back of my thighs and lifted me to rest between the wall and Terry's body. I let out a gasp as my feet left the ground. He laughed before carrying me down the hall.
"I thought we were going dancing." I said in an uneven voice as I tried not to focus on the position we were in. He had my legs wrapped around his torso, with my lower region pressing against his, along with my chest and his.
"We can later." He said pushing a door open with his foot. He didn't bother to reach for the light switch as he laid me on his bed, with him right on top of me. The only thing that lit the room was a little bit of moonlight coming through his window.
My heart was pounding like crazy as he started kissing all down my neck and chest. I still had my legs wrapped around him and despite my better judgment; I didn't want to move them.
I felt my breath hitch as one by one, my shirt was unbuttoned. It wasn't long before it hung open before Terry. He pulled back to look at me with a million different emotions.
"What's wrong?" I asked feeling myself panic some. Was there something wrong with me? What did I do?
"Nothing, you're just perfect." I felt the corner of my mouth turn up before he brought his lips down onto mine.
About ten minutes later, I was laying underneath Terry in only my bra and panties. Terry was only in his boxers. We were kissing and touching each other in ways we had never before. I had never been touched the way Terry was touching me. I loved it.
"Hey Terry, you in here?" suddenly the light to Terry's room flicked on and a guy appeared in the doorway. I gasped as I grabbed the nearest thing, which was Terry's shirt, to cover myself. Terry jumped up in angry shock and slipped into his pants.
"What the hell are you doing Brock?" he snapped as he stood in front of me. I curled up in a little ball under Terry's shirt, wishing I could just disappear. I felt so embarrassed.
"I think the real question is; what are YOU doing?" Brock said in teasing matter. Terry scoffed, reaching for his shirt without looking. He pulled it off of me without realizing it, causing me to let out a little scream. Brock laughed at me.
"Nice underwear." He teased.
"Terry!" I yelled angrily as I hid under his blankets. I could hear Brock laughing as Terry yelled very angry things before the door slammed.
"I'm sorry Reba." Terry said sitting on the bed beside me. I flung the blankets off my face, glaring at him angrily.
"Get out of here!" I snapped. He looked startled.
"What do you mean?" I pushed him away from me, holding tight to the blankets on top of me.
"GET OUT!" I sat up and shoved him away from me so hard he fell off the bed.
"Reba, calm down. This is my room honey." He said trying to calm me down. My cheeks were on fire as my temper hit the roof to cover up my extreme embarrassment. I just wanted to curl up and cry.
"Just get out!" I screamed. He stood up slowly and walked towards the door. I closed my eyes as soon as he stood and didn't open them until I heard the door close.
After a minute, I got up and put the rest of my clothing back on. I sat on the edge of Terry's bed thinking over what I almost just did. I was so ashamed of myself. What about waiting till marriage? I completely almost gave myself away without a single look back. I felt my eyes well up with tears before there was a soft nock on the door.
"Reba, can I come in?" Terry said softly through the door. I let out a sigh as I closed my eyes, fighting away my tears.
"Yeah." I said in a neutral voice. The door opened slowly before Terry stepped into the room. He came over and sat on the bed beside me.
"You alright?" he said softly. I nodded.
"I'm fine."
"I'm sorry that happened Reba, I really didn't know that of all things would happen today." I looked over at him.
"Are you talking about him walking in on us, or us almost sleeping together?" I should've been angry with him, but I was only angry with myself.
"I was talking about him. But what're you thinking about, both?" he asked with soft eyes. I let out a sigh.
"Yes." I mumbled, embarrassed that I feel this way.
"Too much too soon." He said looking down at his hands. I didn't say a word; I didn't know what I was supposed to say. "Reba, baby I didn't mean for things to happen the way they did." He said reaching over for my hand. "I love you. I don't want you to feel like anything we do is a mistake."
"How can I feel like it is or isn't when it happens like it did Terry?" I asked.
"I don't know."
And because I was too scared to talk about it, that's where the conversation with Terry ended. Which is what led to the horrible conversation with Lori Anne which I don't even want to write down. So I'm going to skip it.
So here it is, this is AFTER the encounter with Lori Anne. This is right before Terry and Brock come to pick us up.
"Stop fidgeting." Lori Anne said as she nudged me.
"Sorry." I said sitting back in my chair with a sigh.
"Don't worry about it, I'll watch and make sure you two don't get carried away." She said trying to comfort me. I rolled my eyes.
"You'll be with Brock; I really don't need him breaking up another 'encounter' thank you very much." She rolled her eyes. But before she could say anything, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it." Alice said as she walked into the living room. She opened the door excitedly and Terry and Brock walked in.
"Wow, you look beautiful baby." Terry said walking over to me. He kissed my cheek as I blushed.
"Thank you." he held both my hands and stepped backwards, getting the full view of me in my dress.
"I love this dress; it looks so much like you. Like it was made for you." he said with a little smile. I felt a smile spread across my face as my confidence boosted.
"You seriously like that booger green dress?" Lori Anne said with a disgusted look on her face. She hated that I chose the simple, boring green dress. She wanted me to get the little, little, very little purple dress.
"It's not booger green Lori Anne, it's 'Forest Green'." I said annoyed. She rolled her eyes as Brock laughed.
"Forest green, booger green, either way I love it." Terry said as he pulled me to him, stealing a kiss in the process.
"Knock it off Terry, that's my little sister." Alice said nudging him. He laughed.
"Yeah really, no one wants to see that." Lori Anne said with an edge. Both Brock and I caught onto her tone, but Terry was oblivious.
"Alright, time for pictures." Alice said as she pulled us all together. Terry was on the far left with his arm around me, then Brock and Lori Anne beside us. We did a million pictures before we finally made it out the door.
When we finally got into the little car, it ended up with me and Terry in the front seat, Brock and Lori Anne in the back. Terry reached over and grabbed my hand. I looked down at our hands and felt my stomach fill with butterflies.
"I love you." he said looking over at me. "Tonight's our night." He said kissing the back of my hand. I gulped hard, trying to keep my composure.
"Don't forget about me!" Lori Anne said as she leaned between our seats, breaking apart our hands. "I'm a big part of this night too. Bestfriend at prom, that's me." She said a little over the top as she threw an arm around my seat.
"Uh, yeah. I guess so." Terry said a little confused. I covered my face with one hand at her craziness.
"Am I missing something?" Brock asked in a know it all tone. He knew very well what was going on.
"Nope, nothing at all." I said shooting a look into the backseat. He just laughed.
"Cheyenne!" At the sound of her name being yelled through the door she jumped, throwing the little journal into the air.
"Yes?" she replied, trying her best to sound normal.
"Are you done in there? Your dad's here, he's been waiting for ten minutes." Van said a little irritated. "Can I come in?"
"No." she said suddenly. "I'll be out in a second, just finishing up." She lied as she stood and started to get ready in a hurry. She heard her husband grunt through the door.
"So you mean you're going to take forever still." Cheyenne rolled her eyes at her husband.
"I'll be out in a minute Van!"
"Fine! But I have to pee, so please hurry?" Cheyenne let out a little laugh.
"Five minutes."
"I'm going to hold you too that dear."
"Looking forward to it sweetheart." She said sarcastically. As soon as Van was gone, she stood there looking at the little journal she threw across the floor longingly.
"No, I can't right now." She mumbled to herself, shaking her head slightly. "Save it for later." But even with her 'convincing' words, she couldn't wait to read how her mother's night at prom went.
Does this mean dad wasn't mom's first? Do I even really want to find out what happens? I mean, what if she gets gross? She thought as she stared at the journal. She shook her head.
"I'll deal with it later."