Forbidden: Puppy Love

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Short story about Jennifer, a teenager faced with one serious problem...she is in love with Zach. Zach is a bad boy she met years ago, but he's off limits. Will she give into the love they have for even one passionate night or will she lock away her feelings forever?

Submitted: July 27, 2013

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Forbidden: Puppy Love

 

I knew it was wrong, I knew it was frowned upon, but I couldn't help it. We were in his room watching a movie. Then the pirate movie we had watched as a couple came on. We began to reminisce on the old days when we had fun together before he got his tats done and before I had been branded a whore. We talked about the old songs we sang and the things we imagined. Superman by brown boy brought back so many memories. I remembered my fear of snakes and how he helped me overcome it. When I held a snake for the first time I was with him; it felt so safe. I knew we should stop there before things got too serious... before I broke down. His laugh and smile were always so sincere. I loved that about him. He may have acted hard and tough but in the end he was as sweet as ever. We hit the topic of when we first met. He spoke with such bliss and vivid details you would think it was yesterday. “I remember your dress was blue like the sky on a sunny day in mid summer, no clouds just open air, and short dark hair. Your eyes a deep brown but with that sparkle of happiness, and your smile..that's what got me...it was beautiful. From the first time you flashed a smile at me I knew I had to talk to you. You were so shy you didn't really talk but when we danced we hit it off. You were so much fun I didn't want to stop.” he said it so smoothly I swear I could melt. I remembered that night was all too short. It was the wedding of a close family friend, my father invited his mother and he came along when he was told that I was going to atend the wedding too. It was a blast and the hours flew by me. Then suddenly he brought up my fifteenth birthday party. To Hispanics it's a big deal when a girl turns fifteen and they through a big party. Me, being myself, and extremely nontraditional I went for a smaller party at my uncle's place kept it simple and had fun little did I know he was going to be there. Again my dad decided it would be fun to have his mother over and he came too. This happened a few years after our relationship ended but we talked and danced like it was just beginning again. I remembered how when I was with him in the sixth grade I had planned to have a party even if it wasn't that big. I didn't think it would actually happen. He got there at exactly the right moment. The song cupid shuffle came on. It was the song we first danced to the night we met. We also danced the last two songs together. The first was some random song that neither of us knew nor did we know how to dance to it but that didn't stop us. The second was superman and we slow danced to that. It was amazing but that night also ended too soon. I saw him the next time at his house when my father made me go over with him to visit him and my new step mother. I wasn't ecstatic about it but it was fine. Zach and I began talking about how our parents started dating and how we were fine with it. How they got engaged and married within a few days. How I went to live with my mum for a while so I could finish the school year then I could decide weather or not to go live with my father or stay with my mum. Then he asked me why I was over the day after Christmas and not the day of. I explained how my mum wanted me to stay even though I wanted to see my father. I knew if we kept talking about our past I was really gonna fall apart but there were so many doubts so many unanswered questions that I needed answered. I gathered the courage to say, “but anyway the past doesn't matter because we're siblings now and even if you still cared or actually meant what you had said back then it wouldn't make a difference.” He reached out his long strong arms and held my pudgy arms with his thin hands. He explained with such passion, “I didn't leave you because I didn't love you! I left because I could tell what was coming. I knew our parents were going to be in a serious relationship. I left because I was stupid and because I was afraid...when you asked me what my biggest fear was I kept quiet for a reason. You know better than anyone that I hate showing weakness. My fear was love, or rather losing your love because even if we had stayed together that other month and a half before our parents got together I would be even more torn apart on the inside from losing you. I also hated that you tried to get me to stop drinking. At the time I didn't get why you cared so much. I didn't know what that's what tore your family apart. But all that aside don't ever let the thought that I didn't really mean it when I said 'I love you' ever pass through your thoughts again. Every time I said it I meant it. And I still do. I just know that we can't be together. When you moved at first I thought it was a good thing, that I'd get over you faster, that it would help me forget. The tat that I refused to tell you about is closer than you may think.” He pulled up his shirt and showed me a tattoo of the letters JAZ on his chest with a tiny heart next to it. He told everyone who saw it that it was for his girlfriend in Ohio. Turns out that it was just a girl he knew and she was his cover. It really stood for Jennifer And Zachery. At that moment I broke down I called him stupid and a jerk for toying with my emotions like that. My step mother ran in and asked what was going on just as he went to hug me for comfort. He said ever so calmly, “We're having a deep conversation and I really think it should stay between us two if you wouldn’t mind me not telling you. On your way out could you shut the door behind you please and thank you.” she stared at him for a moment then turned walked out and shut the door. His reaction was, “Wow I'm surprised she took it so well normally shes never that understanding!” I replied with a slight giggle in his shoulder and a muffled, “Maybe it's the fact that you were actually mature about it unlike normal and you didn't curse or call her nigga like you're used to doing” he chuckled and said, “you're right” I took a deep breath sat up from his arms and said, “You still don't get it though I still love you like before I just cant say it to your face.” He responded with a concerned, “Why not” I managed to say, “because if I do then the wall I spent so long building up will come crashing down and I don't know if I'll be able to resist falling into your arms and letting my heart rule over my head.” He put his hand on my cheek and pulled my face up so our eyes met. He whispered softly, “I love you Jennifer and always will” I couldn't hold it the tears streaming down my face made my mascara run yet he still said with pride, “you're beautiful and I love you for who you are.” I chocked out an, “I love you so much Zach” as he pulled me close. I realized I remembered exactly the way he smelled it was so sweet and the heat from his body made me feel safe when he wrapped his arms around me and when he drew me in for a kiss he made me melt. I had nearly forgotten how sweet his kisses are. I was full of conflict I longed for this for such a long time yet I knew I had to stop because it was wrong. I knew what we had was a forbidden love. Step siblings don't just fall in love with each other; they typically hate each other or get along okay but they don't love each other like a couple of normal people. He is the cause of my happiness even if it's just a memory of him. Honestly I love this boy so much it hurts. I know it can't be puppy love like everyone else says it is. I backed off of him not knowing what to do or say. He simply said, \"It's okay baby, I won't let them come between us again\" then he kissed me and lead me into a night of passion and the love I so longed for. I was now his...


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