Finding Love Again

Part One

"David!" I yelled, beckoning my boyfriend in the room.

"Yeah, babe" he answered, popping his head in.

"I don't know what to wear tonight for Dad's barbeque. Should I go casual or dressy?" I implored, holding up a short, strapless, dark berry purple dress with a flowery halter neck in one hand and cute tie-dye denim shorts and a black satin top that moulded by feminine shape to perfection in the other.

"Hmm" David hummed, rubbing at the slightly present stubble on his chin.

He was drop-dead gorgeous with long sandy blonde hair stopping just above the shoulders, eyes of pure green and blue swirling together in an endless motion and the cutest dimples I had ever seen, I loved making him smile, it literally brightens up my day.

He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his lips neared my ear and he whispered "I think you'd look unimaginably sexy in either".

"Oh you think so" I cheekily smirked.

"Why yes, yes I do" he replied. He subtly stole the clothes from my hands, throwing them on my bed and swung me around so that our eyes were interlocked. He brought our foreheads together and I sighed. "I love you, you know that?" I questioned.

"I must know, because I love you right back" he replied.

He leaned in, closer and closer, until finally our lips touched. Goosebumps encircled my entire body as his hands traced up my back, over my shoulders, twirling in my hair and cupped each side of my face. It was soft, tender at first but grew hungrier and hungrier, us moulding into one. We were disturbed by the sound of my mother clearing her throat and we broke away instantly. I looked at her, she wore a grey plaid suit, her dark brown curly hair pulled back and piled atop her head, cute little ringlets disobeyed and lined her face, her hands placed judgmentally on her hips, favouring her left side, her mauve covered lips displayed in a disappointed pout and her dark green eyes brimming with the 'Mom look'.

"Um, hi Mom" I awkwardly greeted.

"Hmm, yes well, Kiara, can I speak with you a moment?" she asked, tapping her foot rhythmically on the ground.

"Yeah, sure" I answered, I turned to face David. "We'll continue this when I get back" I winked.

"Can't wait" he acknowledged. Yep, Kiara Robertson, thats me. I'm 15, I live in Brooklyn and go to Midwood high, I'm completely and utterly in love with my boyfriend David of 17 and a half months, he's my everything. "Kiara!" my mother yelled, interrupting me from my thoughts.

"Coming, coming" I hastily returned. I quickly walked behind my mother out the door, closing it gently behind me.

"What do you need, Mom?" I asked.        

"You're coming to your father's party tonight, aren't you?" she inquired.

"Yeah, David's coming too" I confirmed.

"Good, that's good" she vocalized, not speaking directly to me, more like through me.  

"Why, what's wrong?" I questioned.

 "Honey, I don't know how to tell you this but your father was fired this morning, your sister has already told me she won't be coming, your father was so disappointed. I really think he needs someone to be there for him, you understand, don't you?" she explained.  

"Of course I understand. God, Mom, this is horrible" I stated.

 "I know it is, he's devastated" she agreed, looking up at me guilty. Oh no, this is never good.