Love Is Full Of Suprises

I was doing my own little thing, walking home from school, humming a tune, and smiling because the school day was finally over! The tune that I was humming to was coming from my earphones, that were connected from my Ipod.

* my head is stuck in the clouds

She begs me to come down

She says “boy, quit foolin around”

I told her “ I love the view from up here

Warm sun and wind in my ear”

We’ll watch the world from above as it

Turns to the rhythm of love*

Rhythm of Love by the Plain White Tee’s. today was a pretty chilly day out. The sun was trying to break through the thick mass of clouds that covered the sky like a blanket. I love the rain, and I love thunderstorms, I don’t know why maybe it was because I was born in basically a monsoon. but for some reason i hate the dark, it sounds foolish but i just hate it, i have sinse i was a kid.

By now I was walking up my driveway. And if you were wondering if I have to walk home from school everyday, than the answer is unfortunately yes. I was walking up the steps that lead to my front door. Oh shoot! I forgot that mom wasn’t due back home until 4:30 this afternoon, and its only like 2:05. She told me that she had to work extra longer today because there was this man that was holding their annual ‘important’ fundraiser for the company, and the meeting was today, yeah, its important for all the staff and employers that work for the company to be there today.

I was in the process of digging through my bag, looking for my missing keys to the front door, sense it was locked, when the front door of the house flew open. What the…

I looked at the person who almost flung the door off the hinges and saw that it was…mom? what was she doing home 2 hours early?

" hey mom, uhm what are you doing home s-" she cut me off mid-sentence by grabbing a hold of my wrist and physically pulling me into the house. well then! " hello to you to mom" . okay something is up, I know this because she only acts like this when she is nervous or has bad news or maybe even both, and it may not be bad news to other people but it could be bad news to me depending on what it is, because you see if its bad news I could get upset, but not like a baby whining upset or a physical violent upset, it just depends. that’s why whenever she has to tell me something like this, she gets all jittery and nerved up, I mean its not like im gonna bite her head off or anything!

"honey, I have someone that I would like you to meet, so be nice" my mom said pointing her index finger at me, " and NO CURSING this is very important, get it? got it? Okay good. now remember behave." she shoved me into the living room and closed the door. I heard the click of a lock. really she had to lock the door. realization dawned on me, what if- oh no please oh please don’t let it be him. don’t let it be my father. I never met him and I not ready to meet him.

I shut my eyes tight not even having one single thought about opening them. I heard a boy chuckle, followed by footsteps, so I stiffened. who is in the room with me?

" awe the poor baby is scared, why so scared scaredy cat" oh no, person-i-dont-know, you did not just friggin go there. one thing you should know about me, don’t get me mad, or my temper will blow. " what the f*** did you just call me? who are you to call me a scaredy cat of a douche like you. do you want to call me a scaredy cat now bastard? huh do ya?" that’s when I realized I was yelling at the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen. he had dark brown, almost black hair and had a mixture of blue with tints of emerald green here and there in his eyes. ok I will admit he is pretty muscular and very fine looking. he had tanned skin and had nice looking abs and-WHAT THE FLIP AM I THINKING!!!

"like what you see" the dude asked with a smirk on his face. ugh.jerk.

"NO WAY IN H*LL, but I tell you when I do which will be uhm oh I don’t know NEVER" I screamed in his now shocked face. I ran out the side door from the living room that led to the front corridor and sprinted up the stairs to my bedroom.

wait what am I doing, I have to go back down there and find out why he is here, and why he so called 'thinks' he can barge into my life and be a jerk. I don’t even know jerk-faces name.

to I opened my bedroom door and went down the hallway towards the staircase. as I took the first step, what I heard confused me and surprised me!

I heard my mom crying. I haven’t heard her cry since.....Tracy don’t think about it!! I screamed mentally reminding myself to push it to the back of my mind and keep it there. I went down the stairs slowly, because all of a sudden I got a wave of dizziness.

as I rounded the corner from the stairs I walking into the living room were I found my mother weeping on the couch, and trying but failing to quiet her sobs.

I rushed over to her side and took the seat next to her on our black leather couch. I pulled her into a comforting hug that she gently returned back. she hid her face near my shoulder and I could feel her fresh tears staining my shirt. " mom why are you crying, did that jerk hurt you" I questioned her. oh I swear if that hot boy hurt my mother physically or even dang emotionally I don’t care, he has something coming.

she lifted her head up from my chest and said" that sweet boy, no he isn’t a jerk at all. no that boy would never do such a thing, well without a good reason to, but no he did lay a finger on me. how could you think of him like that you barley even know him?" I sighed in relief, and ignored her question and said" well than why are you crying, you haven’t cried since... you haven’t cried in a long time, so mom, please tell me what happened" I pleaded. she let out a few sniffles, and wiped away the tear streaks with the back of her hand. she then began to speak " I’m sorry I never told you, im so sorry sweety, I wanted to, I wanted to tell you so badly but I just couldn’t that’s what he said" she threw her face in her hands and started sobbing hard.. what the heck is she talking about? and who is this dude that is having her keep something from her own daughter, and telling her what to do? who does he think he is?

" mom who is this dude your talking about, he has no right to tell you what to say or do." I said moving her hands away from her face so she could look at me.

" he does have a right to say those things because if he didn’t.....if he didn’t you wouldn’t be here right now!"

do you peoples like it?, if nobody comments on telling me if they do or not than im just gonna delete it, but if you do comment and I see a few votes than I will get the picture that you guys want more

~TwEeTy~