Kissing Death Book One: Opposites Attract

"Oh honey I am so happy you decided to join us, even though we're having dinner rather early," my mom said for the fourth time.

"Well Ricky was just so convincing, I couldn't refuse," I said through gritted teeth. I was eating my second bowl of shrimp scampi soup and I could not deny that this was absolutely the best thing I had ever tasted.

We were sitting in the kitchen eating dinner on a fold out table. I could tell my mom was a little embarrassed that we didn't have anything fancier to offer our guest of honor. Our uninvited guest of honor. Ricky was just fine about it and didn't look offended at all. My mom thought Ricky was oh so perfect. She adored him. I couldn't blame her. I fell for that same trick. I wish I could talk to someone about Ricky, confide in anyone even my mother.

"At first I didn't exactly approve of this relationship, especially after Candy's last boyfriend. He treated her horribly, her grades dropped, he broke her heart," my mom started. One minute she's talking about dinner the next, giving my former boyfriend my life story.

"Oh my God, mom!" I screamed.

Confide in anyone even my mother. My stupid, random mother will be the last on my list of people to confide in. Even the hobo across the street will know before her.

She continued like she didn't even hear me. "And we had to move like five states away just for her to get over it. Unfortunately, she got bullied and harrassed during those years, and when we came back he was still here though..."

"Please, please, please shut up mom. God this is so embarrassing," I complained.

Ricky sat there with a mix of emotions. Uncomfortable, entertained, jealousy, silently laughing his ass off, you get what I mean. If I had the choice I would kill my mom rather than Ricky. I was that pissed off and embarrassed.

"I thought that it was the same thing again but knew if I tried to stop her, then that would just make things worse. You kids did seem to be going a little too fast though, but compared to her other relationship with Sam you guys were snails. Anyway long story short you have my blessing."

I lost my appetite. In fact I was going to throw up. Oh my gosh she said his name. How could she?

"I hate you," I growled and ran up the stairs.

"Oh don't be like that. It's not like I told him you had sex with him. Wait, oops."

I slammed my door shut, locked it, and packed up my stuff in record time. My mom kept knocking on the door apologizing, blaming it all on the white wine Ricky brought over. Was it weird how a grown woman would take alchohol from a minor, or was it just me? I didn't respond, she was the last person I wanted to talk to. Even if Ricky was still my boyfriend and I still cared about what he thought about me, I well, I don't know. I didn't want him know my past but it's not like I really did care about what he thought about me but I kind of did. Did that make any sense?

My mom was still knocking on the door bhy the time I was done so just walking out of my room was out of the question. I checked the time. 6:03. Yikes, I couldn't just wait her out. I would have to take the window. The problem was I lived three floors up and it was a long drop down. Well not really but you catch my drift. I fell I break something.

I opened my window and looked downwards. I could maybe make it the tree and shimmy my way down, but it would take time and carefulness not to get dirty. And die of course. I hooked my duffel back around my neck, glad that I packed lightly and reached one arm out into the open. I felt around until i came in contact with one of the branches-- a sharp one-- and held on tightly. I took a deep breath and then I jumped.

This might of been one of my stupidest decisions yet, but I ended up hanging off the branch. The next branch was another ten feet down. I definitely didn't think this one through. I wrapped my legs around the rough bark of the tree and tried to shimmy down glad I was wearing unripped jeans. By the time I got down they wouldn't be unripped anymore.

Slowly I eased my way down until I got to the very last branch. I could see the ground clearer now. Just a couple more slides...

"Pretty good, not as fast and efficient as me, but pretty good timing for a human," I heard a voice say out of nowhere.

In case you didn't know, when you are barely hanging onto a tree you're not supposed to jump. I made that mistake. I felt the branch scrape my leg and waist as I fell. Ricky caught me before I hit the ground.

"Ow, why do you have to sneak up on my all the time?" I asked, and gripped my waist.

"Sorry it's a habbit and keeps things interesting don'tcha think?" Ricky chuckled and carried me over to his car. He laid me in his back seat. "God so much blood in the air, it's like being in a cafe with so many delicious smells combined to make one beautiful, enticing scent."

"That's it I'm leaving," I said and tried to get up. I groaned in pain but still managed to make it into a sitting position. Ricky pushed me back down.

"Mind if I just have a teenie tiny taste and then I drive you over to your friend's house?" Ricky asked, hovering on top of me.

"Do I have a choice?" I asked.

"Not really," he said pulling up the side of my t-shirt.

"Ok dude I don't know what time period you're from but you have got to stop pulling up and down my clothes, especially without permission. Besides it's just a scratch on my waist, not really bleeding. It's my knee that's the problem," I said, tucking my shirt inside my jeans.

"Fine," he grumbled and lowered his mouth to the ripped denim.

I felt the usual burning but this time it was kind of different. It gave me a tingly feeling, almost...pleasurable? It hurt a lot less, and felt more comfortable and nicer with each passing second. I moaned.

Ricky stopped. "Does it hurt?" he asked, concerned.

"Um yeah," I lied. I looked at my knee it was healed already anyway.

"Ok. I'll drive you to your friend's house," he said and was already in the front seat when I blinked.

I just laid there in the backseat, dazed and wondering what just happened.