I walked in the door and that's when I saw him. He was standing there with his bright blue eyes and his perfect amber hair. As I stood there looking at him the room seemed to stand silent and still as if we were the only two people alive. My heart starts to beat and that's when a hand snaps me out of it.
"Hey. Hey!" says my sister as she snaps her fingers in my face.
"What! What do you want?" I say upset as she had just ruined my daydream. I look around to see where he went, but he was gone.
"You're in the way!" my sister yells back.
I look behind me and there is a little old woman trying to get by.
"Sorry." I say as I scratch my neck awkwardly and she looks at me weirdly as she scoots her way in.
I see my parents talking to some important looking people and my sister, playing with some other girls around her age. My family and I came to this party because my dad works with some investors and they invited us to their house. I didn't really want to come, but my mother insisted.
I walk over to a table in the middle of their dining room. I pick up a cup and pour some punch into it. I start to drink the very delicious drink when I see him again. From the sight of his perfect bosom, I drop my cup of dark cherry punch all over my lace white dress. The cool liquid seeps into my skin as I cringe at the feeling. No one really seems to notice, but I am quick to leave the room. