Playing The Game

Playing With Hearts

The next day I woke up to the beautiful sight of Nathaniel. I smiled looking at him sleeping. I turned to look at the time to see it was..... 2 in the afternoon?! I was to go see my mom at 3 and leave to go with the girls at 5.

I quickly got out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. I started the shower so I could give it time to get warm. I brushed my teeth before getting into the shower.

I entered the bedroom with a silk robe covering my body. I went to the closet and pulled out my short set I had planned the wear later. I laid it out on the dresser and turned to make sure Nathan was still sleeping. I let the robe fall and sat on the edge of the bed, and began lotioning my body.

"Damn, your body looks so sexy." I jumped at the sudden voice. "I thought you were sleeping." I replied not facing him. I walked over to the dresser and began to get dressed.

After I was finished getting dressed I went back into my closet to put on my knee high boots; then walked back into the room. I checked my phone for the time, to see it was 2:47. I grab my bag and was about to exit when my arm was pulled back and I came face to face with Nathan.

"You not even gonna say bye?" I smiled at him. "I'll see you later, baby." He kissed my lips for a brief moment before breaking apart. "Ok, I'll see you later baby girl. I'm hanging out with the guys tonight." I nodded and was out the door and heading to my mother's house. The drive was only about 15 minutes long.

When I pulled in the driveway I was confused because a bright red car I don't recognize was parked there. I used my key to unlock the door and immediately heard laughter throughout the house. I closed the door and the laughter stopped. I walked into the living room, but no one was to be found. I turned around and headed for the kitchen. When I entered I seen my mother seated at the dinning table and a person who's face I couldn't see because of her back being faced towards me. My mom caught me I and smiled. The girl followed her eyes and turned towards me and I screamed as she smiled at me.

Joanna ran to me and embraced me in a heartwarming hug. I haven't seen her in so long. She lost weight and her hair was longer, she had a bright smile I haven't seen in a really long time. She looked...Happy.

"Oh my God!!!!" We both screamed at the same time. We broke away from the hug, laughing. I looked at her, noticed her hair was in a pony tail wrapped in a bandana and had on these cute shades.

"Its been, what, 5 years and we are still doing this?" Joanna spoke up and we shared another laugh.

"What are you doing here, aren't you supposed to be in New York?" Joanna barely came to see us down here.

"What a girl can't just come and see how her mother and older sister is doing?" I gave her a 'really?' kind of face and folded my arms. She hardly ever came to visit anyone. Even at Christmas time, she'd just mail us gifts and sends cards.

She let out a sigh and slumped her shoulders. "Ugh, fine!" She grabbed my hand, dragged me to the living room and we sat on the couch. For about two minutes she sat there smiling at me. "Are you just gonna smile at me or tell what the hell is going on?"

"Ok, ok. Well I met this guy and I think I love him." Whoa!!! Did she just say she met someone? Let alone loves them? What has the world come to.

I jumped off the couch and started screaming and jumping with joy. Joanna got up and joined in with me. Finally when we calmed down I told her to tell me everything. I found out they were here so she can meet some of his friends. I also found out his name was Keith Young. She invited me to meet him in three days when she was to meet his friends and I agreed.

I checked my phone for the time to see it was 4:45. All the sudden Joanna pulled my arm. I looked over at her to see she was looking at my new tattoo. "Oh my goodness!" She looked so shocked. "What's wrong?" I asked looking at my wrist. She pulled out her left arm and there on her wrist- "I have the same tattoo." She said looking at me in the eyes. Wow we really are twins.