We ended up riding on his motorcycle. I was terrified at first, as I stared down at his Black Honda NC700X with silver stripes. It was gorgeous. I had always wanted to ride a motorcycle, but was also afraid and didn't think I would actually get the chance to. I probably would have stood there all day, just staring in fear, had he not looked at me with his big, black, calming eyes. He sat down on the motorcycle, and I followed. And I was glad I did. The second I put my arms around him, I felt totally safe. All of my fears just disappeared.
When we got back i realized everyone was staring. I also realized that my mom was staring. Not good. I didn't think that she would disapprove, but she would tell my dad, which would be about as bad as her disapproving. And she would embarrass me, which is also just as bad. I decided that we should go someplace private. But if we went to the secret garden my friends would probably follow us, and i didn't want them to find it. It was the one place i could be alone at co-op instead of having a million friends all trying to talk at the same time. So, i took him some place else. I was hoping everyone lost us once i dragged him into the parking lot, through the cars, and into the woods surrounding the premises.
On the first day of co-op all of the teens were looking around the property and found some stuff in the woods. There was a bunch of garbage everywhere. One of the older ones came up with the idea to make a fort out of the branches garbage everywhere. We found a spot where four trees where beside each other in a good sized square and began building. We stacked long thick branches vertically beside each other to make walls, we made a ceiling out of branches and covered it with a blanket, and made an arch around the opening. Someone even found a welcome mat. We found two jars to put flowers in and set them on opposite sides beside the mat. It was beautiful.
No one came there anymore, though, besides me. After two years of wind and rain storms, the fort wasn't the same. The wind blew the blanket away, the welcome mat had even more holes in it than when we found it, and the flowers had died. Every so often i come over here and fix it up, replace the walls, sew up the mat, replace the flowers. I didn't replace the blanket on top, though. I kind of think it looks better this way. I did keep an old blanket in a corner, though, for when it gets cold in the fall. But, since this is the first Co-op of the semester, I haven't done fixed it up in a while. Luckily, though, there hadn't been any major rain storms in the last couple months, so my fortress of solitude was still looking pretty good. The flowers were dead, though.
I realized this as we got close, and told him to wait there and close his eyes until I told it was okay. I cut some flowers with my retro pocket knife and put them in the jar by the welcome mat, replaced some of the branches that had gotten blown away or ruined, and did one final check before returning to Mason.
"This is amazing." Mason said as he walked in.
"Thanks. All of the teens made it on the first day."
"The first day is today?" He said looking down at the fresh-cut flowers.
"I may come in here every once in a while and fix the place up." I said as i picked up the blanket, set it down on the ground and sat down.
We talked for a while, while I ate, and I started to wonder what type of relationship he would want. I knew what I wanted: Him. He was perfect. When I was twelve I made a list of everything I wanted in a guy, and to this day it's still up to date. I haven't added or taken anything off, and he matched every single one: Total gentleman, treats me as an equal (doesn't think I'm dumb, helpless little girl that needs protecting), is a total geek, same taste in bands and TV shows (as I saw from the pins from his book bag), has the same style in clothing, has dimples, has freckles, shares the same interests as me... He's just, so perfect. I started to think about earlier today, before my stomach interrupted us. How sweet his smile was, how his lips felt on mine, how his hands started sinking down...
"Wanna finish where we left off?" I asked, once i finished eating.
I started leaning in, pushing the garbage out of the way, but he beat me to it. Suddenly, I was laying down, him on top of me, before I even knew what was happening. It was really heavy and deep, the kiss, and his lips felt so good on mine. It was like i could feel what he felt. Every kiss, every touch, every moan and groan. I felt so connected. I could feel how much he liked me, how much he wanted me. And God, did he want me. And the feelings were mutual. It was almost a minute before he started sliding his hands down, though this time it wasn't to my ass. It felt so good, his hands caressing my chest. I figured i should return the favor, do something for him. I slowly sunk my hand down to his crotch, circling it in large motions. He started making deep moaning noises. God, did that turn me on. I was just starting to unzip his pants, him going under my bra, when Morgue and Anna came in, shock, surprise and relief spread all across their faces as Mason got off of me, taking his hand out of my bra so he could zip his pants.
"So this is where you ran off to." Morgue said with a huge grin spreading across her face.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, blushing.
"I came out here for a smoke." She said, her grin fading as she put a cigarette into her mouth and lighting it.
"I thought you didn't smoke anymore." I said confused, and a little worried. The last time Morgana had smoked was when her parents got divorced, for the first time.
"Why does it matter?" She said, casually. Though, I could tell something was wrong. And then i realized i remembered that face... Oh no. She was wearing the same face each time she told me her parents were getting separated. "Anyway, we'll just leave you two alone." She said before I could say anything, her grin returning as she walked away excitedly.
