A Wonderful Conundrum ~ Chapter 3, Quick and Stealth, Like Ninja!~
The week went by rather smoothly. I barely talked with my mom, I talked more and more with Justin, we got closer and closer. They hadn't moved in yet, but were planned to that weekend. I'll admit I was worried about our decision. I wasn't worried about us persay, more about our parents finding out. I knew I loved him, there was no doubt there. Spending a few years longing for one guy and completely disregarding all others will make you realize that.
"So, Saturday it all starts..." He sounded like he had no idea what to say. I couldn't blame him, I didn't either. I nodded in response. "To be honest, I'm psyched, but scared shitless," he laughed, but nervously. A small chuckle left me.
"Yea, me too." I stopped and smiled at him. School had just let out, we were walking home. It was another sunny day and I loved it. The weather was warm, but not hot, and there was a soft breeze playing around us. Saturday was in two days. I was to help cart stuff down the street into our house. That was going to be a project and a half. The furniture was going to be heavy, and I had no idea how we were going to make it blend with ours. Did I care? No. That was a job for the "grown-ups" to take care of. Us teens were just the slaves doing the heavy lifting. I wasn't looking forward to the dragging of heavy stuff all the way down the street. More than that, I wasn't too excited about all of the neighborhood being able to witness the events play out.
Justin returned the smile and kissed me gently. We weren't too close to our neighborhood, so it was all ok. He pulled back and continued smiling. We returned to walking, parting ways at his house. He lived closer to the school.
The door closed behind me. I leaned against it and sighed a bit. My gaze traveled over the interior of the house. It was all about to change. My mom rarely ever rearranged the furniture, but now it was inevitable. In front of me was a staircase at the back of our living room. Next to it, on the right was the sitting room. However, no one ever sat in it, they merely passed through it on their way to the stairs. I didn't see the need in having the room.
I didn't bother going anywhere else in the downstairs of the house. I had barely even visited the area in the past week. Most of my time was spent up in my room. I had everything I needed there, aside from food. That was the single cause for my visits to the downstairs. So, as I did everyday after school, I trudged up to my room.
My mom was up there, in the room beside mine. It was her 'office'. All it really was was a room with a desk and a computer with a couch beside the wall and a chair infront of the desk. She called to me as I was almost fully in my room. Cursing silently, I threw my bag on my bed and made my way into the other room.
"Yes?" I asked in an entirely flat tone. I leaned against the door frame, not willing to go into that room. If I sat down, I would be stuck there getting a huge lecture about my behavior and blah, blah, blah. Care to sit? Nah, I'm good.
She glanced up from the computer screen with one eyebrow raised. "Don't take that tone with me." I rolled my eyes. I didn't have much of a tone, I don't see how she could have attained one from one so flat. I inwardly shrugged. "I just wanted to let you know that I won't be home tomorrow night. You'll have to make your own dinner." She had sat back in her chair and folded her hands in her lap. Oh, how relaxed you are for one so mightily bitchy, I thought bitterly.
"Whatever..." I sighed. I began to turn to leave.
"Oh no you don't." Her tone was sharp. I was so tempted to just retort with what she uses on me about tones, but I refrained, realizing it would do me absolutely no good. Well, not enough to be worth it, anyway. I turned back around and releaned on the frame.
"Yes...?"
"Sit down, please." She motioned her hand toward the seat infront of her desk. She seemed like she was trying to be all buisness like. It was thoroughly annoying when she did this. I shook my head.
"Nah, I've been sitting all day in my classes. Thank you, though." Returning the buisnesslike attitude was about as far into rebellion I was willing to go at that point. I feigned a smile, and it was obvious.
Her gaze was flat. "Very well." I heard her take a deep breath. "You're behavior this week has been disrespectful, and I will not tolerate it anymore."
