Chance

Chapter 6 - Dirty Little Secrets

Adam Andrew Brown

"Damn, Sylver," I said under my breath as she kissed my neck. I guess I had played all my cards right because Sylver Armstrong was straddling me and kissing my neck by the end of the night.

I closed my eyes and tried to live the moment.

Every time her lips touched my skin, I felt like I was drifting off to some of my favourite places from the past.

She kissed my left shoulder and I was in my favourite holiday back in 2007, in Cancun. She kissed my left forearm and I was in the day my mother say light again. She kissed my left wrist and all I saw was her blue bedroom door.

She had me.

Her eyes were closed but mine were merely open. All I wanted to do was look at her. She looked so good and so punk rock. I'd be lying if I said this didn't turn me on a little.

But she was Sylver Armstrong and I couldn't make such a move at her, barring the fact that I didn't actually know what to do. In the field of making moves, I mean.

All I could remember was, we were watching Green Day live and they started to play When It's Time and Sylver looked at me dead in the eyes and sang along.

So tell me when it's time to say I love you.

My heart was fluttering. What was this girl doing to me? Then I went in to kiss her. What was this sudden impulse? Did I do something wrong?

She seemed to be into it. She kissed me till the song ended, and let me tell you, it was like nothing ever.

Her kissing me whilst Green Day performing in the background sealed the deal for me. She was it.

The whole crowd sang along. So tell me when it's time to say I love you.

She let go and looked at me. She smiled.

That was the moment I fell in love with Sylver Allynsha Armstrong.

And did I ever.

Now we had stopped in the side of the road. She was kissing me slowly but everywhere. It was like she was savouring me. I didn't complain. She could do what she wanted to me.

She took her jacket off and I noticed her tanned arms. She was so beautiful. She was so picturesque.

She cupped my face with her left hand and ran her fingers of her right hand through my hair. Then she kissed me on my lips. My eyes fell like curtains and I kissed Sylver. My hands started to explore her back.

She moaned against my skin. I liked that. I liked it when she moaned against my skin. The soft vibrations of her voice made me jitter.

She had me captive.

She whispered my name under her breath. My name sounded so important when she uttered it. She gave it purpose. Adam Brown. My name seems so simple and common but she makes it so profane, it's crazy.

The digital clock on my car read 1.23 am. It was time I dropped her home. She left my lap and rode shotgun. She fixed her hair and held my hand while I drove.

My skin tingled as she intertwined her fingers with mine. She truly was a work of art.

"I had a great time with you today, Sylver," I said finally as the silence dissolved. "You really planned a good night, Adam Brown. It was good. I had fun tonight," she said looking down at her shoes. Why was she so insecure about herself?

She plugged in her phone to my car's stereo and played some good ol' screamo for me.

BleedingthroughherheartonValentine'sDay. Now the beautiful passion is never the same. The gift was her heart you've torn apart, in a tragedy of love loss she'll be dead.

I knew this song. I sang along to myself. But Sylver noticed. From the corner of my eye, I saw her smile. I loved how she noticed these small things. It gave me purpose.

I lowered the already low volume.

"Sylver, would you go out with me again?" I suddenly asked. Whoa, why did I do that? She took a moment to answer, so I assumed that she didn't hear me.

"Are you asking me out, Adam Brown?" She said with a smirk. I made a face. She started to laugh. Her laughter was the purest thing ever. Her laughter seemed like angels playing huge harps and sunflowers blooming. It was magical. She was magic.

When I pulled over in her driveway and it was time to say goodbye, I really didn't want to. I had a great night and I didn't want it to end so soon. I walked Sylver to her huge door and held her hands. I looked at her stormy eyes and said good night. I also again commented on the fact that I had a great night. Then I leaned in to kiss her. And for a change, she kissed me back and didn't cry and run away.

I smiled at her and walked back to my car. I had a punk rock girlfriend and I was her dirty little secret.

I drove home with a huge grin plastered to my face. It hardly came off. The drive back home was swift and quick.

I pulled over the driveway and fished the keys out if my pocket. I turned the lock and opened the door. I entered quietly and walked up the stairs.

I could hear voices from my mother's bedroom. I tiptoes through the corridor and stood in front of my mother's door. I glued my ear to the door and heard giggles. My mother has somebody over? That's odd, she never has people over.

I open the door just to be sure, to find my mother, naked in bed, with another woman.

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Sorryguys, anothershortchapter. Inevergettimetoproperlyworkonthese. Iwritequicklywithwhatever little timeIcangive. Hence. :(
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