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Hi, my name is Jackson
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 | Blackened Eyes and Phony Smiles [03] |
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 5 with 1 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-10-01 08:16:13 |
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- Adelaide Hopkins, her view.
“So make up your own ending.”
I woke early, for whatever reason. Beside me, Clara was still asleep, wrapped in most of the blankets. I rose slowly, crawling to the end of the bed and slipping out, careful not to disturb my slumbering friend as I did. I passed a hand across my eyes as I sat on the end of the bed a moment longer then, somewhat unsteadily, I rose to my feet and drew that same hand through my hair. It was knotted. A tangled nest. I must've tossed and turned somewhat during the night. I still felt tired. My body ached, almost every inch, as if I'd slept on a bed of nails rather than Clara's blissfully soft mattress. I let myself into the bathroom and showered quickly before returning to Clara's room and sifting through my bag.
With a pair of tights and a baggy green shirt, that could possibly pass as a short dress, I stepped back into the bathroom. It didn't look as if two men, as well as Clara, lived here. The bathroom was littered with most of Clara's things, and a couple of her brother's deodrants. I sprayed one beneath my arms before running the brush through my hair and applying a dash of eyeliner. I wasn't really one for makeup, but Clara enjoyed it, and when I stayed, more often than not, I left her place in the morning looking considerably decent. Girlfriend material, Clara claimed. Tammy simply said I looked more like a supermodel than normal, seeing as supermodels had a tendancy to wear makeup.
“Shxt, sorry, Ade.”
I jumped, spinning to face Derek as he stood in the doorway, a brow cocked. There was an amused smile on his lips, lingering there for a moment as he stepped in. His scrawny frame was covered in only a pair of boxers than hung from his slim hips. I smiled loosely at him before glancing at the mirror, away from his face and the love bites decorating his neck and collarbones. “You know, Derek, maybe when you have visitors you should wear more. At least, when you get up.”
“Shut up, Ade. It's not like you've never seen a half naked guy before.” I flushed at this, turning and slapping his shoulder in response to the comment. He laughed. A light, airy sound that make my stomach flutter. He winked playfully at me before tilting his head, biting at his lower lip for a moment or two. “I didn't know you be up, anyway. But, you do look pretty good. Delicious, even. Are you cooking breakfast, then?”
“What've you got?” I quizzed.
“Dad bought a couple of pancake mixes. Especially for when you stay.” Derek teased, crossing his arms as he perched on the edge of the bath. I laughed softly and headed for the door, pausing to glance over my shoulder at him. He raised an eyebrow slowly, playfully, and waited. I rolled my eyes at him. “I don't see why Clara keeps you around.”
“It's the other way around. She pays me to hang around.” I quipped, “Have a shower, and I'll consider making breakfast.”
xxxx
In the end, I did make breakfast. Clara slept through it, but I made certain to leave some in the oven, warming, for when she finally woke. I ate with Derek and Mr Hues, before Mr Hues left for school. Derek, being his usual self, only bothered pulling on a pair of baggy jeans to make it to the breakfast table. His messy black hair hadn't even be touched with a brush, and when I offered, he held up his hands and threatened to tickle me. For whatever reason, I told him that if he ever did, I'd murder him. Somehow, with a lot of muted squealing on my part, we wound up in his bedroom. I was pinned to his bed, with Derek perched over me, with my arms held at the wrists above my head.
“Well, I never knew you wanted me that badly,” I teased. “Your poor sister. She'll be devasted. Her bestfriend and her brother. Imagine how awkward that would be.”
“Now is really not the time to be a smart arxe, Ade.” Derek laughed, shifting his grip on my wrists to one hand as the other came to rest against my side, his fingers drawing across my ribs so I squirmed and bucked beneath his grip. He was laughing at my attempts to break free, the amusement shining in his olive-green eyes. I glared up at him, squirming a little more as his hand drew lower on my side, coming to rest on my hip. I felt my breath catch as Derek's head lowered slightly, his lips mere inches from mine. “What would you do, say, if I did want you.”
“Die of shock.” I offered, “And then, perhaps, come back and murder you. For murdering me. Even if it was unintentional. And then, maybe...”
His lips descended over mine, sending the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy. His other hand left my wrists, coming instead to rest against my cheek as he lowered his body against mine. His skin was warm, even through the material of my shirt I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. Derek's lips moved softly, his tongue brushing lightly across my lower lip before he drew the fold of flesh into his mouth, sucking on it lightly until I moaned. I brushed my hands along his side, stroking his chest briefly before I realised what I'd just done and recoiled. He laughed against my lips. The sound was muffled and rather breathless. It was enough to made me gasp, giving his tongue a chance to dart between my lips.
“Ade, we're going to be late!”
We sprung apart, like two naughty children, and I scrambled out from under him. I bit my lip as I stepped out of his room, hurrying into the kitchen and filling a glass with water. I could still feel his warmth, seeping through my skin to tinge my body with his very essence. I glared at my glass of water before I tipped it out, hurrying out into the hallway and into Clara's room. I grabbed my bag, swinging it onto my shoulder. She was halfway out of the bathroom, applying a rather red lipgloss that stained her lips. I rolled my eyes and mumbled something before ducking out the front door, my cheeks flushed crimson. I'd kissed her brother. My bestfriend's brother. Surely, there was some law against that? |
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