I'm woken up by the familiar sound of Cher Lloyd belting out "Want U Back" and quickly I reach for my phone. I know that my parents can't hear it, but it seems too loud in the quiet of my room.
As I answer it I check the time display without bothering to check who it is that's calling.
"Hello!?" I answer a bit tersely, wondering who in their right mind would call me at one o'clock in the morning.
"I know it's late and I'm sorry, but I had to hear your voice and I figured if I called any sooner I might risk your parents being around. I hope you aren't too mad at me."
Immediately my anger evaporates, and is replaced by a glowing warmth. I should have known it would be Cavin.
"I'm not mad at all." I say as a ridiculous grin spreads across my face.
"Good!" He says and I can tell he's grinning too.
"I'm sorry I didn't text you back earlier, but I was having a long talk with Mia, and kinda ended up passing out after that."
"Oh what were you two talking about?" He asks.
"Um actually we were talking about you and me, and how we need to be more careful. Sure none of your neighbors would recognize me as your student, but it turns out that my Aunt frequently visits the house across the street from yours, and saw us kissing."
"Oh shit!" He exclaims, and I can tell he's panicking. "What are we going to do?"
"Don't worry. Mia isn't going to say a single word to anyone. In fact when the time comes to tell my parents Mia insists that she be there to support me, and to help calm my dad down."
"Is it really going to be that bad when we tell them?" He asks, and I can tell that he's relaxed, and believes what I've said.
"Well the day that I introduced Alex to my parents was the day that my dad decided to take up an interest in guns, and he made that very clear to Alex."
"So in other words I should come wearing a bullet proof vest?" He asks, and is completely serious.
"It probably wouldn't hurt." I say matching his tone. I don't think my father would try to kill him, but then again he has so many connections he could probably get away with it.
I can hear Cavin swallow loudly over the phone, and I can't help but laugh just a little bit.
"I don't see what is so funny about this Miss Grey." He says.
"You have to at least see some comedic value in this. Usually it's a teenaged boy who is terrified of his teenaged girlfriends father, not another grown man." I say and can't help but laugh again. I guess daddy's just have that effect on their daughter's boyfriends.
He chuckles a bit too, and I can almost feel him relax over the phone.
"I missed you today baby. More than I thought possible." He finally says, after a short silence.
"I missed you too. I have never craved going to school as much as I did today.
"I don't believe a lifetime with you would be enough for me Phoebe." He tells me quietly, making me melt.
"Oh Cavin, I wish you were here with me now."
"Trust me baby so do I! Do you realize I couldn't fall asleep at all because I didn't have you here with me. I crave your presence Phoebe, that's why I had to call you."
"Well you have me on the phone, now what are you going to do." I am joking as I say it, but I can hear his sharp intake of breath.
"Why Miss Grey, are you suggesting that I called you for less than noble purposes?"
"The thought never crossed my mind Mr. Blumm, but now that you've brought it up it's really all I can think about."
"Is it now? Are you aroused Phoebe?" He asks, his voice husky, and oh so hot!
"I'm so far beyond aroused Cavin. I'm dripping with need." I tell him slowly. Making sure he can savor each and every syllable.
"Are you now? Hmm I wish I could taste that. You smelled absolutely heavenly, I'm quite disappointed that I didn't get the chance to sample your nectar."
I moan into the phone as his words jump start my libido, more so than it already was.
"Oh but I would have felt obligated to return the favor." I tell him, and I can feel everything down south tighten as the idea of having Cavin's impressive erection in my mouth. The idea is such a turn on.
"I don't believe I would have any objection to that what-so-ever baby." His voice is deep and sultry.
"Cavin we have to stop. This is just making me want to be with you even more."
"I know baby, I want that too. How bad do you think it would be if I snuck into your house?" He asks, and sounds completely serious.
"Well considering I'm on the second story, and there is no way of getting into my room safely from the ground, I would say it wouldn't be a very good idea at all." As I tell him this, my heart sinks, and I realize part of me really wishes he would just risk it and sneak over. But the more rational part of me realizes how stupid this would be, and if we got caught it would mean big trouble for us.
"Not even if I bring a ladder?" He sounds desperate.
