Chapter 1: PPG
I was reading in the library one afternoon after school. I was totally obsessed with reading about the star crossed lovers known as Bella and Edward in the Twilight Saga. I wished I could find someone as amazing as Edward who would treat me right for who I am and not who they want me to be. I had finished my homework and studied for a test in Science that we were having tomorrow, so I still had some time before my sisters would come and pick me up after cheerleading and karate practice. I wasn't really into sports apart from swimming. Buttercup loved fighting and taught Bubbles and I some self defense in case an unwanted person threatened us. Bubbles liked showing off her gymnast skills, so she became captain of the cheerleading squad in 6th grade and has been in charge of the team since then. I liked swimming since it made my emotions and thoughts flow through me and it releases a lot of stress. After they had their sports practices everyday, they would pick me up either at the library or the pool.
Today, I was convinced I needed to get every fact memorized for the test since the exam could affect the college I may go to. I focused entirely on my work, but kept zoning out to the boy I had a major crush on. His name was Dexter and he was super cute. He had long hair that reached his shoulders and had bright blue eyes that sparkled every time I sneaked a peak at him. He didn't have a girlfriend, but I was hoping by the end if the year, he would choose me. My hopes were set really high, so I made a list of expectations that I had to reach.
1) Smile every time he sees you.
2) Fluff up look and attitude when he is around.
3) Ask him out to the upcoming prom in three months.
I needed to reach these goals to feel like I succeeded at something other than an A+ on a test. I really wanted to be his girlfriend, but there was a lot of competition for him. I didn't know if I could pull it off.
After about an hour of reading Twilight and listening to my jam on my iPod, I gathered up my books and dropped them into my school backpack. Once my 100 pound textbooks were packed away, I zipped up the bag and slung the straps over my shoulders while grabbing my duffle bag for the sleepover I was having with my best friend Robin. Robin, my sisters, and I were best friends since we were 5. Her parents died in a car accident when she was only 2 years old and she was adopted into a family who lives across the street from us. She had three older brothers who were the biological sons of her adoptive parents, Mr. and Mrs. Ruff. Their three sons were our age when Robin was only a year younger. We haven't really met her brother's properly, but we see them during school hours.
Her brothers are pretty darn cute though. The youngest of the three is Boomer and he has blonde hair that goes down to the tops of his ears with blue eyes. The middle brother is Butch and he has short, spiky, jet black hair with dark, forest green eyes. The oldest is Brick and he has straight, red hair that goes slightly past his ears and has crimson eyes. The three brothers were incredibly toned and muscular. They were also popular at school but weren't noticed as much as we were though a lot of girls fell for them. I did have to admit, the red haired was pretty cute.
After my area was all packed up at the desk I was sitting at, I slowly got up from my chair and pushed it in. As soon as I turned around to walk towards the exit of the library, I knocked it someone and the books that were in my arms flew into the air and landed all over the floor. I quickly bent down to gather my books and I noticed the mysterious person leaned down too to help pick up my books. I slowly glanced up and stared straight into the eyes that were red and bore into mine. He smiled a smile of perfect white teeth behind lips that were inviting. I recognized him in an instant from his red hair and eyes. As soon as the mess was cleaned up, we both stood up and faced each other while looking into each other's eyes.
"I'm sorry. I didn't see you." I apologized.
"It's my fault too, I should have watched where I was going." he replied.
"Let's just call us even." I said with a sweet smile plastered across my face.
"Hey aren't you my sister's friend? Blossom, right?" he asked.
"Yeah. I have two other sisters. We live across from each other. I live in the big house with the pool in the backyard." I explained quickly.
He smiled at me and nodded as he seemed to remember who I was. I examined him as his eyebrow arched and his nose twitched while he went through his thoughts, organizing and putting them into the right places. He didn't seem to notice me staring at him in awe at his beauty I never noticed before.
"Are you heading home right now?" he asked suddenly, knocking me out from my daze.
"I was going to wait outside for my sisters to come and get me to take me home." I answered.
"Well, I could always give you a ride home if you want. You don't have to, but. I was heading home too. It makes sense since we live across from each other." he said truthfully.
"Sure, I would love to. Let me let my sisters know first." I quickly said.
I pulled out my iPhone and began texting to them that I was getting my own ride. As soon as I sent my message, I walked alongside Brick as we made our way to the exit. He courteously opened the door for me and held it open like a gentleman. I was honestly surprised. I hated to judge people before getting to know them, but the brothers didn't seem to be the most polite people and the gossip going around the school also gave you an idea. But no, he was kind and respected my conversation as if he were listening to every word. I liked that trait about him. He didn't act like other boys I knew. While walking through the parking lot, he talked about how he and his brothers just recently started a band and that they called themselves the RowdyRuffs. I secretly liked the name and asked what music they played. I really liked pop music and so did my sisters. It turns out that the band played pop, rock, and soul music, my personal favorites.
