When it Rains, it Always Pours

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Chapter 18 (v.1)

Submitted: May 19, 2010

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Wyatt and I continue kissing each other as if our lives depend on it for another twenty minutes before one of us even contemplates leaving the bed. “Babe,” he says, “if we’re, uh, gonna go through with this, I’m gonna need to go get something from my dresser.” He turns the slightest shade of red as he says this, which is funny, considering his buff physique. He’s the last person one would think is embarrassed by something like a condom. But he is, and I think it’s cute.

“Okay, Wy,” I laugh teasingly, “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, then. Freshen up.” I wiggle my hips seductively before disappearing behind the white door.

After a few moments alone in the bathroom, the doorbell rings rather loudly, alerting us to a guest -most likely a boy-scout or a survey-taker. “I’ll get it!” he calls before hurrying down the wooden staircase; I can hear them creaking under his weight.

He doesn’t come back up right away, so I figure it’s someone important. I slip my shirt back over my head in a haste and wander out into the hallway so I can hear the conversation.

“Yes, she’s here, Mrs. Samuels,” Wyatt says to the person at the door (apparently, it’s my mom), sounding slightly more irritated than he usually does. He’s typically fairly level-headed, after all.

I creep out further into the hallway, barely hidden behind a wall from Wyatt and my mom. I then hear another voice, not belonging to either of them. Instead, it’s the adorable, high-pitched voice of my brother.

“Kiwee’s here? Why?” he asks confusedly. I can practically see his lower lip quivering as he says this. Now I feel horrible. I mean, who ditches their little brother, who is quite possibly the cutest kid in the entire world, to have sex with their boyfriend? Not only that, but it’s not like I came over here for the right reasons to begin with. Yeah, I’m pissed at Ella and Ben, but that doesn’t mean I should’ve expected sleeping with Wyatt would make me feel any better. He’s leaving after tomorrow, after all, and I won’t even see him again for another seven months at the earliest.

“Can you have her come down here, please? I need to talk to my daughter, Wyatt,” she says sternly to get her point across. I know that if he doesn’t, she’ll just barge in here, anyway. I’m pretty sure Wyatt knows, too, because he turns immediately for the staircase after she says that.

“Ki?” he hollers into the second story, “Your mom’s here. She wants to see you.”

“And me!” Press adds loudly.

I let out a deep breath and step out from behind the wall before Wyatt hits the top step. “I’m right here,” I sigh before descending the stairs past a confused-looking Wyatt. I doubt this is the way he expected our first time to go, being interrupted by my mom and Press. Quite frankly, until the other night, I hadn’t even given much thought to our first time since he left, so to say this is a disappointment would actually be a lie. I sort of see it as a blessing at the moment; I know I would have regretted sleeping with Wyatt for the wrong reasons some day. That probably sounds bad, considering the fact that I don’t regret for one second cheating on him. I don’t really see it happening, either, to be honest.

“Why’d you leave?” my mom asks as soon as I reach the foyer. Press nods his head a few times and eyes me carefully so that I know he wants to know the same thing.

I sigh, “I left because of Ben.” Wyatt looks hurt after I say this; he most-likely thought I came over to make the most of the time he had left in town. I couldn’t just lie to my mom, though. I know for a fact that she’d call me out on it later.

Breaking up the awkward silence that follows what I just said, Wyatt bends down to grab the package he dropped earlier. Press’ present. “Happy birthday, buddy,” he says as he hands Press his gift. His face lights up, and he immediately shakes it to try and figure out what’s inside. When he starts pulling at the wrapping paper eagerly, my mom stops him.

“You can open it with your other presents, okay? Tell Wyatt thank you.”

“Thank you,” he mumbles shyly before Wyatt picks him up into the air.

Wyatt spins him around a couple times before letting him down and saying, “No problem, Press. I love you.” A few tears sting my and Wyatt’s eyes as he says this. I think we both realized this is the last time he’ll be seeing my brother for a long time. I just don’t see Wyatt and I lasting past this weekend. I don’t think he does, either. Sleeping together was just a last-ditch effort to prove to ourselves that our relationship is still viable even though we both know the distance has already done us in.

“I think we should probably be getting back,” my mom suggests, bringing me back to reality, “It was nice seeing you, Wyatt. Good luck with basketball this year.”

“Thanks, Mrs. S. It was nice seeing you, too.”

With that, my mom and Press head out to the car. Thus, leaving Wyatt and me alone for another few moments.

He speaks first, for which I’m very grateful; I’ve never been good at doing this. It’ll only be worse this time, too, because Wyatt is the first person I ever loved. “So, I guess this is it, huh?” he says into my brown hair after pulling me in for a bear hug.

“I’m sorry,” I sniffle into his still-bare chest.

“Don’t be. I’ll be fine, you’ll be fine. We’ll both be fine, all right? And this doesn’t change a thing, Ki: I still love you. No matter what. Just look at it this way.”

“Hmm?” I ask after he pauses.

“This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” he answers with a broad smile. God, whoever snatches him up next had better not take him for granted. I might have to hurt her if she does. I tell Wyatt this, and he chuckles, “See what I mean? It’s already a beautiful friendship.”

My mom’s honking startles us from our embrace, and I leave, reluctantly, shortly thereafter. Before I do, though, I give Wyatt one last kiss, a friendly one on his cheek.

“So?” my mom asks expectantly after I sit in the passenger seat in her car.

