P.S. I Lime You

Chapter 20-Mariah

The day I met Wesley was one of the hardest days of my life. I didn't exactly show the slightest interest in him, because I had personal issues going on in my own life. My mom renewed her contract with her business which meant longer hours, frequent trips away from home, and less movie nights sharing the same bowl of popcorn. My sister decided that she wanted to live in the dormitory at the University instead of live at home. I'm pretty sure my boyfriend Brian was cheating on me, but I feared for my life if I had to break up with him. I had no one. Most teenagers complained that they have no privacy and that their parents are too invasive, but I was begging my family to stay. I desperately wanted something constant in my life, and then Wesley showed up. He was so weird, and creepy. The way he stared at me through his window made me think he was some pedophile. I remember tackling him and seeing his reaction and hearing the thoughts that came after that moment. After he had told me that no one would care if I died, I noticed he was bleeding on his elbow. As much as I hated him at the time, his cut looked deep and I wanted to make sure he was okay.

"You're bleeding," I said with just a little ounce of concern.

"What!" Wesley looked down at his pants. Why would he look down at his pants? What an idiot!

I was annoyed again, I just kept thinking that having patience with this boy had to get me brownie points with God if he ever let me into heaven. "Your elbow, you're bleeding on your elbow!"

"Oh! That, that's not a big deal. Thanks for letting me know," Wesley said politely.

His tone and mannerisms made me start to feel horrible for tackling him.

"Here, come with me," I said as I led him by the hand to my house.

"Wait, you're taking me to your house?" Wesley seemed very nervous. I could feel his palms getting sweatier by the second.

"Yes." I had used my words carefully, because my face was saying a million things at this point.

"Okay....... James, my last name is James," he said making sure I was aware of his full name.

Wesley's face was turning pale.

"Hey Wesley, do you faint at the sight of blood?" I was deeply concerned asking this question.

"Uh...no," he said, unsure of his answer.

"Come on just a few steps up the porch and then into the house."

He started walking like he was drunk, but when I got closer to him, he had no smell of alcohol on him.

"Stop here, I think... I think I'm gonna.... oh crap." He threw up everywhere! All over my porch, and all over me. I was going to be sick too if he didn't stop.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll clean this up, oh God what did I just do! Why did it have to be in front of you?" Wesley didn't realize I was standing right there, and as much as I wanted to be grossed out, I developed a heart for this boy and I wanted to clean him up and show him that I cared. Who was I? I ran upstairs to change first, and then I grabbed a few towels. Wesley laid so helplessly on the second step of my porch. He only made it to the second step, but managed to vomit on all five steps.

"Hey, Wesley, can you sit up for me?" He did exactly as I said, what a good boy he was.

He was so strong and built. It hurt to sit him up straight. "Can I take your shirt off?" I asked kindly. He nodded.

I lifted his shirt over his head and the smell was repulsive. I remembered getting my first aid and safety badge in girl scouts. I was such a punk, I refused to do anything that had to do with vomit, blood, pee, or feces. My leader told me that if I wanted to complete the sash with all the badges, I had to endure the worst. I got over it, and finally I received my badge. I felt honored that I could put my skills to use at this moment with Wesley.