Dec 16, 2007 23:36
"Shhh," I said, when Jude protested the new job I'd gotten. He kept insisting that he could take care of me. Kacie was never at the beach house, so even if his parents ever did decide to come home from Europe, I'd still have a place to live. He said that he'd pay my cell phone, and buy me clothes, and take me out to dinner every night so that I was never hungry. He was sweet like that. But I knew it wasn't realistic. We were 17. Eventually, we'd have to stop playing house and face the fact that there was a real world out there that we had to live in and life couldn't be this perfect little fairytale we'd been living in.
It was just waiting tables, and a nice little diner near the ocean, just a few nights a week to help offset the things my parents were no longer paying for since I wouldn't come home. I'd have to wait them out until I turned 18 and got my trust fund. Which meant I'd just have to learn to live on my own just a little bit earlier than most people. But hey, there were kids my age who went to high school and then worked and lived on their own and didn't get to live in a nice beach house like I got to. Especially considering I was never there anyway, and spent practically every night at Jude's.
"Shhh," I said again when I slipped on to his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck as I displaced the book he was reading, the soda he was drinking, everything that was in between us so I could kiss him. Again, he was protestin'. Not he was ever one to turn me down, but he'd been right in the middle of something. Not anymore.
I wasn't much for words lately, so we didn't say much. His lips enveloped mine as his hand placed firmly in the center of my back and he pulled me close. There was always something on my mind. Grief over what Lexi now was. Anger over who my parents had been all along. My head was always filled with more drama than I could take. So Jude took me away from it. He took my mind right off of it, every time and made it all better somehow. Sometimes I just needed that. Like now.
"Shhh," He said, and it was my turn to protest. "I think someone's at the door." He said, scratching his head a little while trying to catch his breath. With a pout, I climbed off of him, straightening my clothes. He gave me an apologetic smile as he went to the door, but my eyes were turned upward to where snow had almost covered the skylights completely.
Shhh, the wind seemed to whisper as a whirl of snowflakes blew in from the open doorway. Shhh.
((Open to Caleb & Jude))