The Call

A/N: I'm putting this short story back on my page because I loved it so much.

This story was written back in 2012!

Short story of 2 chapters. Be warned, this isn't one of my humorous stories or anything light and carefree, it does touch a dark side of Angst.

xx

July 27th 2012, 11:37pm.

Evening's winter rain couldn't cool the heat inside the vehicle parked on the curve of her house. It spat with an angry cry, forcing the freezing water to sputter madly against the window that blocked its touch from the two teenagers seated in silence.

The grey truck felt hot, sticky from the tension as though the air held the burning inferno that surged between them. He turned the gas off and waited until the cough died out from the broken engine, the headlights switching off almost immediately. Her hands were trembling, and the blood that rushed through her body felt thinner than paper but her skin was so sensitive, so fragile that even the air filling the space between them felt heavy and painful against it. She couldn't speak, let alone move but neither did he for the silence was so thick, the chainsaw packed in the boot of the truck couldn't handle such weight. This wasn't how she pictured her night, but then again who would?

Everything in her surroundings was surreal, as though she was watching the scene from the comforts of her bed instead of breathing in the darkness next to him. Her thick bottom lip caught between her teeth as she avoided his gaze.

Caramel eyes glanced up towards the misty silhouette of her double-story house, viewing the dancing trimmed branches of the leafless trees that swayed through the rain's tempo. The street lamps flickered as the storm went on, like a row of candles fighting against the tempting, chilly wind; the luminosity so beautifully cast it set alight of glowing remedy to the red nose and slightly heated cheeks that sat still in the man-made technology. It might've been perfect for such an unexpected night as the movies portray as the scene progresses to a romantic moment, when the female shyly invites the guy inside, a way of continuing through the passion they both felt. Still, Kayla knew it wasn't anything like that.

Tearing herself away from the view of her house, she found what little courage she had left and turned to the boy-no, the man seated beside her. His auburn hair sat flat against his head as if nothing new happened two and a half hours ago-according to the green digits printed across the dashboard. His eyes were dark to see but Kayla knew the colour represented in front of her; a shade of light cobalt eyes piercing through her soul burning bright and strong through the glaze of shadows and golden light. His sun-kissed skin looked pale in comparison to her olive-coloured tone, his lips a slight shade darker than his skin. If anyone had happened to walk by on a casual day, they would admire his godly features but be oblivious to the changes that only those two and a half hours had done to him. Just like her, he looked different. Good or bad, she wasn't too sure.

She listened to his breathing rather than the monstrous noise presented in the background because, unlike nature, the intake of breath he made was the most intoxicating sound she had ever heard. Feeling as if a seed was planted in her throat, she skidded her eyes lower to take in his bare muscles; the dark blue t-shirt with a Nike logo on the front only made his sculptured body look fitter, for the jacket he was missing sat on her lap as a blanket. Feeling her cheeks rise with warmth, even though the temperature must be somewhere only summer can be sought out, Kayla made a noise in the back of her throat, breaking the spell finally.

"Um," she mumbled, twisting her fingers together as the red chipped nail polish shone through the golden lights the street lamps provided. Her charcoal tresses shielded her view from his intense stare. "You can just call me tomorrow...after the interview and let me know how it went." She felt the click of her seatbelt before the heavy weight of her hand as she gripped the icy metal of the handle, surprised at how it stood out from the heat.