I own nothing except an incredibly naughty brain.
If you spot mistakes let me know.
Jared Cameron
The knocking jolted my head from slumber as I sat straight up in my huge bed. Living alone with my mom had slowly forced me to be a very light sleeper.
I stared, wide eyed at the window when I heard the tapping again. Wandering over I rubbed my eyes and bypassed the thought of grabbing something dangerous to brandish at the intruder; I mean how many burglars do you know that knock first? Solid logic.
She stood the other side of my first floor window. I frowned.
She grinned, floating towards me slowly. She lifted her left leg and placed her hands on the frame of the window, she was wearing nothing but a sheer black bra and lacy boy shorts. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her,y'know, lady lumps.
Once inside my bedroom she came towards me slowly, swaying her hips. I took in the simple shiny stiletto heels on her feet and decided I didn't need an explanation, maybe she lost her clothes? Got attacked? Got lost? I didn't care as long as she stayed naked. She put her hand on my chest and my eyes rolled back in my head as my arms wrapped tightly around her middle, lifting her hourglass frame as I pulled her close to me.
I laid her on the bed and weaved my fingers through hers, pulling her hands above her head and letting mine glide down the soft skin of her arms, I ran my fingers over her face and tugged her bottom lip down slightly with my thumb, staring intently at the action. I placed my nose to the lip in question and heard her whispering profanities. I waited patiently for her to whisper my name and ran my nose over every curve and angle of her face, I breathed in the scent of her hair and groaned quietly.
Then I heard it, it was a lot less satisfying than I had always anticipated…
"Jared!"
I blinked at her face as she grinned up at me. My hands and hips began to sink into her skin as she lost her tan and become deathly white.
"JARED!" Her lips were moving but my mom's voice was shrieking at me.
I groaned as I gripped the pillow harder and my erection stabbed my own stomach, mocking my erotic dreams and way-bluer-than-is-healthy balls.
I used my arms to raise myself from the sheets, wandered into my bathroom and started the shower, running my hands down my face and groaning.
Dropping to the floor of the bathroom I counted off 55 press ups before I raised my body and stripped off, stepping gingerly into the spray of warm water. Fuck cold showers. I'll get rid of my problems manually thanks.
"Good morning!" My mom chirped. I stared at her, I could almost see rainbows and sparkles coming out of her face. She, like me, is not usually a morning person.
"Mom?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you okay? Have you started the menopause or something?" I said, completely deadpan.
"JARED! I'M ONLY 39! The menopause!" She looked anxiously at her reflection in the fridge and I couldn't keep my face straight any longer, leaning over to kiss her head.
"I know, I'm teasing, but seriously, what has you all glitter and smiles this morning?" I asked around a mouthful of toast.
She couldn't help the grin that crept over her face, I was actually starting to worry she might be having a stroke.
"Well, I met someone last night." She seemed to realise what she'd said and dropped the grin from her face, clearing her throat and staring at me as if she thought I was going to throw the rest of my breakfast at her. I smiled warmly to reassure her. She deserved someone to love her the way she'd deprived herself of all these years.
"Who did you meet last night?"
"Uhm, well, his name is Kevin. Kev." She couldn't seem to control her cheeks as they pulled into a small smile again. I gave her another head kiss and squeezed her gently.
"Kev sounds absolutely dreamy." She slapped my arm and I chuckled, "I have to go. See you later, love you. Give my love to Kev the dreamboat!" I dived out the door as a dish towel flew past my head.
Kimberley Connweller
"Todd! Move your ass!"
Picking up my keys I strode toward the door, grabbed my bag on the way and checked my hair in the mirror by the key rack. I only had to sit in the car for forty seconds before Todd came trotting down the path, toast in his mouth, one arm in his hoody and the other holding a book.
"One book?"
"Shush."
"Okay. But really, one book?"
"I only have one class that's issued a textbook so far!"
"What if you get a book for every class today?"
"Then I'll dump 'em in the car as the day progresses won't I?" ahh, Todd Connweller everybody.
"Todd just use your bag, for fuck's sake, nobody cares!"
"I care, It weighs me down. Not good for my swagger." I laughed and looked over to my enormous little brother, why is everyone so much taller than me? he winked over his toast, jelly covering his face, and snorted at himself.
I pulled into the lot and parked in exactly the same place I had for the past year, underneath the trees, as far away from the school as possible. People avoided this distance so the spot was ALWAYS open and I had a thing for routine.
"Lock your door."
I faintly heard him snicker before murmuring "yeah, cause people'd look twice at this shit heap!"
"Language." I swatted the back of his head as I settled myself cross legged on the trunk of my car and turned my face to the sky.
Joe arrived first, tugging his lanky legs up underneath him and slinging his arm around me, the rare, barely there sunlight gave him the excuse to lean back against my rear windscreen, tracing patterns across my lower back and humming to himself. I thought back to the one, disastrous date that Joe and I had ever been on.
Oh my God, what am I doing here? We've been sitting here in this disgusting restaurant for almost an hour, staring at the orders that neither of us really dare to actually eat, and asking each other clichéd, awkward questions like; 'what's your favourite time of day?'
"Christ." I murmured. Joe's head snapped up from the doodle he'd been doing and he looked confused and… angry.
"This is awful!" he suddenly exclaimed, I jumped about ninety feet into the air and looked at him with widened eyes awaiting an explanation.
"I don't know what to do! I've tried everything, it's like you're blank, you have no depth, I'd rather go home and beat off than put up with your non-existent personality!"
"Excuse me!?"
"Well, I mean, really, what else can I do? I've tried every girly subject I know, each and every thing I can think of to make you speak with some mild passion and you have done nothing but smile once at me and order your food."
"Has it occurred to you that I would rather have a conversation with you about something minutely interesting? Are we 12? You have to have more skill than this!"
He stared at me blankly and started to laugh, huge bellowing laughter that was infectious, I could feel myself giggling with him.
"Skill?" He repeated.
"Skill."
He laughed harder now, eventually stopping to throw a twenty on the table and grab my hand, lighting a cigarette as he led me out of the restaurant. "Fuck it, you wanna just share a sundae?"
My features lifted into a huge grin. "Hell. Yes."
That was the point that we shifted from awkward and bored-stiff to inseparable, he walked me home and I invited him in, we watched Die Hard in my bedroom and top-and-tailed.
"Night Connweller."
"Night Ryder." I giggled to myself.
And that was that. Never have any romantic feelings occurred to me since. Joe sometimes forgets he doesn't find me attractive, usually after he's filled with alcohol but hey, who doesn't like a charmingly perverse drunk teenager?
"There's your boy." He mumbled around his cigarette.
All thought of Joe left my head as I watched Jared's truck back into the parking space directly opposite mine. He had a soft smile on his face and a tight white t-shirt on. His jeans hung low on his hips and when he raised his arm to run his hand through his hair, I caught a glimpse of jet black curls and hipbones.
I groaned. Out loud. Without shame.
Today was a good day.
"Okay, he's here, now let's go to homeroom you melted puddle of lady-hormones. Just cause he doesn't go doesn't mean you can't." Joe kept me grounded, made sure I looked as sane and normal as possible to the outside world. As normal as you can be when you're obsessively in love with a boy you've never spoken to.
I sighed and slid off my car, slung my backpack over my shoulder and rested my head on Joe's arm, pouting at my own ridiculous predicament all the way into school.