"Hn. Short and to the point." I looked away, staring at the wall to my left. "Thank you for noticing." I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Would you drop the teenager act? I know you are FAR more mature than this." There was anger in her voice. I was succeding in my mission to piss her off. "There has been no reason for you to be acting the way you have been. It is completely disrespectful, irresponsible, and pointless!" She stopped to stare at me. I always stayed silent when she began her tangent. No need to interrupt and make her even further angry. "I have been a single mom since you were born. I do believe I deserve to have someone in my life that will love me. I do believe I am entitled to being in a successful relationship!" My eyes turned to look at her quickly. Her eyebrows were knit together in anger, her jaw set, and her eyes dark. She was mad. Oops. "Why should I stop my happiness because you finally got Justin to ask you out? Two weeks ago at that! Two weeks is something you can get over." She let a cold laugh ring through the room.
"Not when you like the person for several years, and wish every single day that he could like you in the same way. Not when everytime you see him it hurts to know that he could never like you in the same way! When he finally tells you he's been feeling the same way about you, it makes it seem like you have been together for a helluva lot longer than you have! Justin and I have been friends for how long? HOW LONG, MOM?! Everyday, every single day I hurt because I didn't think he liked me. Now I find out he does, you pick NOW to go and get interested in his DAD! DID I PISS SOME HIGHER BEING OFF?! WHAT am I repenting for?" I had retreated from my leaning position to a stiff, hold-your-ground position in the doorway. My hands gesticulated even more what I was attempting to get across to her, though I knew it was futile. She would never understand.
I didn't care if she agreed to it or not, I turned and fled back into my room. Once more I slammed the door behind me. Fists balled, I began beating on everything on my bed. Fury seemed to be the one emotion that would throw itself at me full force and at one time. After several minutes of taking all of my anger and frusterations out on my pillows I let one long, pain stricken scream escape my lips before I fell once more to tears on my bed. I didn't care how messed up my bed was, or that I hadn't eaten, I went straight to sleep.
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Justin and I moved everything on Saturday without talking to our parents much at all. The only exchanges of words were that of directions and acknowledgements. We spent our breaks sitting in one of the two yards, barely talking to each other for fear of our parents suspecting something. It all went faster than I had expected it to. Everyone pretty much pitched in what they could without much chatter. In my opinion, I think all families should be on non-speaking terms when they move stuff. It makes it all move faster. We were finished by six that evening. All of us were rather beat, so we ordered a pizza, and went to bed. Justin had aquired the room beside mine, but had to sleep on an air mattress until my mother got all of the office stuff out and his stuff in.
Despite how worn out I was that night, I just couldn't sleep. I lay there for a good hour before I decided to get up and do something. My clock said it was 10:03. I figured it must have been because I was not used to be sleeping this early at night. My mind poured over everything I could do, and none of it sounded appealing. Well, none of it save one thing. I stood up and opened my door. Everything in the house was dark. Our parents were downstairs on the opposite side of the house in my mom's bedroom. I smiled to myself and reached for the handle to Justin's door.
The door opened silently. My smile widened when I saw him laying there on the mattress. He was so cute, all sprawled out. As silently as I could, I reclosed the door and sat down beside Justin. For a few moments all I did was watch him sleep. It sounded so cliche even in my mind, but he looked so at peace as he slept there. I sighed deeply and contentedly. Not realizing it, I leaned forward and kissed his forehead softly. His eyes fluttered open at the contact.
"It so can't be morning yet...?" I giggled softly at his miserable tone.
"No, it's still early night."
"Good, means I can sleeeeeeeeep..." His eyes closed again. I pouted in the darkness. How could he sleep? He didn't do much more than I did. It was only 10! He must have realized I was in here for a reason because he opened his eyes again and was staring at me. "You want something?" He smiled softly.
"A hug?" My smile matched his. He laughed quietly and sat up, outstretching his arms for me to climb into. I did graciously. My arms enclosed around his body, my head resting below his chin. A small but contented smile played across my lips as I sat there with him.
"Anything else, love?" He kissed the top of my head right before I turned my gaze up to his. I thought for a moment then smiled.
"A kiss?" Our lips met a moment later. A soft, tentative but passionate kiss. He pulled me down to lay beside him, our lips never parting on the way. It lingered for a few more moments before we broke. "I could get used to this..." I snuggled close to him.
