Kissing Death Book One: Opposites Attract

"I had a really great time tonight with you Ricky, " I said, leaning on my doorway.

 After another fabulous date with Ricky, I was completely healed of my earlier distresses. I dont know why I was so sad over Sam before. I had Ricky and one guy is all this girl needs.

"Me too," he said, and and gave me a light pat on the shoulder.

"Oh please. You need to stop being such a gentleman," I said, coming closer to him.

 I grabbed his V-neck tee shirt with both of my hands.

"Sometimes I dont want to be treated like some daffodil. Sometimes, I want to live over the edge and get a little dangerous," I continued, our bodies close to touching. "Sometimes I don't just want a kiss on the cheek or on the forehead."

"Oh yeah? What do you want?"

"I think you know what I want. You just want me to beg." This was like the millionth date we've had and he's never made a move on me. Never once kissed me on the mouth, or anywhere that would tell we were actually dating.

"Just so I'm not confused, why dont you show me."

 I rolled my eyes. He was such a tease. I closed the remaining space between our bodies and pressed my mouth to his. That's all I needed to do. He got the hint and moved his hand towards the back of my head grasping my hair, firmly but not too tight. I thanked God for using my good conditioner today, leaving my hair silky smooth and tangle-free. I followed suit, running my hands through his short spiky jet black hair. All real.

 The kiss started off smooth and innocent but soon the pace picked up and I tasted his warm tongue. He was a very good kisser. I matched every gesture he did precisely and in the end it got a little too dangerous. I broke away first, gasping for breath but he started to kiss down the side of my face towards my neck. His a little too sharp teeth started to graze my skin and I couldn't believe what happened next.

 We heard a knock coming from the window. It was my mom in her flannel sea green nightgown, once again ruining the moment. She motioned for us to cut it out and me to come inside. I stuck out a hand a motioned five more minutes. I wanted to see where this would go with this new found Ricky. Parents not being able to understand English, I dont know why I expected her to understand. She came outside and practically dragged my ass inside. Ricky fought a smile and apparently lost, giving me a weak wave.

I managed to whisper,"Movie at my place on Saturday." He nodded and walked to his convertible.

"Mom nothing was going on out there," I whined.

"That's not what it looked like to me," she replied in that motherly way. "For you to ignore me when I said to come inside, and have me hold your hand and drag you is inexcuseable. It's way past curfew, young lady."

 I quickly glanced at the clock to check the facts. I was three hours past curfew. It was 1:10. That was probably why my mom wasn't all that mad. She knew I was going to suffer in the morning.

"Ok I'm sorry and I wont ever do it again," I said, faking shame.

"You bet you wont. Two weeks grounded, one week no Ricky. Just because I remember what it was like when I was a teenager not so long ago, I'll let what was going on slide. Next time, you'll get more than just a grounding. Now go upstairs and change out of the hooker outfit you got on. It would be less noticeable to walk around naked than wear that thing. Is that the fashion these days?"

 I stifled a laugh and trudged upstairs. I changed into my comfy 100% cotton pajamas, and fell straight to sleep.

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 We were still riding in that motorcycle. I grabbed hard onto Jack, tasting his hair as I screamed. Not pleasant. We had to be breaking trafic laws; there was no way you were allowed to drive this fast in a motorcycle. Fortunately we soon stopped at the place he was taking me to: an old beat up diner.

"If I'd known this was worth dying, I probably would have stayed in granny's field," I said, a little surprised this was the reason still pulling hair out of my mouth, and rubbing dust off my helmet.

"I thought you'd remember this place. After all this is your dream," he said, mysteriously.

"Cut the mysterious 'I'm an enigma' crap and tell me why we're here. Am I having my own episode of a Christmas Carol? Do I need to donate a kidney or build a house or something?"

"Well I cold tell you but that wouldn't be any fun," he said, placing his and my helmet on the seat of his death on wheels. He held out an arm for me, in a hookish way. "Shall we?"

 I ignored the arm and walked straight to the diner with a closed mid, examining it's features.

"I'm not ordering any food from here considering this place is abandoned," I commented.

 Cobwebs and dust decorated the place. The dirt road was prettier than this crap shack. An odd odor pervaded the air. Either it was from the open bathroom which looked worse than the boy's bathroom at my school {not that I would know} or it was from the years supply of dirty dishes in the sink. I rather go pee near and tree and use a leaf as toilet paper than go in there.

 I walked over to the cash register. It had four coins in it, a spider, and more cobwebs. Careful not to agitate the spider, lifted the coins up and examined them. Oh it was all coming back to me now.

"Why am I here?" I asked, my voiced losing it's usual cool.

"You know why."

"Stop doing that! I don't know what is happening but I want to leave right now."

 Jack cleared a seat and sat down examining me.

"You're sick. I'm definately not staying here long enough to get to know you better."

 I ran from the resturant as fast as I could never stopping. Jack was in front of me in a minute. Not surprising considering this is a nightmare. A tv screen popped out of no where hanging in the sky. It played back my entire life. I couldn't move. I had to get out. I had to get out now.

 I was ten and fighting Sam. He was winning. I was walking across the street and the car hit me. I was in a permanent coma. Ricky hated me. He was never real.

"NO NO NO," I screamed. These were my memories all twisted. Jack was just examining me.

 I leant in to kiss Ricky and he pushed me a way. He would rather go out with Courtney.

"NO I AM NOT STAYING HERE ANY MORE! THIS DREAM IS OVER," I shouted. Wind started to erupt.

 I woke up screaming in my own bed. My mom was by my side trying to calm me down. Everything was getting hot, and I was having trouble breathing. I was gasping for air which once flowed so easily through my lungs. My chest was hurting. Soon everything faded from blurry to black.