A Righteous Love

Chapter One - I'm Just Asking For Someone To Listen

Chapter One - "I'm Just Asking For Someone To Listen"

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Sleeping soundly in my bed, I pulled the covers tighter around myself and smiled a few moments later. Once I realized what day it was, that's what the smile was for.

It was Wednesday, April 3. Otherwise known as my seventeenth birthday.

The golden years of being a teenager.

It was still dark in my room as I sighed, knowing that I eventually had to get up for school. It was inevitable and a major part of life – I just wished it wasn't on my birthday.

The door to my bedroom slowly creaked open, and I figured it was my sister coming in to wake me up with a big "happy birthday" or something. She'd always been a nudge like that.

But instead of hearing my adorably annoying sister, I heard someone else's voice. The one voice in the world that could turn my shittiest mood into the best one. The voice that made chills run up my back.

The voice that made me smile.

"Hm... I think there's a birthday girl in here somewhere, but I can't find her. She must be sleeping. Which is a little ridiculous because honestly, who sleeps on their birthday? It's the one day a year where it's all about you and-" Chase flicked on the light to my room as he was rambling on and on.

I peeked open my eyes and smiled at him, even though the only thing seen out of my covers was from my eyes up. His eyes roamed around and when they landed on me, a wide grin spread across his face.

"Oh, there she is," he cheekily said.

"Here I am," I giggled.

"Well, isn't it nice to see you?" He waltzed across my room and sat down on my bed. "So tell me, my beautiful girlfriend of one year and eight months, how does it feel to be seventeen?" He turned his head and looked at me with a smirk. His arm was outstretched and his hand was folded into a fist like he was holding a microphone to my mouth.

I sat up, letting the covers fall and smiled. "I'm not seventeen yet, dummy," I rolled my eyes playfully, shoving his hand away.

"Oh, right. You're still a sixteen-year-old baby. You aren't officially seventeen until... three twenty-nine P.M. I believe?" He raised a dark eyebrow, bringing his "microphone" to himself.

"Wow, you got it right. I'm so proud of you," I grinned.

"I knew one of these days I'd get it right. I mean, we've known each other since elementary school after all," his smirk grew, as he stretched his long arm out and flicked my nose with his fingers.

I scrunched my nose up with a smile. "You do realize that it's six-thirty in the morning, right?" I asked.

"I do," he nodded curtly.

"You are a nut," I shook my head with a giggle.

"Yeah, I know," he grinned. He leaned towards me and pressed his lips softly to mine for a few seconds before slightly pulling away. "Happy birthday," he whispered, his lips mumbling against mine.

"Thank you," I smiled and kissed him once more.

After struggling to get out of my bed for a few more minutes, I finally got up and started getting ready. Chase sat on my bed and mindlessly played with his phone, completely ignoring anything I was saying about an outfit choice. Which was usually how it went with us.

We loved each other to death, but he tended to ignore me whenever I talked about clothes, makeup, or celebrities, and I did the same when he brought up business-related things, math, and cars. But especially math.