"So could I." He spoke softly, and kissed my head again. We cuddled for atleast an hour before I got even remotely tired. I knew it would have been horrible for our parents to find us as we were, so I returned to my room.
Despite my disappointment in having to leave, I was all smiles. Perhaps this would work out after all!
"So, Saturday it all starts..." He sounded like he had no idea what to say. I couldn't blame him, I didn't either. I nodded in response. "To be honest, I'm psyched, but scared shitless," he laughed, but nervously. A small chuckle left me.
"Yea, me too." I stopped and smiled at him. School had just let out, we were walking home. It was another sunny day and I loved it. The weather was warm, but not hot, and there was a soft breeze playing around us. Saturday was in two days. I was to help cart stuff down the street into our house. That was going to be a project and a half. The furniture was going to be heavy, and I had no idea how we were going to make it blend with ours. Did I care? No. That was a job for the "grown-ups" to take care of. Us teens were just the slaves doing the heavy lifting. I wasn't looking forward to the dragging of heavy stuff all the way down the street. More than that, I wasn't too excited about all of the neighborhood being able to witness the events play out.
Justin returned the smile and kissed me gently. We weren't too close to our neighborhood, so it was all ok. He pulled back and continued smiling. We returned to walking, parting ways at his house. He lived closer to the school.
The door closed behind me. I leaned against it and sighed a bit. My gaze traveled over the interior of the house. It was all about to change. My mom rarely ever rearranged the furniture, but now it was inevitable. In front of me was a staircase at the back of our living room. Next to it, on the right was the sitting room. However, no one ever sat in it, they merely passed through it on their way to the stairs. I didn't see the need in having the room.
I didn't bother going anywhere else in the downstairs of the house. I had barely even visited the area in the past week. Most of my time was spent up in my room. I had everything I needed there, aside from food. That was the single cause for my visits to the downstairs. So, as I did everyday after school, I trudged up to my room.
My mom was up there, in the room beside mine. It was her 'office'. All it really was was a room with a desk and a computer with a couch beside the wall and a chair infront of the desk. She called to me as I was almost fully in my room. Cursing silently, I threw my bag on my bed and made my way into the other room.
"Yes?" I asked in an entirely flat tone. I leaned against the door frame, not willing to go into that room. If I sat down, I would be stuck there getting a huge lecture about my behavior and blah, blah, blah. Care to sit? Nah, I'm good.
She glanced up from the computer screen with one eyebrow raised. "Don't take that tone with me." I rolled my eyes. I didn't have much of a tone, I don't see how she could have attained one from one so flat. I inwardly shrugged. "I just wanted to let you know that I won't be home tomorrow night. You'll have to make your own dinner." She had sat back in her chair and folded her hands in her lap. Oh, how relaxed you are for one so mightily bitchy, I thought bitterly.
"Whatever..." I sighed. I began to turn to leave.
"Oh no you don't." Her tone was sharp. I was so tempted to just retort with what she uses on me about tones, but I refrained, realizing it would do me absolutely no good. Well, not enough to be worth it, anyway. I turned back around and releaned on the frame.
"Yes...?"
"Sit down, please." She motioned her hand toward the seat infront of her desk. She seemed like she was trying to be all buisness like. It was thoroughly annoying when she did this. I shook my head.
"Nah, I've been sitting all day in my classes. Thank you, though." Returning the buisnesslike attitude was about as far into rebellion I was willing to go at that point. I feigned a smile, and it was obvious.
Her gaze was flat. "Very well." I heard her take a deep breath. "You're behavior this week has been disrespectful, and I will not tolerate it anymore."
"Hn. Short and to the point." I looked away, staring at the wall to my left. "Thank you for noticing." I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Would you drop the teenager act? I know you are FAR more mature than this." There was anger in her voice. I was succeding in my mission to piss her off. "There has been no reason for you to be acting the way you have been. It is completely disrespectful, irresponsible, and pointless!" She stopped to stare at me. I always stayed silent when she began her tangent. No need to interrupt and make her even further angry. "I have been a single mom since you were born. I do believe I deserve to have someone in my life that will love me. I do believe I am entitled to being in a successful relationship!" My eyes turned to look at her quickly. Her eyebrows were knit together in anger, her jaw set, and her eyes dark. She was mad. Oops. "Why should I stop my happiness because you finally got Justin to ask you out? Two weeks ago at that! Two weeks is something you can get over." She let a cold laugh ring through the room.
