When it Rains, it Always Pours

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

Chapter 15 (v.1)

Submitted: April 25, 2010

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Submitted: April 25, 2010



“Kiley,” Wyatt mutters emotionlessly, “You’re making it kinda hard for me to leave with your arms wrapped around my neck like that.”

With tears silently falling across my cheeks, I tighten my grip on him. I know I’m essentially helpless in this situation, but I can’t seem to accept the fact that everything I’ve done has led me to this point. Karma really is a bitch. I never knew how true that is until just now.

“Come on, babe, you don’t mean that,” I say with a trembling voice. My cries have made their way to my throat, and it sounds like I’m about to die of hyperventilation.

“What, like you didn’t mean to tell me you’re in love with your best friend? Is that how I don’t mean it? Because, as of right now, you haven’t even tried to take it back. So, it looks to me like we both meant what we said, Kiley,” he replies, sounding understandably angry. Instead of waiting for me to basically strangle him in futile attempts to get him to stay, he just pulls my hands away himself. He pauses at the doorway. His eyes literally bore into me as he says, “And don’t call me ‘Babe.’ In fact, just don’t call me.” With that, he leaves me alone, in the darkness, to cry myself to sleep. Unfortunately, what my mom said is right; this is the first time I’ve actually cried over Wyatt, and that makes it all even worse.

I wake up early in the morning, thanks in part to my very well-rested and bouncy little brother. Since when did hopping around the room chanting, “I’m old!” become so entertaining?

After rubbing my eyes to rid them of dried tears and rubbing my temples to rid myself of my noise-induced headache, I say, “Press! Not now, please?”

He stops, like I hoped and expected he would. “But I’m three,” he replies, sounding both defiant and confused. He plops himself on the couch next to me and promptly leans against me.

I stroke his arm and kiss his forehead to cheer him up. I feel bad for snapping at him. It is his birthday, after all, and he’s not the one to blame for my sour mood; I am. “I’m sorry, bud. I just had a lousy night, that’s all. Tell you what, how about we go upstairs and you can tell me all about how old you are?” He immediately nods his agreement, and I wrap him up in a big hug. “Happy birthday, Press. I love you.”

Ben’s P.O.V.

I stretch my arms and yawn loudly, announcing my presence to my mom who’s pouring herself a cup of coffee. I didn’t really sleep well after talking to Kiley last night, so I gladly take the mug that she offers me. “Thanks, mom,” I reply after another yawn.

She smiles and ruffles my messy hair. “You’re welcome. What do you looks so tired for, anyway? Usually I’m the one that looks and feels like crap around here.”

I sigh before reluctantly answering her question. “Girl trouble,” I reply, being entirely honest.

She takes a drink of her coffee as she listens to me, appearing very thoughtful. That quickly changes, though, when she sprints to the sink for some water. When my mom’s not feeling down on herself all the time, she’s pretty funny. “God, this coffee is scalding! I need some milk. Do you need any, hon?”

“No, mom, I‘m good,” I say, laughing at her expense, “Did you hear me, though? I could use your advice. You know what they say about a woman’s intuition.”

“Are you sure you want MY advice? I’m no love expert or anything, you know that. Why don’t you go ask Kiley or Ella? I’m sure they know more about it than I would.”

I give her a disappointed look after she’s done talking. She knows I hate it when she talks about herself like she’s helpless. “Mom,” I murmur as I take one of her hands in mine, “it wasn’t your fault, okay? God, dad’s the one that left us; he’s the one that screwed up, not you! So quit feeling so bad about yourself for once and help me out, okay? Please, mom?”

“Of course I’ll help you, Ben; I’m your mother, aren’t I? I just thought your friends would have more insight, that‘s all. Hell, I don’t even know what you need help with; you don’t talk to me about anything anymore, so forgive me for not thinking anything was about to change.” Her words come out as barely more than a whisper, due to the fact that she’s beginning to tear up.

