A horrible ringing noise woke me up from my beautiful sleep. Opening my eyes, I saw the rain hitting my window and the sun trying to reach me but being blocked by the grey clouds. I picked my phone up from my bedside table and checked the time.
A full hour before school starts. I needed to get up to get ready.
I slipped out of my bed, flattening my peace sign comforter. Reaching for my dresser, I pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I just remember the time I bought this dresser with Chuck. It was an antique, white one at a yard sale. He wanted to get it for me and re-make it. So he did by sanding it down and splattering paint all over it in different colors. It came out beautifully. It certainly did not match the rest of my room, but who cares. I love the dresser; it’s my favorite piece of furniture.
After rushing to the bathroom and doing my essential needs, I ran downstairs with my backpack slung over my shoulder to the dark kitchen.
Since there’s a thunder storm outside, our normally brightly lit kitchen looks like a graveyard instead of the normal royal blue beauty. I grabbed something quick to eat from the fridge and took a five dollar bill from the piggy bank that stood right next to it. My family put our loose change in there, and some bills we haven’t used in a while. It’s the biggest piggy I’ve ever seen! That’s why it stands on the floor with so much cash. There’s probably only about twenty dollars in there.
I start for our front door by turning left from the kitchen, avoiding the stairs. Putting on my converse and jacket; I opened the white door quietly, leaving my family at peace so they could sleep in. Charlie usually picks me up when we go to school so I wonder where he is.
As I start to walk off our front porch, I feel something wet hit my head, than more droplets fall onto my shoulders. How could I forget? It’s a storm our here! The wind pushing me from side to side, sending chills down my spine and rain clashing down against the concrete ground, possibly making imprints. It’s horrible out here. I clutch my hood and pull it over my head. I’m shivering.
I walk back up onto the small porch and sit on the bench on the far right of it. As I shiver, I grab the corners of my jacket and try to wrap myself in it. No use, I’m still freezing. I slipped my phone out of my jean pocket and searched for anything. No texts messages nor calls and I needed to be at school in five minutes. I decided to text Charlie to see what’s going on.
He texted back: I can’t drive in this weather, I’m sorry but I can’t see a foot in front of me! I don’t want to cause a crash, I’m sorry Rena.
Well that’s understandable. I mean look at this weather, it’s like a tsunami came in, wetting everything in its path. I can even consider the fact that a flood may come in.
It’s okay Chuck. I understand. But did you go to school anyway? I’m too afraid because seriously, it is bad out there.
No, I didn’t go to school. I’m waiting till this rain dies down a bit. I’m watching the news now and they are saying our school is closed anyway.
In that case, I walk inside and lock the door. No point of staying out there if there’s nowhere to even go. I slipped my shoes off and placed my soaked jacket on the coat rack that stood next to the door. It only held two other coats, so it fits on it. I walk up the stairs in front of me, headed to my bedroom.
I loved the rain. Personally, I loved it when there was a thunder storm in the first place. Especially in the morning! It’s so cool, I don’t know why, but it is. I like the fact that I wake up so early it’s till dark I guess. Except for the fact it’s not early, it’s only dark because it’s raining. I don’t know; I just love it.
Once I slipped my jeans off and snuggled into my bed, I replied to his message. I couldn’t doze off because I had just woken up, so I looked at my light blue walls as they held pictures of my friends and family, smiling. Pictures of bands and dresses I love.
My phone vibrated against me, signaling another text message.
Serena, get out of bed. It’s time for school.
As usual, mom doing her job. She wanted to make me responsible, so I would start doing this on my own and all she did to make that happen was keep on controlling me. Sometimes I got sick of it but others I was fine. But today was actually a day off so she better believe me when I tell her so.
Mom, the rain closed down the school. Chuck just texted me that. He was watching to weather.
Right away she replied: don’t lie to me Rena.
I’m seriously not lying!!! Even check so yourself!
You go to school young lady, or else!
Oh yeah, send me to school only to find out that no one is there or that I’m dead on the street because you can’t see a foot in front of yourself as you drive. Now I’d rather live, so yeah, I won’t go.
Whatever. Your life.
Not whatever mom! There’s seriously no school! I swear to God there’s no school. Turn on your radio and they’ll tell you.
It is on and they said school is open, so go.
Fine, if you want me to die then fine. In a car accident; sound perfect?
Serena! Don’t use that tone on me!
SCHOOL IS CLOSED MOM. BELIEVE ME. SERIOUSLY. JUST ASK CHUCK. CALL THE SCHOOL. I DON’T CARE. WHATEVER MAKES YOUR BOAT FLOAT. BUT I AM TEELING THE TRUTH! SCHOOL. IS. CLOSED.
I know I’m being harsh, but let’s be rational here. My mother is always like this and all I wanted to tell her is that this is actually that truth. But she never believes me anyway. It’s like she wants me to die or something, seriously. Or maybe not. Okay, she doesn’t want me to die in an accident or anything, but she wants me to “learn from my lessons/mistakes” the only thing I’ll be learning here is that I’ve been a bad child and lied about days off. And that school is telling the truth and it may be great at times.
Serena, don’t sass me young lady. You go to school right now.
But mom! There is absolutely NO SCHOOL.
Seriously mom, you got to kill me like this? Treat me like this? It is killing me, inside. The thought that she really has no trust or faith in me. Okay, she may have faith in me, but the trust is far off today.
