Jade:
Love is fake. But watching Cat and Robbie interact from Mr. Creamy's window looked so loving, so real. I had to leave, had to get away. I had to tell myself that love isn't real, that emotions are all controlled by the brain, something intangible, unattainable.
Beck takes me back to his trailer again. The outside is deep silver, a decent color. The inside is too orange-y for my liking, but I like the idea of his RV nonetheless. It's... unique.
In fact, everything about Beck is unique. The long hair that isn't greasy or full of product. The modern twist that he puts on his 50's-esque style that he wears so well. His carefree personality. His refusal to have sex with me. His morals and attitude in general. It's like he actually believes in love.
He holds the door of her trailer open and I troll in, admiring the way that it smells. Like tropical fruit. It's probably an air freshener, which I usually hate, but only because of the corny smells and the conformist idea of having "lilac lullaby" release its flowery, foul oder into a two-bedroom, cookie-cutter house. Beck's RV is so different from that...
I press my lips to Beck's, not because I'm horny but because I like the way he tastes. He kisses me back, but pulls away after a few minutes.
"What's your problem?" I demand.
"I want to hear a story first."
I laugh. "What is it with you and your obsession with my life?"
"You intrigue me."
"Don't flatter me."
"Come on. Just one story. Or more."
"I don't tell randoms my story. In fact, I don't tell anyone."
"I'd say at this point I'm hardly a random." I roll my eyes at him, and he sighs. "I'm sure Cat knows."
"That's different. Cat's my best friend."
"And what am I?"
I shrug, smiling playfully. "I don't know. The new kid who kind of stalks me?"
"Ouch," he grins. "If my ego wasn't so big, that would've actually hurt."
"Cute," I say sarcastically.
"Just one story would suffice."
"How about none?"
"We could play twenty questions... but about you."
"No."
"Hmm… we could..."
I interrupt him by kissing him, but he again pulls away.
"After you tell me a story."
"This is ridiculous."
"Anything. How you met Cat?"
"Cliché," I sigh, rolling back on his bed. "First day of kindergarten. Since you're so interested, at least hear a good story."
"Why you hate Tori?"
"Why? Are you obsessed with her too? She's a little, bitching prude."
"Okay, no Tori. How about..." He stops dead-sentence, a smile curling up around his lips.
"What?" I hiss. "Spit it out."
"Your first time."
"No."
"Why not?"
"It's too... personal."
"First kiss?"
I sigh. "Fine."
"Wait, really?"
"Yeah. Why not?" I shrug. It's not like he'd give it up any time soon, and it isn't a bad story, exactly.
He sits down next to me and wraps his arms around my body, pulling me up. "You're free to start now."
I sigh, and take a deep breathe. "It was sixth grade. No, actually, it was the summer before fifth grade. Cat and I were invited to this stupid 'initiation to the new school' type party, the first actual party for us fifth graders. We were all really excited, and everyone's instant messaging status was about it. It was a big deal for us. We ended up playing Spin the Bottle. So this kid named Kyle spun me, right? It was before I was... me... and I was just a normal, prissy little ten year old, and it was the first round of the game, so no one had kissed yet. He nervously walked over and kind of just stood there looking at me. Finally, I pressed my lips onto his and well, I guess that's my first kiss. It lasted about six seconds and he tasted like potato chips and it was actually kind of miserable. But I don't know if that's a real kiss..."
Beck didn't respond; he stood there as though he was absorbing the information. I watch him intently, my stomach turning, as if I had feelings for him. I push the thought from my mind. Jade West does not have feelings. Jade West does not fall in love. No matter how handsome... No. Jade West does not believe in love.
He doesn't say anything, and finally I yell out, "What? Do you think I'm pathetic or something?"
"No," he shakes his head. "I think it's adorable. I am just trying to imagine you as a normal little girl."
"You're a dick," I laugh, shoving him. He grabs my face and kisses me again, this time long and passionately. I kiss back, but pull away.
"What?" he asks.
"Nothing," I respond honestly. I don't really know why I pulled away. He was sweet and tasted good and made my stomach jitter. Stop it, Jade. You're disgusting yourself.
"Then what?"
My next response takes me by surprise, though it shouldn't. I feel different around Beck. Weird different. Good different. "I'm just kind of happy you don't taste like potato chips."
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