Chapter 12: The Rules – Part two

Alex and I sat in silence for a few moments, I didn't know about her, but I was catching my breath. It was crazy how this girl made my blood boil. I glanced at her and noticed that she was glaring at me. Yeah the abrupt stop had most definitely pissed her off. She took a deep breath and hopped up and stretched.

"So … since we can't do that anymore for right now, you wanna watch me practice for my auditions? I was thinking about doing the dance that won first place twice. It's called River Flows." I think her asking me was rhetorical because she bent down to the level of her laptop. She slid the coffee table to the side and began to stretch. She pressed play and began to twirl around the floor, she moved effortlessly. She raised left leg so that her ankle practically touched her ear. She moved so slowly and elegantly to the piano as it played her eyes held a look of love and sadness that made me want to pull her into my arms.

As the music died and in her final pose she ended up lying on the floor as if she were asleep. She looked so beautiful; my hand itched for my camera. After a few moments her eyes popped open and she smiled at me. She got up and she was breathing a little heavy. She put her hands on her hips and arched her eyebrow at me.

"Well?"

"I think you're beautiful," I said as I pulled my cell phone out and held it like I was going to take at picture. Her eyes became wide with real horror.

"No, what about rule 4?" She complained.

"We haven't finished the list yet so I still have the right to take a picture." I was full of shit but I was seeing if she was going to let it fly.

"Why do all the rules have to be in place before it was active?" She questioned as she sat back down beside me with her laptop in tow.

"Because it means that we both start obeying an equal about of rules at the same time." I shrugged my shoulders as I delivered the message, she narrowed her eyes and after a moment she smirked at me.

"Your accent is stronger when you're talking shit." She laughed harder and I took a picture. "Jose'! What part of no don't you understand?" She slapped my shoulder but it only hurt a little.

"Sorry, you forgive me?" I pouted at her but she held a look of indifference.

"Let's finish these rules before you get snappy happy again," she grumbled. "How many rules did you want to have anyway?" I gave it some thought and tapped my chin playfully.

"Ten … just like the commandments," I muttered and she rolled her eyes.

"Oh boy, you pulled out the big guns with that one didn't you?" She shook her head as she held the bridge of her nose. "Okay well then, we need four more."

After thirty minutes we had the final ten:

RULE ONE: NO TOUCHING BELOW THE BELT (OR BELLY BUTTON)

RULE TWO: NO TICKLING

RULE: THREE: NO NUDITY

RULE FOUR: NO PICTURES WITHOUT THE OTHERS PERMISSION (I MEAN IT JOSE'!)

RULE FIVE: NO LICKING, SUCKING, OR KISSING JOSE'S EARS!

RULE SIX: NO UNNECESSARY REMINDERS OF AGE. ESPECIALLY DURING ROMANTIC TIMES!

RULE SEVEN: NO INAPPROPRIATE CLOTHING (TOO SHORT OR TOO TIGHT ETC)

RULE EIGHT: NO FLIRTING WITH ANYONE ELSE

RULE NINE: ALWAYS BE HONEST WITH EACH OTHER

RULE TEN: NEVER GO TO BED ANGRY

I sat back and looked at our scrambled rules they went from being a way to avoid becoming overly aroused to almost a promises to each other. Nonetheless I was proud of it. I grinned at the document and then at her. She seemed happy too.

"Now once you turn eighteen, we might feel the need to change some of these rules," I warned with a seductive stare, that way met by a look of want my by young counterpart. I scooted closer to her and lowered my nose to hers.

"Oh really which ones?" She breathed as she tried and horribly failed to be naïve.

"I was thinking rule one," I murmured as I puckered my lips lightly on her cheek. "Probably rule seven … most definitely on your part." I kissed the corner her mouth and her hands buried themselves in my hair. "And … and maybe rule three, if you want to."

"I just want you to kiss me," she whimpered.

"Okay." I kissed her and we became passion all too quick. We separated yet again with both of our heartbeats erratic.

"You know until I met you I wasn't aware of how significant being eighteen was." She giggled but looked as though she had been thoroughly worked.

"Really since I've met you I've been counting it down," I confessed and she gave me a shy smile.

"So is that all that draws you to me … defiling me?" We sat together in silence it was weird how she had turn the tables, not even a second ago she was commenting of the sexual pull between us and now she feels violated.

"No, that's not it. I mean the first thing I noticed was that you are beautiful. I think you are almost too beautiful to touch sometimes. After talking to you I know that you are smart as a whip and a bit of a smart ass, and I like that. You keep me on my toes and you're so creative. It's like God molded you for me." Her eyes widened as the last line I spoke.

"Uh … wow, that was really mushy. I mean you make me out like I'm perfect. I'm not I have some scars … deep, deep scars." I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and she took a deep breath. "I was also looking for a therapist. I still see one. I have since the sleep walking started its part of the way I vent and cope." I nodded in understanding. I didn't want this conversation to get this deep but they were things that we would need to discuss in the future.

"Is the other way you cope biting your nails? You know I was almost tempted to make that a rule …no biting your nails!" I teased and she looked at me confused. "I know, I know Bonita I've looked into those things too I have a list of therapist at my apartment. We can talk about it when we get home right now I just want you to enjoy being here, in this place, with me." I kissed her on her forehead and she closed her eyes and a small tear landed on my chest. I rubbed her back as we sat together in silence.