Suddenly, I hear stomping coming from the hallway. It’s my mother. Ducking under my covers, I waited for her wrath as she slammed the door open. Every step she took made my heart jump closer to my throat, trying to escape.
“Serena! Get up now!” she yelled, pulling the covers off of me.
“But mom! I told you there isn’t any school today!” I protested, shivering from the cold.
Her brown eyes sent daggers at me, not believing a word I said. She looked real tired, must’ve not gotten enough sleep.
“Don’t play any jokes with me.” She replied sharply.
“I am not playing jokes with you mom!” I hissed right back.
Jumping off my bed, I stood right in front of her. Her breathing was quick and sharp, ready for an attack. This doesn’t shock me though. I pulled from my jean pocket and showed her the text messages.
“He didn’t feel like going to school,” my mom said.
“No, there is no school, he wouldn’t lie.” I replied.
“Anyone can lie Rena,” she said, her tone more nice.
Letting my head fall, I took a deep breath.
“I promise you, this isn’t a lie.”
After that, I showed her the school website. It said that school was closed for two days since the storm is really bad, flooding up Mystic. Even the news recommends no one should drive anywhere for a while under the storm dies down. Until then, we stay inside for this time being.
Sucks for us, doesn’t it.
“I’m sorry Rena,” my mom smiled.
“Its fine, I understand. I’m sorry for getting so worked up about it.” I replied.
She pulled me into a bear hug, her warmth as comforting as can be.
I was tapping away at my computer, writing in my blog. Yes, it’s lame; I do have a blog and even a vlog. But I haven’t recorded in a while so I decided to write it all out. My mind was focused on the writing as Neon Trees beat through my ears. They were the best band to listen to as I wrote, even though they were very powerful they were calming.
A tap on my shoulder made me jump, flinging my earphones off.
“The hell is wrong with you! Don’t bother me when I write!” I yelled, not even noticing the person who did it.
“Chill Rena, it’s just me.” Charlie said from behind me.
I spun my chair to look at him sitting on my daybed with the biggest grin on his face.
“Sorry about that, but you know yourself that you shouldn’t bother me when I write.” I smiled.
Pushing myself closer to my bed, I took hold of Charlie’s hands in mine. That made him smile even brighter, landing his lips on mine. The fireworks came back and the pit of my stomach burned with emotions. His soft lips made me smile as we kept on kissing.
“I’m going to miss this, you know.” He said once we stopped.
Our foreheads touched as did our noses. I could feel his breath fall on my face, the smell of mint running through my nose.
“I’m going to miss this too,” I agreed.
Closing his eyes, he closed the gap between us, making my heart rate speed up. But this time when he kissed me, it was different. It was strong and passionate. I could feel all his feeling blast through my lips. His tongue opened my mouth and our tongue’s danced with each other. I was feeling heat run through me as we continued to kiss. My hands ran up through his hair as his trailed my back, pulling me onto his lap. Trying to get me closer than he possibly can.
I felt his body press against mine as I pulled his shirt off. Mine went with it.
Oh my God. This is getting too intense for me. I mean, it’s getting really far. My breathing can’t even catch up to the beating of my heart. If I were a car, I would probably die by now. The speed limit being a slight suggestion.
His lips moved from mine to my neck, making my heart stop. I was panting and so was he. It was about one hundred degrees in here.
“Wait,” I whispered.
He didn’t seem to hear me as he kissed me all the way down my body. Man was this nice.
“Chuck,” I tried again.
I didn’t want to go too far with this even thought at the same time I did. My heart was saying yes but my body was saying no.
This time he heard me, his head bolting up from my chest. His face was flushed with pink.
“I don’t think I’m ready for this,” I admitted.
He smiled anyway, not disappointed at all. I even think he was a bit relieved.
“It’s alright, I still think this was amazing.” He replied, looking me straight in the eyes.
“It definitely was,” I smiled.
I want to kiss him again so badly.
I didn’t have to say anything because the lust still lay in his sky blue eyes as he kissed me again. My lids shut, loving the taste of him.
This time he pulled away quickly, making sure we wouldn’t go any farther.
Thankfully, no one was at my house except the both of us. I gave him the keys to my house so he would be able to some in at anytime. Like now. My sibilings? Well my brother was at college, my sister at her friend’s house and my baby brother was with her. He’s only five but my sister was eleven so she could occupy him with her friends little brother who was around the same age. They are next door because of the rain, they can’t go far. My parents were with them. I didn’t go because I wanted to stay home.
“I didn’t realize how wet you are! Did you walk in the rain?” I asked.
“Yeah, I really wanted to be with you.” He held my face in his hands.
“Wow, you went far to just be with me.” I said.
His face was the most beautiful thing for me. He was the only guy I’ve ever loved so much and I’m only seventeen years old.
He kissed me again.
“I missed your taste,” he smiled.
“What’s my taste?” I chuckled.
“Strawberries,” he replied with another kiss.
I think he really wanted to get farther than we are now. Maybe because of the move. He didn’t want to lose me too quickly. He will never lose me.
“You taste like peppermint,” I said.
“Really?”
“Yeah, I love it.”
Now I kissed him and made it long and passionate. Making him know he will never lose me. He added more kisses and I did the same. We were making out again, but I didn’t stop. I never stopped him. Our clothes flew off as his hands ran down to my bra strap. My hands were unbuttoning his jeans.
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