“I’m sorry, mom. I guess I didn’t realize how selfish I’ve been lately. I’ve been so engrossed in trying to fix the relationship I have with Kiley when I should have been focusing on you. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

She sets down her coffee and walks over to me to give me a hug, the first one I’ve received from her in a long time. “Has anyone ever told you that you take after your father?” she asks, completely out-of-left-field, causing my eyebrows to raise instinctively out of confusion.

“No, not recently.”

She pats me on the back and says with a big grin, “Good, because you don’t. And was that Kiley’s name I heard you mention before? Boy, am I out of the loop! Since when, hon? Tell me everything.”

I spend the next half hour doing just that. I tell her everything: about sleeping with Ki, pretending to date Ella (According to my mom, this was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.), telling Ki that I love her, the fact that I’m supposed to be having dinner with her family and Wyatt tonight, everything.

“Looks like tonight’s a big night for you, son. You realize you’re going to have to tell her the complete and honest truth about Ella, right? I can’t believe you did that, by the way; that was beyond stupid. That’s what you get for not telling me any of this until now,” she jokes with a smirk.

“But what if telling her about Ella screws everything else up?”

She squeezes my hand comfortingly and says, “I guess that’s a risk you’re going to have to take, son.”

Kiley’s P.O.V.

“When do I open presents, Kiwee?” Press asks me for about the fiftieth time since I’ve been awake. Don’t get me wrong, I find my brother’s eagerness…endearing, but I’m frankly not in the mood to be pestered all day long. I’ve got enough on my plate without worrying about when my brother gets his pile of new toys and clothes.

“After dinner, Preston, I’ve told you that I don’t know how many times already,” I answer before going to my bedroom to avoid any more of his sickeningly adorable inquisition.

“Kiley Marie Samuels, what has gotten into you?!” my mom shouts after pushing my door open roughly. I look at her so she can see the tears falling from my eyes in a steady stream. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry,” she says before wrapping her arms around my balled-up body. “What’s wrong, Ki? I can’t help you if you don’t say anything, you know.”

“Wyatt knows, mom! He knows, he knows, he knows,” I chant hopelessly through loud sniffles and uncontrollable sobs.

“What does he know, sweetheart?”

I wipe my eyes and chuckle cynically, “Exactly what you said last night, mom, that I’m in love with Ben.”

“How did he find out?”

“I told him.” She looks at me with an extremely confused expression, urging me to elaborate further. “It was an accident. We were about to..you know, and-”

“Honey, you know how I feel about that. Did he at least have protection?” my mom interrupts me immediately after hearing that I was going to sleep with Wyatt.

“Mom, we didn’t do it, okay?”

“Sorry, I just don’t want you to end up like me. Trust me, having a kid is burden enough. You could forget about getting any athletic scholarships or even starting college for years if you got pregnant. I’m not saying that I regret having you, Ki, I never have and I never will; I just want you to be happy, alright? So, please don’t take that the wrong way.”

She hands me a tissue, so I can blow my nose. “Thanks,” I say appreciatively, “And you won’t have to worry about that happening for a VERY long time, mom. I can guarantee you that Wyatt won’t even want to touch me with a ten-foot pole after what happened last night, and Ben’s still with Ella. I saw them kissing the other night when I was going to tell him how I feel or whatever. I’m an idiot, aren’t I? There’s this big mess, and it’s got my name written all over it. Everything is my fault, everything. And now I’m even snapping at Press, of all people! He just wants to open his presents. God, and I acted like HE’s the one who’s been selfish all this time, when it was me all along.”

“Honey, your brother will get over it. Like you said, he just wants his presents. He really couldn’t care less about anything else today.”

My mom and I both stop talking to acknowledge the person standing patiently in the doorway. It’s Rick, holding the phone against his chest, preventing whoever it is on the other line from hearing our conversation. “Umm, Kiley, you’re going to want to take this phone call. He says he needs to talk to you. It sounds important.”

A/N: Hooray for writing cliffhangers! hahaha I know that before I said there were 3-4 chapters left (this one being the second), but there’s going to be a couple more than that. The chapters have a way of stretching themselves out longer than I want them to..so..yeah. Anyway, theories about who it is? I’m curious to read them. :]

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