Love is strong but can it survive summer?(On Hold)

Love is strong but can it survive summer(Chapter 7: You scared the...out of me)

Chapter 7: Kara’s POV: You scared the hell out of me

I stood up and turned my back to the window to turn on the lamp beside the couch then I went to the window and opened the curtains completely to get a better view of outside. No Kyle.  I could have sworn I saw Kyle.  Whatever.  I must have imagined it.  

I see a box in our front porch.  That’s weird someone must’ve brought it and left because I didn’t hear the mailman calling anyone. 

I try to see if the box says anything but since its all dark except for the moonlight and the streetlight that give this dark night a little spark of life. 

As I inch closer to the window my breath fogged the glass. 

Suddenly out of nowhere this dark figure appears in front of me making jump and scream.  I guess my scream was pretty loud because the figure in front of me covers his ears.

I run to the closet in the hallway to get my dark pink baseball bat that my dad gave me as a birthday gift two weeks ago.  It still has the pretty orange and purple bow that matches perfectly the pretty colors and designs of my girly bat.  I take off the bow and take a deep breath.  

Oh My GOD!! What am I gonna do?  That guy outside is probably a thief or even worse a rapist and I’m all alone here defenseless. 

I run to the small wall between the entrance door and the family room.

When I take a peek at the window I see Kyle staring at me waving his hand.

I turn on all the switch lights, which instantly makes the front of my house light up.

That jerk is gonna hear from me.

I unlock the door and the cool night temperature makes me shiver. 

When I step outside barefoot I see Kyle standing in front of me smiling at me again. 

“Hey.” He says is if we were meeting at a mall in a Saturday afternoon.

“Hey?”  I say pissed and pick up some letters that were on the floor, astonished at how coolly he’s acting considering he appeared at my house in the middle of the night like a f***ing psycho.  I put the bat against the wall and stare at him giving him my angriest look.

“How are you?”

 “How am I?” I ask walking toward him as angry as I have ever been.

“You idiot, psycho, moron, stupid, careless, selfish, maniac, self-centered…I thought you were a f***ing thief or a f***ing rapist or something.  You scared the hell out of me.” I said smacking him with the envelopes I had in my right hand and alternating the hits with my left hand as a fist (I really wasn’t hitting him hard but he had to get the picture that I was pissed).

“Hey, hey.  What’s wrong?”  He said backing away a little I guess so I would stop hitting him.

“What’s wrong?  Are you seriously asking me that?  What could be even more wrong than appearing at a girl’s house in the middle of the night like a f***ing freak without telling-”  

 That’s when he took me by arms with both his hands, pulled me as close as I could be to him and pressed his lips into mine.

Then his hands moved from holding my shoulders to my back trapping me in a tight warm delicious hug. 

I couldn’t help it but I had to keep kissing him.  I felt safe with him, unlike a couple of seconds ago, so I just stood there letting him kiss me. 

Suddenly I feel my legs really cold and this sort of snapped me back into reality.  Sort of. 

I took a step back breaking from Kyle’s hug and separating our lips, and when I look down at my feet I realize that I don’t have any pants on.  I’m just wearing a black t-shirt that has a red heart on it that covers up to the middle of my butt, and my underwear.  So I’m technically semi-naked in front of a really cute boy that likes me in the middle of the night in my house parent free.  As far as other regular teenager experiences go in these circumstances the outcome of the night is not good.  Good thing I’m not a regular teenager, brainless and stupid.