Chapter 1
My mind kept racing. "It feels so right, how could it be wrong?" Nothing made sense anymore, all I knew, was that I wanted to see her again. My family wouldn't approve, but until that night, I wasn't sure of how I felt. Hell, I never knew how I could feel. As I lay in the darkness of my room, the moon shining through my window frame. She was racing through my mind, but there was something I still couldn't shake. As I think to myself, questions go in and out of my head. "What do I do now? How do I confess? What do I tell her? What will he think? Will he still love me?"
Slowly I drifted off to sleep, under the dark grey comforters of my queen size bed. Lightning flickered on my bedroom floor through the window. Rain softly pelted itself onto the glass and the roof of the blue house. Thunder had crashed into the distance before I remember waking up the next morning. Like usual I get dressed, nothing fantastic, skinny jeans, my white and grey leopard spotted tank top, studded black belt, and my plaid jacket. I walk down the hallway past the stairs and slip into the bathroom by the closet holding the towels. I look at myself in the mirror, feeling like a wreck. "I should get more sleep" I cant help but look at how pale my completion is. I slap some foundation on, liquid eyeliner, and mascara. Brush through my hair, straighten it making sure every layer fit perfectly in it's own place.
Making my way down the hallway to the stairs, down, and then taking a left then another left into the kitchen. The black with white marble countertops shined a reflection of my shadow as I walk to the coffee maker. The dark roast was my favorite, soon I pour a cup, sitting down waiting for my friend to call. Nick always called in the mornings, If he didn't he would usually knock at the door and have a chat.
A few minutes have past then was startled by 3 loud hard knocks on the door. I ran to the door thinking it was the police. Once again, I had been tricked realizing it was Nick through the peep hole in the door. Slowly I opened it and I could see his smiling face.
"Good morning Jadyn!" He walked in with a book from the "Nights of the Moon" series I had been reading.
"Morning Nick", I replied, "You seem awfully cheerful this morning." As If I could ever know why, he always had this thing with seeing girls at the mall and asking them on a date.
"Did you remember what day it is today?" Nick asked me, looking right into my eyes, grinning as if I should know what he's talking about.
"Um...Horror movie Saturday?"
"No! You're going to make pancakes for me today....I can't believe you forgot!" Nick shouted laying the book down by the current "Nights of the Moon book I had been reading, the 2nd volume, Scarlet Tears." I walk over to my silver fridge, pulling out some ingredience for french toast.
"You want vanilla in them this time?" I turn to face him, then see he is closer than I though. He stood right behind me wearing his converse, black jeans, chain hooked to them, and his black Suicide silence tank top I got him when we went to their last concert before the lead singer Mitch died.
"You know what I like." I look at him, thinking he's crazier than usual this morning, I was about to ask him why, but decided to get something in my system before anything else. "Oh, hey, mind if I have a cup myself?" Nick is pointing to the coffee maker, Mr.Brewmaster with the black silky gold a few inches away from his fingertips.
"Nah, go for it bro. It's that dark roast you wanted to try. You know, the one with the caramel in it?" I put the bread into the egg batter with vanilla and milk then drop them into the pan being heated on the electric stove.
Nick goes over to the cupboard and grabs himself the Anarchy cup he bought me when we went to the mall. "Thanks! I've wanted to try this, just have to get through the rest of my coffee first though!" he laughs a little bit as he pours his cup with a few shots of caramel and vanilla creamer and a spoon of sugar. Just how I like my coffee in fact. This is probably because me and Nick grew up together since we were in diapers. He always helped me with whatever I needed. I would open my window late at night when we were kids and he would sneak in and spend the night. Remembering he's still as quirky as ever made me laugh. Still the same goofball that lives next door like the years before.
