Just Let Me Kiss You

Chapter 1

I sat at the corner table in Starbucks, the one pressed against the instersecting double-paned windows, sipping my Vente Mocha Cookie Crumble. Man, I loved that drink. I ordered it with extra whip cream, with chocolate drizzle and chocolate shavings. I watched as the occasional car passed by, the drivers giving a friendly wave. Yes, I live in a small town, the people here are very friendly and we all pretty much know each other.

It's the summer after my senior year of High School, and I still haven't decided which college I want to go to.  

Why does school have to be so stressful? It's all like, 'Yes! I graduated high school! No more stupid teachers, NO MORE HOMEWORK!' and then you find yourself doing homework all summer. Yeah, it's something called research. Looking up good colleges and studying whether or not the college you may be interested in is the best thing for you.

I glanced around the shop, looking for something interesting to keep my eyes on besides the window. Then I noticed, a workman rolling a stick-on sign to the ad wall. And yes, unlike most Starbucks, mine has a wall covered in advertisements. I ventured over to the wall to check out the new advertisement.

It was for a college in New Zealand; Massey University. Looking for new students, have many slots available to those looking for a good college. Offering discounted prices to those coming in from out of country.

... Wow... this school must be really desparate for students.

There was a small holder next to the poster with brochures for the college. I quickly grabbed one, planning to show it to mom. I turned around to find myself tripping over a football jacket. Literally.

I fell to the floor, and no, no one caught me. I landed in a faceplant, my arms hitting the floor last. Just my luck for having poor reflexes. The boy in the football jacket I had tripped over was looking down at me. "Smooth," He said, smirking, extending a hand to lift me up.

"Thanks, but no thanks." I pushed his hand away, pulling myself off the floor. "It was you I had tripped over after all." I dusted myself off, then looked up to see his gorgeous face and dark blonde hair.

"Thanks, but... I'm taken by," he motioned his hand at his face, "this, gorgeousness."

"A little self-obsessed?" I smirked, crossing my arms.

"No!" He paused, "I just love myself." The boy smiled, wrapping his arms around himself.

"Sooo, you think you're gorgeous?" I asked, eyeing him with an idiotic smile.

"Honey, please."

Honey?

"I know, I'm gorgeous." He said, emphasizing the word 'know'.

"What-and-ever," I rolled my eyes.

He gave a 'psht' before speaking, "You're just jealous." He gave his signature smirk from before.

"Riiight." I picked my brochure off the ground, heading back to my seat.

"Wait..." The boy grabbed my arm, "The name's Parker."

I stared at him, Parker waiting for me to respond.

"Sydney..." I smiled, shyly.

"So Sydney, I'll see you later?" Parker gave a flirty smile.

I laughed, "In your dreams."

As I walked off, I barely managed to hear him say, "She wants me." I imagine him saying so while popping his jacket collar.

*

"Mom, I'm home." I called, excited to show her the brochure. "Mom?"

I ventured into the kitchen, expecting her to be over an open flame, cooking up some new invention of hers. Nothing.

I gave a small frown, but quickly wiped it off as I headed towards the fridge. I feel like I'm almost starved.

I reached in and grabbed my favorite, strawberries. The packaging felt weird, though. Rough, rather than smooth. I quickly pulled them out.

I didn't have to examine the package long to figure mom left a note on top.

Sydney,

I'm going to be gone for the night, it's nothing big so you don't need to worry. I'm staying at a friends tonight. I precooked some pasta shells for you, just heat it in the microwave for dinner. I'll be home sometime after noon tomorrow, just about.

Love you, Mom

I sighed, I really wanted to tell her about the college. I was also kind of mad, she should know that I'm old enough to understand what she meant by 'friend' when she never inserts a name. For all I know she could be out having sex with some guy, I don't even know, whom could turn out to be my future father... Unless she's become a lesbian. I shuddered at the thought, I didn't even want to think about it. Besides, she is a grown woman, she should be able to do as she pleases.

I sighed in defeat, trying to forget about all I had just thought of. I wandered over to the couch, and slumped onto it. I lazily reached for the remote and turned on Spongebob.

I seriously do not care that I'm 19, Spongebob is still the greatest show ever.

I cracked open the case of strawberries, snacking on them, two at a time.

*

I opened my eyes, everything slowly fading from blurriness. Friends was on TV at the moment, this is the episode where Ross and Joey had the 'greatest nap ever' on Joeys couch, together.

I pulled up the guide to check the time, 2:37 am. When did I even fall asleep? Oh well, it doesn't really matter anyways.

I waltzed into the kitchen, honestly, right now, the only difference between me and a zombie is that I'm alive.

I know my hair is a mess, my makeup is probably smeared and I'm walking at a speed of about one foot per hour.

I pulled a container full of pasta shells, plain, and stuffed it in the microwave.

Good thing mom thought to precook my dinner, I am so tired right now, I barely even made it to the fridge. But my body is probably going to start waking up in about ten or fifteen minutes.

I lay on my bed, my laptop in front of me and, naturally, my feet in the air. I couldn't get to sleep so I decided to watch YouTube videos until I actually was tired.