She can be really nosy like most moms are, which usually would bother me, but I decide not to be evasive tonight. “We ended it on good terms,” I reply with complete honesty.

“Good.”

Nothing else is said on the way back to our house. It’s so quiet in the car, in fact, that I actually fall into a light slumber pretty quickly.

I wake up when I hear my mom park the car. I rub my eyes and look at my surroundings with alarm. “Mom, what are we doing here?” I ask, referring to the elementary school parking lot in which we’re parked. Press just giggles in the backseat, and my mom shushes him with a smile.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” she tells me cryptically. She even winks at me, causing my confusion to only worsen. After seeing me sit still for a little over a minute, my mom urges, “Ki, in order to find out, you need to get out of the car. Please, just do it for me?”

“And me!” Press shouts for the second time tonight. How can I turn him down?

“All right,” I agree before stepping out of the car.

“I’ll be right here if you need anything,” I hear my mom say as I start walking toward the playground around the back. I still have no idea what I’m even doing here, but I doubt it has anything to do with actually going inside the school itself.

When I turn the corner, I stop dead in my tracks.

“What are you two doing here? More importantly, why in the world is my mom scheming behind my back with you guys?” Needless to say, my sunny disposition after seeing Wyatt has now turned sour.

“I should be going,” Ella says, ignoring my questions entirely. There’s a noticeable skip in her step for some reason as she walks back toward the parking lot.

“So? You gonna answer my questions?” I ask expectantly after folding my arms across my chest.

“Well, I came here so you would talk to me, hear me out. Your mom told me she knew about us, so I told her about me and Ella. She was upset at first, but she eventually said that she didn’t blame us. She also said that we should apologize, which is what I’m doing now. Ki, I am so sorry. I never in a million years would want to hurt you. You have to believe me when I say that. I can’t bear to have you mad at me, I just can’t.”

I want to tell him that he should get used to it, but I honestly hate being mad at him just as much as he does; he’s my best-friend, after all, and if I’m being completely honest with myself, I sometimes wish he was more than that. I know it’s selfish, but it’s true.

“What was Ella doing here, then?”

He takes a deep breath first before answering, “I needed her here so I wouldn’t psych myself out again. I know you’re mad at her right now, but she does care about you, Ki. We both do.”

“I know,” I eventually murmur, “I just don’t get why you did it, I guess.”

“Ki, you know exactly why we did it. I’m in love with you, and I guess I thought that by dating Ella, I could get you to feel the same way for me.”

I don’t really know how to respond by his proclamation of love; he leaves me speechless for a few seconds. I can’t tell him I feel the same way, not right now, anyway. I’m still mad at him. “That’s probably the dumbest thing you’ve ever done, you know.”

“My mom already told me that,” he replies with a small laugh, “Trust me, I knew that before, too. It was incredibly stupid, but you know how convincing El can be sometimes.”

“Wait,” I say, putting both my hands up, “this was her idea? Why?”

We both walk over to a couple of swings and sit on them before he answers. We’re not really even swinging, just moving ourselves back-and-forth ever so slightly.

“Umm, I told her about the night of Wyatt’s graduation party,” he says, clearly referring to the night we slept together, “and she immediately went into wedding-planner mode. You know how she gets. I also told her that I have feelings for you, which confirmed her belief that we should be together. I’m sorry about Wyatt, by the way. I hope this didn’t mess things up for you two.”

“No, it didn’t hurt things. I almost destroyed them, though, by going over there earlier. We almost ended up having sex, but with him leaving in another day, that wouldn’t have been a good idea. I’ve known that we were over for a while now. I just couldn’t bear to break it off over the phone.”

His face immediately lights up after I say this. I can’t help but smile at his reaction.

“So you guys didn’t?” I shake my head to confirm what I’d already said. This causes his smile to grow even wider.

“Ben, will you push me?” I ask, pointing to my swing. I’ve always loved being pushed on a swing; it’s one the simplest things, but it never fails to put me in a good mood.

“Gladly.”

After a few good pushes, I begin to thrust my legs back-and-forth, so I can go as high as possible. Every once in a while, I look back at Ben to see the smile hasn’t left his face.

\"So, why’d you have me come here, anyway?”

“This is kind of embarrassing, but I figured this is where we met, where we first became friends. I thought maybe I could get you to be that again if we talked here,” he answers between pushes with a shrug, as if it’s no big deal. The thought behind it does mean a lot to me, though. A whole helluva lot.

“I was never not your friend, Brownie; I was just mad. I’m not as much as I was before, but I still am.”

“I really am sorry, Lolli.” I smirk at the fact that he chose to use his nickname for me then. It’s as though I gave him permission to use it by calling him Brownie.

“Just so you know, I’m really not mad that you did it,” I say, causing him to pull the swing to a stop.

“What do you mean?” he asks before walking around so he can look at me.

“I’m mad because it worked.”

“You mean?”

“Yeah,” I nod, “the feeling’s mutual, Brownie.”

A/N: Okay, before you all complain about me leaving it there, let me just say that I WAS going to leave it at the part where she asked him to push her on the swing. But since I’m such a nice person..and really want to finish this, I decided to give you guys a little bit more. By the way, sorry to all the Wyatt fans. I love him, too! ;/ Also, there’s one, maybe two chapters left. I haven’t decided yet. I’m really excited, though! This is the first novel I’ll actually finish haha. Thanks for reading, everyone!


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