After walking through the almost empty parking lot, he pulled out his keys and unlocked a red, firebird that made my heart go boom. I loved cars although I never admitted it to anyone. I used to work in a garage with one of my past boyfriends over the summer a few years back. I learned how to fix cars and different parts of the car. By the end of the summer, not only was I an expert car repairer and an expert on parts of a car, but I was rich. I made over 5000 dollars from working there most of the summer. Later during my junior year of high school, I repaired an old sports car I bought from a junk yard for 50 bucks. I worked on it all year and now it is ready for driving. I just need to wait until I get my license which will be soon.
When I hopped in the front passenger seat, he pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the highway to our neighborhood. His parents were both musicians and were the influence for his and his brother's love of music. He talked about his hobbies and I talked about mine. We talked about school and college too. After about 20 minutes of driving, we pulled into my driveway. I thanked him for the ride and pulled my stuff out of the backseat. I would walk in and organize my stuff before heading over to Robin's house. Our parents were never around because of work and Robin wasn't home until later in the afternoon. I hated to be alone at my house, so I used the key to Robin's house to hang out until she arrived later. My sisters and I would usually hang with her every afternoon and spend the night almost every night. It was surprising that I didn't know her brothers that well. As soon as I hopped out, Brick unrolled the window.
"Why don't you come over now and hang out with me?" he asked. "It sucks to be alone. My brothers don't get home until later at night." he said.
"Sure, see you in a few minutes." I answered.
I was actually a little giddy from his question.
Once I was let into their house, I immediately felt better and at ease. Their home was a second home for me. I felt welcome here all the time. Wether my parents were fighting or my sisters and I were fighting. Out of all my sisters, Robin and I were the closest since I saved her life from the 'Power Punk Girls' that were bullying and terrorizing her every second of the day. I eventually stepped in and stood up to them, threatening that my dad could turn them into frogs since he was a professor. Since we were all five, they believed me and ran off. They never bothered Robin again. After getting to know her, we became best friends and. I finally introduced her to my sisters and we welcomed her officially into our family. Over the years, we only got closer.
Brick was in the kitchen, digging through the stainless steel fridge that had enough food stocked in it to feed an entire army, but for Robin's house, it was empty within a week. The neighborhood we lived in was all upperclass, so all the houses were really fancy and expensive. Robin's house was much like our except bigger due to a larger family she had. Her parents left in their will that the money and investments were hers and she would have enough money to go to college and get a good job plus a healthy lifestyle. Then with her adoptive parents love for her, she would probably never have to work. Robin was responsible though, so she would work and live like any other normal person would.
Once I entered through the huge doorway to the kitchen, Brick looked up from his sandwich he made and smiled showing a bunch of lettuce and cheese stuck in between his teeth. I laughed at home and he took a drink of water, swishing until his teeth were clear. He offered me a snack of strawberries and we shared a large bowl of berries that he personally washed; with me by his side cutting out the hard cores. Once we cleaned up, we sat down at the kitchen bar and ate while talking. I couldn't help but laugh about the time he accidentally walked in on me dancing on Robin's huge queen sized bed when I was 12. He said he remembered the look on my face was priceless. I was so embarrassed at the time, but now, I just blushed when he described my dancing to be magical, erotic, and beautiful.
Just then, he held his hand out to me and I gave him a confused look.
"I bet you can dance just as good as you could then." he challenged me.
"I don't know. I hadn't danced since my 9th grade prom. I accidentally stepped on my date's foot and he stumbled backwards into the chocolate fountain. I felt so bad." I admitted.
"Just one dance. Please. Dance with me. I promise you won't step on my feet. I know you are good at dancing." he insisted.
I finally nodded and he gently grasped my hand. The blood went to my face in a heart beat as his feather light touch held my delicate hand. He slowly settled his hand onto my waist and cradled my head into the hollow of his throat as he slowly swayed us to and fro. He reached out and turned on some music from his iPhone.
Last Kiss - Taylor Swift
I still remember the look on your face
Lit through the darkness at 1:58
The words that you whispered
For just us to know
You told me you loved me
So why did you go away?
Away
He began to twirl me in circles. My dress twirling artfully around my curvy body. My hips swayed to the music and my small frame pressed softly against his chest. My feet stayed in rhythm with his as he led me through the slow song. My hair grazing across his arms as his hands descended down to my waist where he twisted my body so we were in perfect synchronization. I didn't fight the urge to dance with him, it felt so natural.