"Have fun." Anna said, and gave me a wink before she went to follow Morgue.
Once he was sure they were gone, Mason said, "I don't think we're really going to be alone. I mean, that could happen again, and i don't want to get you in trouble." He said, I think it's because he saw my mother staring at us before.
"Yeah, we should probably go." I said, frowning. "I have to get to classes anyway." Looking down at my iPhone, realizing that it was a few minutes past one. The structure here was very lose, and although you could come and leave the classes at any time I still liked to be there at the beginning of class. I don't like being lost in the conversations.
If we're ever going to make out again, and I definitely hope we will, it isn't going to be here, out in the open. I couldn't think of anywhere else we could be together where no one would follow us. It mad me kind of sad just to think about it. Not being able to feel him, not being close to him, not feeling his lips against mine or his hands caressing my body...
I don't know if there if there was something in my expression or if he could read my mind, but it was as if he could when he said "Do you want to go out with me? I mean, like, on a date? Cause, The Amazing Spiderman 2 just came out, And I was thinking, maybe, umm, ya know, we could go see it this weekend." And for the first time since I met him, he actually seemed nervous, as though expecting I would say no. It was kind of cute, actually. Like I could ever say no to him.
It was kind of hard to speak, thinking about being with him and what he had just asked me, so all I could say was, simply, "Yes." A smile spread across his beautiful face, and he looked as though he felt stupid for even considering I would turn him down. "I'm just wondering what my dad will think." I said, still smiling, though my eyes suggested i was sad.
"Do you think he will say no?" He said, slightly worried, though not trying to show it.
"Maybe, maybe not. You can never really be sure with him. He would probably want to meet you first, which probably wouldn't work since you probably live around here, and this place is about an hour away from my house. Which would mean that you would have to drive an hour to our house only to leave in 15 minutes to go to the movies."
"I don't mind. What's 15 minutes of horrible, gut wrenching embarrassment when I'm with a beautiful woman like you." He said with a beautiful, sexy smile, and winked.
I melted and smiled in reply, though my response begged to differ. "Maybe I can talk to my mom and get her to let us go out, and you can quickly meet him when you drop me off afterwards." I said as I walked out of the fort and into the woods, Mason following close behind.
My mother was outside as well, sitting on a blanket in the grass, talking to her friends.
"Hey mom, can I talk to you?" I said as I walked up the parking lot and into the grass beside her.
"Sure, Honey." Maybelline said with the nice, warming smile she always has. She got up, and we walked about twenty feet away from the grass, into the parking lot "What did you want to talk about?" She said as she noticed Mason standing beside me.
"Mom, this is Mason Ericson. Mason, this is my mom, Maybelline." I said as Mason stuck his hand out for Maybell to shake, which she did, as always, smiling.
"It's nice to meet you, Mason." Maybell said, with an even wider smile. And I hope she meant it. I can sometimes scare people away with my looks, and my mother wasn't exactly jumping for joy when I started dressing like this. And I'm not even the one with the Snake Bite piercings.
"Like wise, Mrs. Roselyn." Mason said, returning the smile.
"Please, call me Maybell." She said as they let go of each others hands.
"So, mom. Mason asked me out to the movies this weekend, and I was wondering if I could go?" I asked, feeling nervous and pointlessly picking my nails, while she stared over Mason, still smiling.
"Honey, can I talk to you for a second?" She said as she put her hand on my shoulder, and we walked about fifteen feet away from Mason and stopped.
"What do you want to talk about that you can't say in front of Mason?" I asked, trying to hide my worrying.
She hesitated for a moment, then asked "How old is he?"
"Sixteen. Why?" Though, I knew exactly why. She had noticed how much older than me he looked, and acted. Most sixteen year old's don't have piercings, let alone a kickass $10,000 motorcycle.
"I'm not saying no, but don't you think hes a little old for you?" Maybell said, again, still smiling. I was really starting to think that her smile was permanently stuck to her face.
"Not really. I've dated someone that was 2 years older than me before, and you were fine with it then." I said, starting to get annoyed and slightly offended, because I realized it wasn't his age she was worried about.
"I know, but -"
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but don't we have class to get to? Don't want to miss it on my first day." Mason said, interrupting my mother, smiling his dazzling smile. Though, I was kind of glad. I really didn't like where this conversation was going.
"Oh right, thanks," I said, and kissed Mason on the cheek. "Mother, we'll talk about this later." I said, trying to put my emotions behind it, and Mason and I walked away to Art History.
~Jo
Fourth chapter coming soon :) Working hard on it.
Update 12/18/14: I was working hard on it, then I stopped for a couple weeks. I came back, and my fourth chapter document was gone. I don't know why. So it will be a little longer than I hoped for the next chapter, but I will make. I don't plan on giving up on this anytime soon. And thanks for reading :) If I didn't have this many views I would have given up long ago. Thank you :*