Forbidden Love

Ever/Damen

Ever

Beep, beep, beep. That's what I wake up to, the noise that stupid alarm makes every morning. It's barely 7:10 a.m. I can sleep more, but it's my first day of senior year at L.A. High School and I don't want to be late. So, I run to my closet and grab the hanger with the clothes I prepared over night. I get dressed in some cute orange shorts, my favorite button down shirt that flows and my new adorable sandals that I just bought a few days ago. As fast as I could, I go to my mirror to fix my hair and apply my makeup. 

I didn't have the time to put all of my makeup on, so I just put on some eyeliner around my aqua ocean eyes. I also really didn't have any time left to curl my hair so I just brushed it. My hair is a golden brown, like fudge chocolate and is naturally straight as a pencil. People say I look like my mom's twin, tall, skinny, big aqua blue eyes, small nose, small ears, big red lips, and rosy cheeks. I would've rather looked like my father instead, black curly hair and green eyes. The only thing I have from my dad is the name he chose, Ever, Ever Nightingale. 

Their names are Katherine and Richard. I love them so much, even if they seem to baby me a lot. I still have to grab a snack so I run down the stairs, grab a granola bar and water bottle, then snatch my backpack off the floor. 

As I reach the door, my mom hollers after me, " Ever! What about breakfast, honey? " 

I respond with, " I'm not that hungry and I don't want to be late, Mom! "

She replied, " At least come back to give your mommy a big hug and kiss! " See what I'm talking about?

" Ugh, fine then! " I holler back at her.

I run back to the kitchen and barely even give her a peck on the cheek, when she grabs me and smothers me all over her chest with the biggest hug ever. Then she lets go and gives me a kiss on the cheek that lasts almost a year. Even though she exaggerates and still treats me like a kid, I kind of like her treating me this way. I think it's cute and my dad's the same way. Life is good when you're the only child. 

When she's done with her cute yet annoying long goodbye, I walk out the door and stop on my porch to take a look at my neighborhood. I look up at the beautiful blue sky and then turn to see the big Hollywood sign on the high mountains that I love so much. I turn to look next to my house at the beautiful blue ocean view. I begin to remember what time it is and start running towards the school. As I turn the corner, I trip and suddenly fall on top of someone. I really shouldn't have worn these stupid sandals, huh?

Damen

I wake up at 6:30 a.m. to the " The Motto " blasting through the speakers on my iPod dock. I get dressed in some basketball shorts and tank top. I go down to my workout room and start doing my usual routine with the running, weights and sit-ups. Today is just going to be another day of having to deal with my parents. Oh no, today they work so I have the whole day to myself since it's Monday! Yes!

I quickly finish then run into the shower. I pull on my dark blue jeans and favorite gray t-shirt. I love this shirt, because it makes my gray eyes stand out and drives the ladies wild. I put on my white Nikes and look in the mirror. I look good, but my jet black hair needs a cut, so I grab my Obey snapback and put it on. Thank God I look like my mom and not my dad, because he is not good looking at all. 

I slide down the banister, because I personally think stairs are overrated and besides, my annoying parents aren't here to scold me. 

I get into the kitchen and our servant Guadalupe says, " Buenos dias, Senor Evans. Did you sleep well last night? I have pancakes, sausage, huevitos, hashbrown and my specialty, avena ready for your breakfast. I hope you like." 

She's always so nice and is like a second mother to me. In fact, she is more like my mother than the lady Athena that gave birth to me. My parents always have places to be and I never feel loved by them or feel the same affection as they gave Harry, my older brother. Guadalupe on the other hand, cares about me and makes time for me. She's the only real family I've got. 

I reply with, "Thank you so much, Guadalupe. I know everything will taste delightful, as they always do. You gotta tell me, what's your secret ingredient?" 

"Love," is what she answers. 

I just smile bashfully and say, "Awe, thanks Guadalupe. You're too sweet."

She just smiles at me and walks out of the kitchen to do whatever new chores my parents made her do today. She works too hard. Most of the things are what my parents should be doing, not her. For example, caring about me! I eat the very delicious breakfast she cooked and then run to the refrigerator to get a bottle of that blue drink my parents nag me to drink at least once a month or else I'll slowly die, because I've lived more than one should and all that stuff. 

Except one thing, there isn't any left. I have to drink it, so I start looking for the paper where my dad, Zeus, wrote down the ingredients and how to make it. It's supposed to rejuvenate me and make me look young again. It takes me half an hour to find it, because stupid Harry, misplaced it before he left for New York to find a job and finally stop lying around the couch like a fat pig. 

I walk out of the house at 8:40 a.m. and just stand on my porch for a while to stare at the same, big, beautiful Hollywood sign that I look at before going to sleep every night. I love California with its' ladies, fantastic views, and parties. I start walking towards the store to get the things I need. I'm sending my dad a quick text saying thanks for having the drink prepared while turning a corner, when suddenly someone falls on top of me, and my phone goes flying. It better not be broken for their sake.