Lights dimly lit. Very loud music. Young boys and girls dancing
with each other. Yes, I was in a party. I was sitting beside my
best friend on a very comfortable couch, watching our other
friends dance crazily. Our male friend, Jake, decided to throw a
party since his parents decided to go to the Bahamas to have a
romantic time together (yes, Jake told us all that). I'm
surprised though that his parents left him home alone. They know
that he always throws parties whenever they're not home.
How do they know? Well, imagine this. You come back into your
house which you left tidy and organized before leaving to
wherever you went to. You see about 35 teenagers sprawled on your
couches and floor. Chairs are upside down and YOUR SON is lying
on your dining table, completely knocked out. Now would you
decide to leave him home alone ever again? I know that I
wouldn't. But Jake's parents on the other hand, think that
they're only giving him the freedom which he deserves. Please.
"Okay guys, it's time for spin-the-bottle!" Jake called. I shrank
back into the couch. My best friend, Karen, noticed. And she knew
the reason why.
"Oh come on, Nicole. You can't just sit here while everybody else
is having fun," Karen urged with a huge grin on her face. It's
just spin-the-bottle right? No big deal. Wrong. You don't just
kiss someone when the bottle lands on you. You have to do crazy
things. Jake invented this new style of spin-the-bottle. And the
evil thing is that if it's your first time, they don't tell you
how the game really goes. They let you happily join the
circle. But when the bottle lands on you, that's when you get it.
Trust me, I know. On my first and only time, I had to
tousle up my hair and run around the house screaming like a mad
woman. I had to do it. Or else they would do torturous
things to me that I would definitely remember. And… my crush at
the time was right there. I sulked at the remembrance of it.
"Oh no, Karen. I am not playing that game again. I'll
just watch you play. Yeah, that's right. You can go on ahead," I
nodded frantically. Karen gave me one of her disapproving frowns.
Oh great. Here it comes.
"Fine then. Don't talk to me on our way home," she 'hmphed' and
turned her back on me, crossing her arms on her chest. Whenever
she says that, she always means it. And it is TORTURE not talking
to Karen, even for a minute. I'm beginning to wonder if she cast
a spell on me.
"Let's go then," I sighed. Karen's grin immediately returned and
she grabbed my hand and started to pull me towards the already
large circle. Apparently there were people who enjoyed
the game a lot more than I did.
"Hey!" My other buddy, Adrianne wrapped her arms around me and
Karen. I nudged her on her side as a reply. Though I looked
excited, I was beyond nervous inside. At the moment, my worst
enemy was that green tinted bottle. I watched with wide eyes as
Jake spinned the bottle. I kept on chanting 'don't land on me,
don't land on me' in my mind. The bottle went around the first
time. It didn't land on me. Second time. It didn't land on me.
About 20 minutes later, the game was over. I was grinning from
ear to ear because the bottle didn't land on me even once. After
that, we did A LOT more partying. So much that I didn't keep
track of time.
"I think it's time for me to go home," I said to Karen when it
finally dawned on me that it was very late. I quickly grabbed
Karen's hand and looked at her watch. It was 1:52 am. When Karen
saw the time, her eyes widened.
"Oh no!" Karen quickly grabbed my hand and started pulling us
toward the front door. "Dad's going to explode!" Adrianne stopped
us before we could reach for the door knob.
"You guys aren't gonna say good-bye?" She had on a pout.
"I'm so sorry Adrianne, but we have to go. I'm not ready for one
of my dad's lectures," Karen said. She gave Adrianne a quick air
kiss before pulling me out the front door. I frowned because I
didn't get a chance to say good-bye. Do not ever be with Karen
when she's in a hurry."
Karen didn't stop running with me being dragged along until we
reached the street where we go our separate ways. As expected,
neither Karen nor I looked tired at all. I've always found that
strange. Whenever I run or perform an activity that's supposed to
be tiring, I find myself feeling perfectly fine. I've noticed the
same thing with Karen.
"I wish I could've stayed longer," Karen sighed. I playfully
patted her shoulder.
"That's one of the wishes that will probably never come true," I
grinned at Karen who was glaring at me.
"It will come true one day," she said. She stretched briefly.
"Well, gotta run," she said before giving me an air kiss. I
returned it and than Karen jogged away toward her house.
"Bye!" I called after her. She waved her hand, letting me know
that she heard me.
I stood there for a while, watching Karen until I couldn't see
her anymore, and then started to walk the opposite direction
toward my house. While walking, I suddenly had this very uneasy
feeling which turned into a sharp pain in my head. But I took it
as a headache since I partied so hard. Sadly, the pain didn't
leave me. It went with me to the front door of my house. Stupid
I took out my keys which were on a half heart keychain. The other
heart belonged to my non-blood-related sister, Karen. I quickly
opened the door.
"Mom, I'm home!" I called as I threw the door open.
"Ouch, honey. You don't have to yell. I'm right here," my mom,
who was laying on the couch, snapped at me.
"I know that. I just did it to annoy you," I said, grinning
triumphantly. I walked over to the couch and plopped down beside
my mom. She was watching Elf, which made me cock an eyebrow.
"It's nowhere near Christmas, mom," I met my mom's glare.
"No, it's not. But it's 2:21 am and you're just coming back from
a party!" A bored expression immediately appeared on my face.
Here we go again.
