Vanessa's Point of View:
When I woke up I was alone in my bed and house. My mom left a note on the fridge that she had to go in for a meeting. That's how it usually is. She works and works and works. If I got a tattoo on my face, she wouldn't notice. She loves me… And her work. I guess it was because when dad left we had nothing. Mom left me at home to take care of myself since we couldn't afford daycare when she went to work on her jobs to put food in our mouth and a roof over our heads. I took a shower and texted Jason asking him when he could come over to work on the project.
"I'll be there in a bit." He texted back.
I didn't know how long "a bit" would be but I'm guessing at least 15 minutes. I got myself some breakfast which was just milk and cereal. Watched Spongebob waiting for the time to pass. Finally I heard the door bell ring.
"Hey!" I smiled big when I opened the door.
"Package for Miss. Tracy?"
"Thanks." My smile faded as I took the box in and left it for my mom when she gets home.
If it wasn't obviously enough that Tracy is my mom, Tracy is my mother's name. Sean is my dad's name. I set the box on the kitchen counter and returned to my spot on the sofa watching TV. My door bell rang the second time that morning.
"Hello."
"Hi darling, I'm here to welcome you to the neighborhood. I live across the street if you ever need anything. I baked these cookies for you and your family this morning." An elderly woman handed me a plastic container of cookies.
"Thank you very much. I will return the container to you as soon as possible."
"Your welcome. Please to meet you."
"My name's Vanessa. Nice to meet you." I held out my hand for her to shake.
"Excuse me." Someone interrupted.
"Oh! I'm sorry. I'll leave you to your boyfriend now." She excused herself and went back to her house.
"Hey, Jason. That was fast."
"I don't live that far…"
"Well it's at least a 10 minute walk."
"Ever thought that I took my car?" He asked dangling his car keys in front of my face.
"Just come inside." I moved aside for him.
"What? Not gonna kick me out like you did last night again?"
"When'd you leave? I woke up and you weren't there."
"You said to be gone by the time you woke up."
"Well I didn't mean- Alright. Nevermind."
"So you wanted me to stay longer?" He smirked at me.
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't not say that." He smirked.
"Can we just focus on our school work please?"
"Fine. School now. Flirt later." That commented seemed more to himself so I didn't say anything.
I motioned for him to follow me upstairs to my room. This is the first time he's actually walked around my house. He snuck in my room through my window last night. The day before I had to drag him in since he was unconscious.
"Nice house." Jason commented.
"Thank you. There's not much to it. My mom hasn't unpacked a lot of stuff yet."
"I could help you once we're done if you'd like." He offered.
"If it's not too much work. And only if we'll get done unless you start acting goofy again."
"Flirting is goofy? You goody two shoes."
"Four shoes, actually." I joked.
I turned to see him look at me as if I was serious with my last remark.
"I'm just kidding!" I assured him.
"Good. I like my girls naughty, if you know what I mean." He winked at me and licked the front of his teeth before going into my room before me.
"I'm not your girl, Jason." I said while getting my science text book from my bag.
I felt his chin on my shoulder with his arms tightly around my waist holding me to him. My back pressed against his chest.
"Well, want to be my girl then?"
I didn't know what to reply with. My heart was pounding against my ribcage. Jason just asked me to be his girlfriend?
"Hmm? I treat my possessions with care." He moved my hair behind my ear while kissing my earlobe lightly.
Possessions. Is that all I'll ever be to him? I had to say no even though the butterflies in my stomach won't stop.
"You said we'd work on our project."
"Fine. Let's work then."
I sat down on my bed and Jason followed my action. Opened to the right page. We talked about the project. Since we picked the baby picture assignment, we needed to take a picture of ourself, then Photoshop it to what we think our baby would look like and roll a dice or flip a coin for the gender of the baby. Things like that. I just took a picture of myself and Jason with my webcam quickly. Jason did all the photoshop work since I cannot work that thing to save my life. There was one were Jason had his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer and we both smiled big. I plan on setting that picture as my screensaver later once he leaves.
"Aw, our baby looks cute!" I said as the picture turned out.
"Yeah. Let's name him."
"What do you have in mind?"
"Alex."
"Alex? Sure, but why that name?"
"It's my brother's name."
"I didn't know you had a brother. How old is he?"
"In his early 20s."