"Cause that wouldn't be conspicuous at all! Just a huge ladder hanging out outside the side of the house leading right into my bedroom window." I laugh at just how ridiculous it sounds, but I wish more than anything that it could happen.
"Maybe you should sneak over to see me?" He suggests quietly, I think he's trying to make it seem like it's not a serious suggestion, but I can tell from the way his voice pitches that he wants me to really do it.
I begin to mull the pros and cons over in my head, because the truth is it may just be worth it to see Cavin.
"Phoebe I was just kidding. You don't really have to sneak over, I can wait a few days to see you."
"It wouldn't be the first time I've snuck out of the house." I tell him quietly, already having made my mind up. "I'll be over in a little while." I say then hang up before he has a chance to talk me out of it.
Now that I have a plan in mind it's just the simple matter of executing it. I jump out of bed and change from my pajamas into some of my new clothes that I bought while out shopping with my Aunts and Mom.
Checking my reflection in my full length mirror I see that I'm a mess. My eyes are puffy, and I have bags underneath them, and my hair is a mess. I grab a hair tie from my bedside table and quickly throw it up into a ponytail. There isn't much I can do about my eyes, besides throw a little concealer on them and brush some mascara onto my lashes. Cavin won't mind anyway, and for that I am grateful.
I run down stairs as quietly as I can, and grab my car keys from the table next to the door. Just before I head out the door I come up with a brilliant idea to keep my parents from worrying and trying to find me if they wake up while I'm gone.
I grab a pen from our catch all drawer, and quickly scribble a note that says Couldn't sleep, so I went out for a drive to clear my head. I will call later if I'm not home by the time you wake up! Love you! Phoebe. That ought to keep them off my back for at least a little while.
I know that if they were to wake up now and find it they would be a little angry that I went out so late, but they will understand if I just told them that I couldn't just lay there and think about what it was that Blondie had that I didn't.
Finally I'm out the door and on my way to Cavin's house. My excitement is a tangible presence in the car, and it's making me drive a little faster that I probably should be, but that just means I'm going to make it to Cavin's house sooner.
As I'm turning onto his street I send him a quick message letting him know that I'm almost there. A few seconds later I see his garage door open, and my phone begins to ring.
"Hello?" I ask, recognizing the number as Cavin's.
"Hey pull into the garage, and wait until the door is shut before you get out of your car. I don't know why I didn't think of this yesterday."
"Alright, see you soon!" I say, ridiculously excited to see him.
"Kay." He sounds as excited as I feel.
I pull into his garage, and turn my car off. The loud whir of the motor closing the large door behind me sounds, and I wait until it's all the way closed before I open my door and get out of my car. At that same moment Cavin opens the door leading from his garage into his home.
"Welcome back baby." He tells me with a smile, and the way he says it makes it sound more like welcome home.
I can't contain myself anymore, and I run into his waiting arms. My whole being relaxes as his arms encircle me, and I breathe in his scent. In this moment here and now with him it really does feel like home.
"I can't believe you really snuck over here." Cavin says, looking rather amazed.
"It wasn't really that hard. My parents are pretty heavy sleepers, so they don't really notice much, and I swear their internal clocks are perfectly synchronized to wake up at 6:30am every morning. All I had to do was leave them a note saying that I went out for a drive because I couldn't sleep. I'll call them at seven and let them know I'm okay."
"Do they ever let you go to Portland by yourself?" He asks pointedly.
"Not really alone. They have to be somewhere in the city, but I can pretty much do anything if they are. Why?"
"Well I received an e-mail from the head of the Literature department at Portland State University saying he would really like to speak to the both of us about you Phoebe."
"When did this happen?" I ask stunned. "And more importantly when were you going to tell me about it?"
"I was actually going to call your parents and ask if you could accompany me to Portland tomorrow, or today now I guess, but since you are here now I figured I would mention it to you." He says with a proud smile gracing his beautiful face.
"Did they say anything about why wanted to speak with us?"
"Well I'm assuming it has something to do with the essay of yours that I sent to them last month."
"What essay?" I ask trying to remember what assignments he gave us.