I do recall now the smell of the rain
Fresh on the pavement
I ran off the plane
That July 9th
The beat of your heart
It jumps through your shirt
I can still feel your arms
But now I'll go sit on the floor
Wearing your clothes
All that I know is
I don't know how to be something you miss
I never thought we'd have a last kiss
Never imagined we'd end like this
Your name, forever the name on my lips
I do remember the swing of your step
The life of the party, you're showing off again
And I roll my eyes and then
You pull me in
I'm not much for dancing
But for you I did
Because I love your handshake, meeting my father
I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets
How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something
There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions
And I'll go sit on the floor
Wearing your clothes
All that I know is
I don't know how to be something you miss
Never thought we'd have a last kiss
Never imagined we'd end like this
Your name, forever the name on my lips
By now, we were twirling around the house and he picked my figure up and carried me bridal style while spinning with his hand supporting my neck. He set me down then lifted my waist up and my legs splayed into a beautiful formation. He spun my body around his and we continued to move to the slow flow of the music.
So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep
And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe
And I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are
Hope it's nice where you are
And I hope the sun shines
And it's a beautiful day
And something reminds you
You wish you had stayed
You can plan for a change in weather and time
But I never planned on you changing your mind
So I'll go sit on the floor
Wearing your clothes
All that I know is
I don't know how to be something you miss
Never thought we'd have a last kiss
Never imagined we'd end like this
Your name, forever the name on my lips
Just like our last kiss
Forever the name on my lips
Forever the name on my lips
Just like our last...
We ended the song with our foreheads touching and our panting heavy. He looked deeply into my eyes and smiled. He was stroking my cheek gently and twisted his fingers into my hair. I smiled back and traced my fingers around the curves and arches of his gorgeous face. We were standing in the center of the living room and his arms were wrapped around my waist. I leaned into his body for support as his hands clutched the small of my back. I realized that I really cared about him.
I now remembered when we were little, I would tease him and he would tease me back while tickling me. He always wanted my help with his homework and I gladly would. While studying, he would end up asking me questions about my life and why I was always so smart. I always replied that I was lucky to have a supportive family and awesome friends including him. He always said that even though I was a girl, I was one of his best friends. When we were around 13, he dared me to kiss him and I almost did until I got scared and ran. He later on asked why I didn't and I said we were only friends. But now, I forgot about what he was to me then, I thought about what he was now.
Within the silence of the house, I felt his hands embrace my body and his face lean towards mine. I felt his warm breath touch me face as I leaned towards him. I instantly felt my heart stop when his soft lips grazed over mine. I opened my lips and closed tightly around his as I passionately enveloped him in a warm and lust filled kiss. It was my very first kiss that I really wanted. I never wanted anyone more than him at that moment. Dexter no longer was of any interest to me. All that I thought about during that moment was his lips crushing with such light force and my heart falling for yours. I wanted only him and I pressed my warm body against his. My hands entangled in his red hair as I continued to enjoy our first kiss. I wanted to be his forever and I only hoped he wanted me.
After I ended the kiss reluctantly to breathe, I smiled gratefully that he kissed me back. He also smiled affectionately and rested his chin on my shoulder. I lightly kissed his neck as he kissed the top of my head while running his fingers through my auburn hair. We were still standing in the living room of the empty house, not noticing the door open. When we heard footsteps walk through the entrance hall, we quickly released each other and dropped on the couch and began to talk about something random. Robin rounded the corner with her backpack slung over her shoulders and smiled.
"Hey Blossom, what's up?" she asked.
"Oh, I just walked in right before you did and Brick let me in. You walked in just 2 minutes after I did." I fibbed.
"Well, let me get a snack and then we'll call your sisters and see if they're ready for an amazing sleepover that is going to happen tonight." she said while padding down the hardwood floored hall to the gourmet kitchen. Once she was dark enough away to not here what we were saying, I finally said something.
"Brick, did you kiss me back?" I asked him.
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't." he said while grinning mischievously.
I lightly punched him in the arm and giggled. He tickled me back and we started to laugh.
"Well, I really care about you, but I can't explain my feelings for you yet. I may like you and I may not know it." I said honestly.
"Let me know when you are ready to tell me how you feel." he said gently.
Just then, Robin walked back into the living room and Brick and I fell silent. She smiled and held up her phone while her other hand waved.
"Your sisters are going to be here in a minute. Let's get going on the sleepover attitude." Robin said excitedly.
I reluctantly got up from the couch and grabbed my duffle. We hauled my stuff upstairs and my sister's stuff once they arrived. It was time to kick this sleepover into high gear.