Chapter 2:

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Narcissa headed to her parents' place on Delm Street. She rang the door bell and her youngest sister, Wendy, opened the door. Wendy was sixteen and was a closest to Narcissa than their middle sister, Trudy. \"Hey, sis\" Wendy gave Narcissa a one arm hug and they headed to the sitting room where her parents, George and Adele Colden sat. George Colden owned half the business in town, the other half was owned by Loch Polson. Adele was the junior league volunteer kind of lady, something she wished her daughters would copy her in. Trudy was all for it, but Narcissa and Wendy were rebels. Wendy was a dancer and a surfer. Narcissa was the wild one, she loved motorcycles and Jet-Ski's. She had a place of her own and made her own living, but if she was short on cash she asked her parents for a loan, she had a very good relationship with her parents. Her eldest brother, Michael-referred to as Mick- was the one who was to take over the business, and he was already working for George. \"Hello\" Narcissa greeted them as she sat down next to her mom. \"Thank you for remembering us, Narcissa\" Adele said sarcastically. \"I'm here now, right?\" \"We have bad news\" \"What?\" \"Loch Polson died yesterday\" her mother paused for a bit. \"The funeral is private, but we're going to console his wife and kids, can you stay here with your sisters till we get back from Washington?\" \"Mom, we don't need a baby-sitter\" Wendy moaned. \"I'll feel better if she stays with you, Wendy, please\" \"Okay with me\" Narcissa said. \"Stay over tomorrow, then\" \"Sure\" Narcissa was silent for a bit then asked. \"Who runs Loch's business?\" \"His son, Sebastian\" Wendy chuckled and Narcissa asked. \"Are you crushing on him or something?\" \"He's thirty-three, she can't be\" Adele answered. \"Then why the chuckle?\" Narcissa asked. \"He's married to this twenty-five year old\" Wendy couldnt help smiling. \"Boy, is she lucky\" \"Why? 'cause he's rich?\" \"No, 'cause he's freakin' hot\" \"Wendy!\" Adele exclaimed. \"Give her a break ma\" Narcissa laughed. \"We all talked like that when we were teenagers\" \"Thank you\" Wendy said. \"So, he's cute?\" Narcissa asked. \"Oh my God! He is so cute! You'll see for yourself when he moves here\" Wendy gushed. \"He's seventeen years older than you, get a grip, kid\" Narcissa said. \"Cuter than your boyfriend\" Wendy teased. \"Not appreciating the sarcasm\" Narcissa replied. \"Just teasin' ya\" \"You still with Nathan?\" George asked. \"Yeah, still with him\" Narcissa knew her dad was just jealous. She was his first daughter and he was still processing that she was a grown-up. Nathan was likable enough to win her father over. \"Anyway, we have to do something fun tomorrow\" Wendy's green eyes shone with excitement. \"Can we go out?\" \"We can hang out at the dock. We do that nearly every night\" Narcissa replied. \"Cool, who'll be there?\" Wendy asked. Narcissa knew she meant boys. \"The usual, Nathan's gang might come, too\" Narcissa answered and winked at her sister. Wendy was crushing on Damian Conner, the seventeen year old surfer who lived with his older brother across the street from \"Dustin's\". He hung out with Nathan's group all the time, Wendy wanted to hook up with him but never got the chance. \"Where's Trudy and Mick?\" Narcissa asked. \"They went to this new Italian movie\" Wendy rolled her eyes. \"Those two are nearly identical. Thank God you have me\" Narcissa said. \"Trudy drives me crazy, thinks she's little miss perfect because she got accepted at Harvard\" Wendy muttered to Narcissa. \"I went to Yale\" Narcissa pointed out. \"You didn't brag about it, did you?\" \"Touché\" \"I wanna go to NYU\" \"Cool, I'll visit you and we can party together\" \"Cool\" \"Anyway, i gotta go. Chace is waiting at the yacht. Wanna come?\" \"Not in the mood, sis. But can I come tomorrow?\" \"Sure\" \"See ya\" \"See ya\" ***************************************************************** When Narcissa parked her Harley in front of \"Dustin's\" the next day, she found a shiny black classic Porsche also parked. Once she got inside and behind the counter, she asked Ronnie about the car owner. \"Sebastian Polson, he's taking over Loch's business. You heard the news?\" He asked. \"Yeah, mom told me yesterday\" She started on a Frappicino but scanned the place for the new owner. Where is he?\" \"You're making his Frappicino\" Ronnie answered. \"At least he doesn't own the place. I picked the only independent place around here\" \"Why didn't you work for Loch?\" \"Please, like I would've been treated differently if I were working for dad. Everyone would be kissing my ass and I would probably hate it there\" She turned to give the Frappicino and gasped. \"Why would people in my dad's business would be kissing your err.....\" a really, really hot guy asked. Narcissa had met a lot of guys in her life. Some were not cute, some were, some were really cute, some were drop dead gorgeous, and some were charming because of boyish looks. She preferred the boyish, charming looks, but they were hard to find. This guy was hot and charming and boyish and she was gaping at him as a love struck teenager would if she met the rock star she adored. Ronnie cleared his throat and she composed herself. \"Sorry about that\" she gave him his Frappicino cup. \"It's just my dad owns half the business here and if I'd worked for one of them I'd get my ass kissed a lot. Not literally, though. No one wants to fool around with the big boss's daughter\" She was babbling and he was trying so hard not to laugh. But it shone through his brown puppy dog eyes. \"And you are...?\" \"Narcissa Colden\" \"Ah yes, the Coldens\" he said in recognition. \"Sorry about your loss, Loch was like an uncle to me\" \"Thanks\" he nodded and smiled tightly. \"Well, I better be off. Got so much to take care of\" \"See ya\" she muttered. \"Bye\" he retreated to the door and left Narcissa gaping after him. \"Damn\" \"What?\" Ronnie asked. \"They don't make them like that anymore\" she answered. \"Like what?\" \"Boyish, charming, drop dead gorgeous, simply breath-taking\" she sighed. \"Bye Bye, Nathan\" Ronnie muttered. \"Look, Ronnie, say you're in love with someone, but you also love a certain celebrity. See the difference?\" \"You just met the guy\" he said in disbelief. \"And he's like what, twelve years older than you?\" \"Twelve very wise, experienced years\" \"Get a grip, girl\" \"I need a girlfriend that understands me\" \"Good luck with that\" \"Bite me, Ronnie\" \"If only you were serious\" \"Anyway, meet us at the Yacht tonight? Everyone's going and Wendy's coming, too\" \"You gonna hook her up with Damian?\" \"She has to learn to do that job for herself, no one was there to hook me up with guys when I was growing up\" \"Great sister, aren't you?\" \"The best ever\" ***********************************************************************


Submitted: February 03, 2010

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