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Where Home Really Is

Novel By: FrootLoop246
Young adult



***Comeplete***
Jordyn Hamilton is having the summer of her life in her coastal California hometown. But things are about to change for the sixteen-year-old surfer/dancer. Thanks to a recently found will, her family is moving cross country to rural Pennsylvania, where Jordyn is convinced she doesn't belong. Soon, she's noticed by the hot, senior, football QB, and put on the black list of her popular classmate Ashley.

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Submitted:Dec 25, 2012    Reads: 124    Comments: 0    Likes: 3   


Chapter Twenty-Nine

Cole drove her down Lake Road, passed the many beaches and recreation sites, until they pulled up into Lookout Point. It was deserted, wooded, and looked pretty abandoned, like no one came here at all.

"Ever since they opened the new marinas and parks along the lake where there's beaches and stuff, no one comes here anymore," Cole said when they got out of the car. "But I think this is the best part of the lake."

Jordyn agreed. This was the first time she'd been to Lookout Point, thought it was close to her house, but her dad had told them all that this was the place back in the day for parking. She told Cole, and he laughed.

"Yeah, it was," he affirmed. "My dad told me the same thing. Apparently, it's still pretty popular for that. Looks like we got lucky tonight. No one's up here doing the dirty to mess up my plans."

She laughed and followed him to an iron picnic table close to the fence that lined the cliff overlooking the lake. It was dark, being that the site was pretty deserted, and there wasn't much upkeep. No street lamps, just the moonlight showing their way. Thank goodness it was a clear night.

"It's so peaceful out here," Jordyn said, noting how quiet it was, barred the sounds of frogs, crickets, a dog barking in the distance. She even heard an owl not too far from them.

"Yeah, it is," Cole said, sitting on the picnic table, his feet on the bench. He took her hand, and pulled her up beside him. "I know you don't think of Cedarwood as much. I don't blame you. I know this has to be a world away from what you're used to in California."

"It's OK," she said, shrugging. "I mean, it's not so bad. Getting better, actually."

"Ty said you were pretty apprehensive about moving. You didn't want to come here, right?"

"Not really," Jordyn chuckled, looking out at the lake water, black, still, calm underneath the moonlight. "But I think I just had a visual of what I thought it was going to be like here, and I didn't want to leave everything I've ever known. My friends. The beach. But this town really does have a lot more to offer than I thought it did."

"Like what?" Cole asked.

"Real people for one thing," she laughed. "I don't know, it's like, people are nicer here. I feel so welcome."

"Well, you are," he said, nudging her.

Their fingers were still entwined. Jordyn looked down at them, smiling. She'd had the most wonderful night, she thought. She was starting to love the way his hand felt against hers. He'd held it pretty much all night.

"So, I've had a lot of fun tonight, Cole," she told him after a couple of minutes of silence. "Thanks."

He smiled. "I had fun, too, Jordyn. I'm glad you said yes."

She grinned sheepishly, biting her bottom lip. "Me, too."

He slid his arm around her shoulder, tugging her closer. She gave in, leaning against him, inhaling his strong male scent, a mixture of some type of detergent, and Axe. He rubbed her arm, then when she turned to look at him, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled.

She liked the way he looked at her. His eyes were warm, his mouth turned up in a small, lazy smile, as if he were looking at something with great appreciation. And she liked it. It wasn't awkward, like it was when boys back in California looked at her with lust, their eyes locking on her breasts. Nothing was awkward about the way he watched her.

"You're so beautiful," he told her. He leaned forward, and she just knew he wanted to kiss her, but the first move was sudden, and small enough to give her indication of what he wanted to do.

She chuckled softly. "You can kiss me if you want," she told him.

He smiled, and this time, without hesitation, he leaned all the way forward, and the moment his lips touched hers, she was in heaven.

Jordyn had only kissed 3 boys in her whole life. Her first kiss was on the playground at her elementary school, when she was nine. It was a truth or dare challenge, and at that age, like today, Jordyn didn't back down from a challenge. She kissed her ninth grade study partner, Justin, while working on a science project together, then when they started "going together" they kissed lots more. Her third was Ryan. Ugh. Enough said about him. She realized now, with Cole's lips pressed to hers, she realized the fourth boy was the best.

Cole turned his body toward hers, and put his hands on her cheeks, stroking with his thumbs, and instinctively, she put hers on his strong biceps, leaning further into the kiss, opening her mouth when he probed her lips with his tongue.

Jordyn felt herself melting into him, making out right there on the picnic bench at Lookout Point like she'd been kissing boys her entire life. It wasn't so hard when she had a partner who knew what he was doing. Not that she had a lot of experience herself, she realized he was good at this.

They stayed a little longer, kissing under the stars, then at 10:50, they left and he drove her home.

"I wish we had more time," she admitted with a smile, putting her hands in the back pockets of her jeans as they stood on her front porch.

"Yeah, so do I," he said with a smile. "I had fun, Jordyn. I want to see you again, OK?"

"Monday morning at school?" she teased.

He laughed. "Yes. But I was thinking maybe a little more after school, too. If that's OK."

She reached up, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "That's more than OK, Cole. I'd love to."

"There are these little downtown movies on Thursday nights in Cedarwood," he continued. "Really cheesy, but a lot of people go. It's something to do, you know? Free, kind of fun. I thought maybe you'd want to go sometime."

"It sounds fun. I'd love to. You're teaching me a lot about Cedarwood. Why stop at the Creamery?"

He laughed. "Yeah, you're right."

They got quiet, and he leaned in, kissing her. She had a feeling she could get used to kissing Cole Anderson. She really liked it. Who knew the date would have gone so well?

She deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slid back into her mouth like he'd kissed her back at Lookout Point.

They heard the sound of an engine rumbling behind them, and regrettably on Jordyn's part, Cole pulled away.

She didn't see her brother's car, but she recognized the sound of the Mustang, and she could see the headlights coming down the driveway.

"Well, I guess that's my cue," he said with a chuckle, sneaking one more kiss. "I'll call you tomorrow, if that's OK."

She smiled. "Yes, that would be great."

He smiled just as Ty's Mustang came into view. "See you, Jordyn."

"See you, Cole," she replied. He started across the yard, meeting Ty halfway as he walked from the Mustang. They shook hands, spoke for a moment, then Cole got in his BMW and drove away.

"Hey, there," Ty said with a smile as he approached her. "Have fun?"

Jordyn smiled and nodded, watching Cole's taillights until they'd disappeared from sight. "Yeah. I really did."

"You going out again?" Ty asked, opening the door and sliding the key into the lock.

"I really, really hope so."





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