Blank Lines; 7

20 0 0
                                    

I tiptoed up to the back door as quietly as i could. I could hear someone moving around in the kitchen, probably still scrubbing up the food left from the epic food fight that'd ensued earlier. I shivered once again. My toes were turning a blueish grey color, from staying out in the cold to long. 

It had been a few hours. The sun was sinking closer and closer to the horizon and i just couldn't take it anymore. It was cold, i was hungry- I didn't get a chance to ever eat my cereal- and the drying food on my clothes was making my skin feel stiff and the stench was awful. 

The big french doors leading to the back were closed. Dad must've closed them to keep the draft out. I could see him rummaging through the fridge, muttering to himself. Probably trying to salvage something for dinner tonight. A small guilty pang fluttered in my stomach but i swallowed it down. No time for that now. 

I quietly twisted the handle and pushed against the door. I winced when it creaked, But it never opened. My father turned slowly, a small smug smile on his face when he saw my shocked expression. I jiggled the handle again but it didn't budge. That butt had locked me out! 

I glared into the windows of the big doors, shooting daggers at my father with my eyes. He chuckled, calling someone over and i gasped in betrayal as Lucas revealed himself, cleanly clothed and a smirk on his smug face. I growled, banging my fist on the window with a threatening glare. The windows looked so clean and transparent. I could change that. 

I grinned evily and my dads face turned stern as he realized my plan. I heard a muffled shout but it didn't stop me. I took my ranch-egg-mustard covered shirt and began smearing it on the glass. I could hear Lucas's muted laughter as i chuckled evily. My dad's shouts drifted weakly from the thick glass. 

It wasn't enough though. I stared straight at Daddy dearest. He wanted to lock me out? Oh it was on. I pressed my face to the window in warning. His eyes widened but he didn't make a move to let me in. I opened my mouth, pressing it to the glass, coming closer and closer. 

And i licked the glass! I laughed as my dad shouted, going crazy neat freak, but he still wouldn't let me in. So, i licked it again. And again, smearing more crusting food onto it. My dad's face was now a tomatoe red, but he still refused to let me in. His thinning brown hair was sticking up in all directions and he looked hilarious. Stubborn old man. His chocolaty brown eyes were glittering furiously. 

I sighed, wiggling my finger. 'You better let me in" I mouthed. He turned on his heel, turning up his nose and ignoring me. My jaw fell open. Even after all of that he still wouldn't let me in? OH no. He strutted to the foyer and out of sight. 

Lucas still stood in the living room doorway, leaning casually against the doorframe and watching me with an ammused smirk. I glared at him, sticking out my tongue. He rolled his eyes. 

His hair was wet, hanging into his eyes. It still gleamed with water droplets, and he had a pair of sweatpants hanging loosly on his hips, and a tight white t-shirt, almost see-through. I had  to admit, i was practically drooling. Little water droplets hung on his thick dark lashes, making his blue eyes pop insanely. You could see the lines of his abs and chest through his shirt. Incredibly sexy.

I shook my head, clearing it just as a burst of cold wind hit my shoulders. I shuddered, squeezing my eyes shut. When i opened them, he looked hesitant, almost worried. Oh he wanted to let me in. The sky was getting darker and i could almost see my breath. Oh i could use this, i though mischeviously.

I shivered again, clutching my arms and watching his resolve crack. I wasn't neccesarily faking. It was really cold, and my head was doing that little pounding thump thump, like a hammer knocking on my skull from the inside. 

Blank LinesWhere stories live. Discover now