"You should be happy that I'm home and not sleeping over at some
guy's house, mom," I said. I knew that what I just said would
upset my mom even more. But I said it anyway. I just love making
my mom angry. Plus I know that she's going to be all happy again
in about 3 minutes. But Mom isn't bipolar or anything. She's
just… gifted… at changing moods very fast. Yeah...
"Oh, don't give me that nonsense. The only time you'll be doing
that is when you're FULLY grown and out on your own," Mom's glare
was harder. But her eyes popped open when she saw the impossibly
wide grin firmly planted on my face.
"Really?" I asked, very excited.
"No. I take that back," Mom said.
I pouted. Mom is always so protective. I'll be lucky if Mom
doesn't scare away any guy who wants to marry me.
"You might just be a little too late," I said. I just had to get
"Excuse me? What was that?" Mom was halfway up from the chair. I
only sighed and shook my head. Sheesh. Don't kill me now.
"Calm down Mom. Now would your sweet, innocent daughter ever do
that?" I placed a light kiss on my mom's cheek. She hugged me by
the shoulders and shook me playfully.
"You're trying me, Nicole," she said. I only smiled and
stretched. Sleep and its little 5-inch finger nailed demons were
scratching at my eyeballs. But it wasn't because it was late or
anything. I'm usually the liveliest when it's nighttime. But I
guess the party took a lot out of me.
"Good night Mom. I need some sleep," I yawned and got up from the
"Night sweetie," Mom replied.
I went up the staircase that was just a couple of feet from the
couch I just got up from and got unto the second floor where my
room was. I opened the door and went into my very welcoming room.
The first thing my eyes landed on was my bed. Okay, looks like
I'll have to skip nighttime shower. I need to get on that bed!
I immediately started to take off my shirt but froze when I
noticed something that was quite disturbing. The breeze from
outside was blowing my window curtain. My window was open. It
wasn't supposed to be open since I made sure that it was
locked before I left for the party. And I have very good
memory because I can even remember how I locked it. Okay, let's
just hope that Mom decided to take a nap and instead of going
into her room which was downstairs, she chose to go up the stairs
and come into my room. Yes, that would do.
I made my way toward the window to close it and that same feeling
I got when walking home returned. And once again, it turned into
a sharp pain in my head. I clutched my forehead and gritted my
teeth. Gosh, I didn't party that hard now. Managing to
ignore my throbbing head, I continued toward the window. Once
there, I poked my head through it just to make sure that there
wasn't anything out of place outside. And of course, everything
was just fine, so I closed the window.
A cold shower might just be needed because the headache was
beginning to scare me. Anyway, I turned to continue my previous
task of taking off my shirt but I hurled myself back against the
window at the sight of something very frightening. In front of me
was some kind of… creature. It… he had long
crimson colored hair that reached his waist. It was in a ponytail
that looked like it was once neat. His eyes were a very deep
violet that could just be black. He had three stripes that went
from his left cheek to under his chin. The stripes were the same
color as his hair. He was wearing black pants and a dark blue
dress shirt. His appearance was very alarming.
"Who… who are you?" I could feel my heart pounding. The
man-creature took a step toward me which made me let out a little
yelp and I basically sat on my window pane. Seeing my reaction,
the man-creature moved back.
"I do not want…" But the man-creature was cut off before he could
finish his sentence. One moment the man-creature was in front of
me and the next moment he was lying unconscious against the wall
toward my left.
He had been… attacked by what looked like a black orb.
As much as I didn't want to see where that orb came from, I still
turned toward my right. At that very moment I'm sure that I
stopped breathing. Only the extremely uncomfortable feeling of
carbon dioxide fighting to escape made me draw in a shaky breath.
I was totally entranced by the being standing not too far from
me. He had hair dark as night that cascaded unto his shoulders
and strange grey-colored eyes that completely captured me. His
unusually pale skin had no blemish whatsoever.
Just as sudden as the man-creature was attacked, this new
mysterious man was suddenly standing mere inches from me.
Frightened of the man's incredible speed, I moved further back
unto the window, which put me at my own doom. The man closed the
distance between us, basically gluing him unto me. But I stupidly
remained there, just digging my way deeper into his luring orbs.
He wrapped an arm securely around my waist while he placed his
free hand on the back of my head. Slowly, but surely, he leaned
down until his cold yet soft lips caught mine which were already
parted and waiting for him (stupid lips). I don't know what got
over me but I completely lost my sanity at that very moment. I
buried my fingers into his thick hair and pulled him closer. Our
lips battled with one another until he gently nipped my bottom
lip, asking for entrance. With desire clouding my rational mind,
I gave him access into my mouth and our tongues began their
Tongue and hands. That was all I could think of. That was all my
mind would let me think of. I felt the man's hand leave my waist.
I felt it slide sensually down to rest on my upper thigh. He
lifted my thigh and I knew what to do (well, what I thought was
what to do). I wrapped my leg around one of his and removed my
hand from the tangle I made with his hair. My hand slid around to
clutch the back of his shirt as he began to trail wet kisses down
Lips and clothes. Clothes that were separating us. I closed my
eyes and enjoyed the feeling that was developing in me. The
feeling that this stranger was creating in me. As I closed my
eyes, I felt myself drifting. Just drifting. And soon enough, I
felt myself losing consciousness. But I was not in pain. Oh no. I
was no where near pain. I lost consciousness with the thought of
the man caressing me stationed inside of my mind.