"Don't tell me you've forgotten already?" Cavin asks. "It moved almost everyone to tears when you read it aloud in class."
"You sent them my Veteran essay?" Last month Cavin had us write an essay based upon an interview given to anyone of our choice. Most kids in class chose something easy such as interviewing their parents, or grandparents. Though that would have made for an interesting story for me as my father was one of the richest men under 50 there is, but it didn't seem good enough for me.
Instead I chose to interview one of the many homeless Veterans I see daily in Seattle. Not only did his story make for a great essay, but moved me beyond belief and is the main reason I do so much volunteer work at homeless shelters.
"Of course I did Phoebe, it was one of the most well written, beautifully touching pieces of work I have seen in all my years. I know that you are leaning more toward a more creative aspect of writing as a future career, but it seemed wrong to send any of your fictional pieces in when I had that one."
"I don't know how I can thank you for this Cavin!" I said happily as I gave him another long lingering kiss. He really had done me such a big favor.
"I know that you want to separate yourself from your mom Phoebe. Personally I don't think you'll have any issue doing that, any publishing company would be lucky to have you. And I'm not just saying that as your boyfriend, or even as you teacher. I'm saying that as a person who truly believes in your abilities. That's the reason that I sent that essay into PSU because you deserve recognition for that piece."
"Thank you baby." I say, as tears well in my eyes.
"So what I was thinking is later this morning, around seven you can go home and talk to your parents. Let them know that you received an e-mail from me explaining what I just told, and that the department head, plus a few professors wanted to meet with you to discuss it. Tell them that you will be meeting me at the college, and that I will be present during the meeting. Then after we are done there I would really like to take you out on a proper date."
"Sounds good to me." I say smiling happily not only at the fact that somehow I have managed to get a meeting with the head of the Lit department at my first choice in colleges, but also at the fact that I'm going to be able to go out with Cavin without having to worry too much about who is going to see us.
"Alright then! We should probably get a little bit of sleep then. And now that you are here I might actually be able to get a few hours of shut eye." With that we head back into his bedroom and climb into bed. Within minutes the both of us are out like a light.
It seems like minutes later my phone is going off, waking me up. I check the caller I.D. before I answer it. It's my father, I guess my note wasn't enough to keep him from worrying.
"Hey daddy." I say answering.
"Hi honey! Just wondering where you are." As he's talking I check the time display on my phone, it's 6:30 exactly.
"Didn't you see my note?" I ask. Cavin begins to stir next to me. He looks up at me sleepily, and I can't help but smile.
"I guess I missed it. I just went into your room and you weren't there." I could hear the worry in his tone, but couldn't concentrate on it too much because Cavin begins to kiss my neck and shoulder, and I have to suppress a moan.
"I just went out for a drive to clear my head. I'm gonna head home soon. Sorry for worrying you." I say.
"Alright baby, I'll see you when you come back."
"Kay dad! Love you, see you in a few minutes."
"Love you too, bye sweetie." He says, then the phone disconnects.
I smile because I know that my mom and I are the only ones he says goodbye to on the phone.
"Your dad?" Cavin asks as he pulls me on top of him.
"Yep! And as much as I would love to stay here and help you get rid of this…" I say grinding up against his morning erection. "I really should head back." I say.
"I don't think I can let you leave after that." He says holding me closer to him and moving his hips in a circular motion.
I moan, but I know that I can't stay here. "Cavin I can't. I told my dad that I would be home soon, and if I stay here we're going to end up having sex, and I can't really go home smelling like you."
"Good point." He pouts a bit, and looks absolutely adorable.
"I'll see you later today though!" I tell him, then lean down to give him a quick kiss.
I climb out of his bed and slip my flip flops back on. I feel more rested on only those few hours of sleep with Cavin than I do when I sleep the full recommended eight hours in my own bed by myself.
"I'll walk you out." He says as he stretches, then jumps out of bed. He grabs my hand as we walk back to his garage.
"Bye. I will talk to you later today." He says then bends down to give me one last kiss.
Again I marvel at how easy it all feels. It's almost as if he's just giving me a kiss goodbye before I head off to run errands for the day. Of course our lives aren't that simple, but for the moment I could pretend.