"Not when you like the person for several years, and wish every single day that he could like you in the same way. Not when everytime you see him it hurts to know that he could never like you in the same way! When he finally tells you he's been feeling the same way about you, it makes it seem like you have been together for a helluva lot longer than you have! Justin and I have been friends for how long? HOW LONG, MOM?! Everyday, every single day I hurt because I didn't think he liked me. Now I find out he does, you pick NOW to go and get interested in his DAD! DID I PISS SOME HIGHER BEING OFF?! WHAT am I repenting for?" I had retreated from my leaning position to a stiff, hold-your-ground position in the doorway. My hands gesticulated even more what I was attempting to get across to her, though I knew it was futile. She would never understand.
I didn't care if she agreed to it or not, I turned and fled back into my room. Once more I slammed the door behind me. Fists balled, I began beating on everything on my bed. Fury seemed to be the one emotion that would throw itself at me full force and at one time. After several minutes of taking all of my anger and frusterations out on my pillows I let one long, pain stricken scream escape my lips before I fell once more to tears on my bed. I didn't care how messed up my bed was, or that I hadn't eaten, I went straight to sleep.
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Justin and I moved everything on Saturday without talking to our parents much at all. The only exchanges of words were that of directions and acknowledgements. We spent our breaks sitting in one of the two yards, barely talking to each other for fear of our parents suspecting something. It all went faster than I had expected it to. Everyone pretty much pitched in what they could without much chatter. In my opinion, I think all families should be on non-speaking terms when they move stuff. It makes it all move faster. We were finished by six that evening. All of us were rather beat, so we ordered a pizza, and went to bed. Justin had aquired the room beside mine, but had to sleep on an air mattress until my mother got all of the office stuff out and his stuff in.
Despite how worn out I was that night, I just couldn't sleep. I lay there for a good hour before I decided to get up and do something. My clock said it was 10:03. I figured it must have been because I was not used to be sleeping this early at night. My mind poured over everything I could do, and none of it sounded appealing. Well, none of it save one thing. I stood up and opened my door. Everything in the house was dark. Our parents were downstairs on the opposite side of the house in my mom's bedroom. I smiled to myself and reached for the handle to Justin's door.
The door opened silently. My smile widened when I saw him laying there on the mattress. He was so cute, all sprawled out. As silently as I could, I reclosed the door and sat down beside Justin. For a few moments all I did was watch him sleep. It sounded so cliche even in my mind, but he looked so at peace as he slept there. I sighed deeply and contentedly. Not realizing it, I leaned forward and kissed his forehead softly. His eyes fluttered open at the contact.
"It so can't be morning yet...?" I giggled softly at his miserable tone.
"No, it's still early night."
"Good, means I can sleeeeeeeeep..." His eyes closed again. I pouted in the darkness. How could he sleep? He didn't do much more than I did. It was only 10! He must have realized I was in here for a reason because he opened his eyes again and was staring at me. "You want something?" He smiled softly.
"A hug?" My smile matched his. He laughed quietly and sat up, outstretching his arms for me to climb into. I did graciously. My arms enclosed around his body, my head resting below his chin. A small but contented smile played across my lips as I sat there with him.
"Anything else, love?" He kissed the top of my head right before I turned my gaze up to his. I thought for a moment then smiled.
"A kiss?" Our lips met a moment later. A soft, tentative but passionate kiss. He pulled me down to lay beside him, our lips never parting on the way. It lingered for a few more moments before we broke. "I could get used to this..." I snuggled close to him.
"So could I." He spoke softly, and kissed my head again. We cuddled for atleast an hour before I got even remotely tired. I knew it would have been horrible for our parents to find us as we were, so I returned to my room.
Despite my disappointment in having to leave, I was all smiles. Perhaps this would work out after all!