Chance

Chapter 14 - Unprepared

Adam Andrew Brown

When I was much younger, my mother had taken me over to her friend's house. The moms were having a "little party" and I was promised children my age, so I went.

She took me to this three storey house adorned with white marble and green creepers on the respective sides of the house. It looked like a mini Greek palace.

My little mind couldn't comprehend architectural beauty, but I knew for a fact that this house was fantastic.

No, the word is picturesque. I wasn't much of an artist, but I'd paint that house. Even today, I'd paint that house from memory.

Inside, the walls were covered with expensive wallpaper and the floor was of dark wood. The furniture matched perfectly. It was the exact opposite of what our house at the time looked like.

I instantly fell in love with that house.

I was sent to a room when the children were. There were about seven girls and two boys. I didn't know any of these children. I sat by the group.

None of them looked particularly striking to me. Nobody seemed interesting enough to start a conversation with. And mind you, I was only eleven.

So I spoke about Pokémon.

The girls seemed least interested which irked me a little, because who didn't love Pokémon? The two boys, though hesitant at first, told me that they'd rather watch American cartoons than Pokémon.

I was done, dusted and ready to leave. I had had enough of their snotty rich kid nonsense. Turning down Pokémon? That's idiotic. Moronic. Absolute pants.

I had never felt so annoyed with people and what they thought and how their opinions were different from mine (even if they were wrong).

I wish I could have zapped those children and reduced them to ashes.

I never felt so annoyed until now. Now was the limit.

Shei was really getting on my nerves now.

Come over tonight. Don't bring anything. Also, leave that new found heroism of yours at home.

He couldn't handle a damn thing. I really considered going over. I debated with myself whether it was a smart decision to go or not. Soon I realised there was no point in talking to myself, so I called Sylver.

I went through my contracts and scrolled to her name. I considered adding her to my speed dial. I smiled to myself.

"Sylver" and behind it, a beautiful candid I had taken of her from when we had gone to see Green Day live.

Unlike the other names in my contacts, I hadn't put Sylver's full name. I felt it wasn't needed to save her number under "Sylver A Armstrong" because to me, she was just Sylver. She was just my Sylver.

I pressed call.

After the first few rings, she picked up.

"Adam Brown," she said in a single breath. She sounded...content.

"Hey! I gotta, uh, ask you something, uh, it's about, uh, um, Sylver?" I stuttered. Why was I suddenly stuttering?

"Yeah?" she asked. "Could you do me a favour and come over, um, now?" I asked.

What I really wanted was her face next to mine, her lips against mine, her breath slowly exhaling my name softly against my neck. I wanted to see her. I wanted to hold her.

"I'll see you in 5?" she said. Her voice lingered with a shred of hope. I bet she thought I didn't catch it.

"Sure."

She hung up. And I realised that I hadn't showered. So I took my shirt off, and then my jeans, and then my socks.

I looked at the clock and quickly popped in the shower, my mind drifting off to Sylver's strawberry scented shampoo, her dark blue fingernails, her shredded jeans and her dirty Converse. I couldn't help but smile to myself thinking about her quirky in-your-face remarks, her stormy gray eyes and her secret singing voice.

I turned the hot water knob and I started to wash myself, completely forgetting why I had called Sylver in the first place.

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"Baby," I whispered in her ear. I felt her smile. She giggled and pinned me down. We were on the floor.

"Sylver." I smiled and felt content with where life has brought me. If I were to die right now, I'd die a happy man.

"Adam Brown." She giggled.

I took the chance and turn us around. Now she was pinned down. "Hey, you." Sylver was blushing.

"Wanna bake some cookies?" I asked.

"Sure. If you take your shirt off." She bit her finger. She was being naughty.

"Sylver."

I kissed her and took my shirt off. I got up and helped her get up. Then I held her hand and led her to the kitchen.

My mother was at work, so we had the house to ourselves. We could fool around as much as we wanted to.

"I changed my mind. I don't really want to bake," I said.

"All I want to do is kiss you," she said. "I want to devour you, baby," she exhaled. Her eyes were burning, they were absolutely ablaze with lust.

But did she really want this?

I lead her to couch and kissed her. She started to take lead. Then she held my hands and brought them to her chest. The moment my hands were pressed against her breasts, I felt her smile. She really wanted this.

I started to unbutton her blouse. She seemed to be seriously into this. I broke away the kiss, half of her shirt unbuttoned. She looked at me, confused. "Are you sure?" I said.

"I love you, Adam Brown. I want this with you. Just you."

She leaned in to kiss me again. I closed my eyes and finished unbuttoning her blouse. She took it off and chucked it across the room. She unhooked her bra and took it off.

We both sat there shirtless. I really didn't know what to do in this situation. So I told her the only thing I could think of.

"I don't have a condom."

"What?! How could you not have one?" She asked. She seemed to be so shocked.

"Never thought I'd need one in school. I'm sorry, Sylver," I said, trying to collect my dignity.

But she was looking for the clothes that she had opened. That she had opened for me. "Let me help you," I said.

Just as I was about to help her, the doorbell rang.

I looked at the clock. It wasn't time for my mum to be back. Who could it be?

"Whoever it is, I'll get rid of them and then we can talk, alright?"

Sylver rolled her eyes.

I opened the door and a furious Shei stood in front of me and a half naked Sylver behind me.

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I might update very soon. Might. :3