"I've never seen him. Even when I was at your house. Does he go to college or something?"
"Sure. You can say that."
"University then?"
"Whatever you wanna think." He smiled at me.
"Where is he?"
"School."
"No, seriously. Where's your brother? I've never seen your parents either."
"You've only been over once."
"Yeah but to like 10 at night. I should have seen them around the house."
"I've never seen your mom. Shouldn't she be home?"
"She's at work."
"She works on weekends?"
"Yeah. Money's an important thing to us. Or at least to her."
"Ah, I understand. Let's print this picture out."
"Alright." I connected my laptop to my printer and printed our baby out.
Our baby Alex has brown eyes and golden brown hair like Jason. He has my nose, Jason's eyes and mouth. He's the cutest baby I've ever seen.
"Alright, now we have to work on the paper to go with it."
"Get workin, woman."
"You have to help too!"
"I did all the work on the photo."
"You photoshopped it."
"Still, you didn't do it, did you?"
"Can you at least help me then please?"
"Make me a sandwich first."
"You're kidding me right?"
"Mayo, no pickles. Get me something to drink with it too."
"Make your own damn sandwich!"
"I'll start on the paper while your making me lunch."
"Deal." I rushed out of the room to make his sandwich.
I had everything he wanted in there, no pickle and grabbed a can of coke from the fridge and headed back into my room.
"How far have you gotten?" I asked setting the sandwich on the table beside him.
"Well, I was planning to start, then I got a text. I had to reply to it. But she texted back before I could even put it away."
"She? Who?" My eyes narrowed at him.
"Someone. None of your concern."
"Whatever. Just get to work."
"I eat, you type."
"Ugh! You haven't even started yet!"
"We gotta split the work evenly. I did the photo, you do the written part." He said the took a bite out of the sandwich.
"Whatever. Just eat your damn sandwich." I started to type.
"You're not eating?"
"No." I focused on the screen of my computer.
"Take a bite." He said with the sandwich at my lips.
"No, just eat. I'll work on this."
"It can wait. You have to eat. I like meat on my girls."
"No thanks. I'm not hungry." I moved my head away.
"You make a good sandwich. Eat some." He moved it closer to me again."
"Fine." I took a bite so he would leave me alone.
"Good girl."
"Once your done, can you help me please?"
"Only if you'll help me finish this sandwich."
"Kay. Ahh." I opened my mouth to take another bite.
"Take the last bite." Jason held it at my lips.
"It's your sandwich. You eat it."
"No."
"ugh. I'm not arguing with you again. Give it."
"Nu uh. I'm feeding you."
I glanced up at his eyes to see that he was serious. I opened my mouth and he put the last bite in. I chewed then swallowed.
"Now take some coke."
"I don't like coke."
"Then why do you have it?"
"My mom likes it."
"Fine. What do you like? I'll go find it."
"Just give me the damn coke." I took it from his hands and took a sip.
"Now. Let me read over what you have so far."
"It isn't good." I said pushing the laptop to him anyways.
I have always been conscious about when people read my stuff. I just believe that my way of thinking is different then everyone elses.
"It's good. You want me to finish it?"
"You sure it won't be "splitting the work" anymore?" I mocked him.
"Want me to or not?" He gave me an annoyed look.
"Yes please." I put the laptop on his lap as he started typing.
"I thought so."
"Thanks! I love you!"
Oops! THAT SLIPPED OUT!
"Love me, huh." Again, more to himself than me.
"I didn't mean it like that."
"I'm sure you did. Girls only say it when they mean it or to their girlfriends. Do I look like a girl?"
"Weeeelll,-"
"Don't even go there."
"Oh yeah? Prove it."
"Fine."
Jason stood up and lifted his shirt to reveal his belt buckle. His hands worked on that. I got a peek at his 6 pack. Oh my God. Why isn't it surprising to me that he had a 6 pack? I saw Jason starting to pull his jeans down. It revealed more of his boxers. All guys seems to low ride. If Jason didn't wear long shirts like he did, you'd be able to see his ass when he bends down! I'm sure all of the sluts in our school would love that.
"Whoa! Calm your dick. I got your point. I was just kidding." He stopped before he could show all of his boxers.
Mainly, his "junk" was still covered by his pants. Thank God for that.
"Yeah. Keep your mouth shut next time." He buckled his belt back on and sat down.
