When I woke the next morning, I couldn't help but think about the recurring butterflies in my stomach. I raced down my stairs and looked forward to opening the door for the boy in my basement. At the same time, I couldn't look too desperate. As a reached the bottom of my stairs, I heard my mom moving about in the kitchen. Shit. Caleb better not walk up to the kitchen…
Before I could finish my thoughts, my mom welcomed me to breakfast in the motherly way most parents do. Grabbing a glass of juice, I heard the door creaking besides my mother.
"Uhh…MOM! You're phone's in the guest room upstairs, remember?" Thank goodness, my mother had a bad habit of leaving her Blackberry to buzz in random places in the house. I rushed my mom upstairs and out the door before Caleb had another chance of getting caught. Having someone living in your basement without your mom knowing is a lot harder than it looks.
I told Caleb to help himself to breakfast while I ran upstairs to continue to get ready. For the first time, I was excited to go to school. I was truly happy with where my life was going, aside from the troubles A caused. Even when I was with Sean, I never felt like I feel with Caleb.
I could hear him singing at the bottom of my stairs. The voice didn't seem distant, but as if it were getting closer to me.
Beauty queen of only eighteen, she had some troubles with herself. He was always there to help her; she always belonged to someone else.
Damn. He had a good voice, too? There couldn't be more fitting lyrics either. I stood in front of my mirror, staring into space. Caleb walked into my room and I barely noticed. He snuck up behind my and grabbed me by my waist.
"Hey Princess." And at that moment, I was speechless. I turned red like I've never turned before and he could tell. The smell of his Hot Water cologne lingered on my skin. I turned around to face him and without having any control over myself, I kissed him.
My internal clock had some superb timing. I pulled away just in time to leave the door in a rush. I grabbed Caleb's arm and pulled him to the door. He managed to keep singing, and I managed to keep falling, harder and harder.
I don't mind spending every day out on your corner in the pouring rain. Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay for a while. And she will be loved.
She will be loved.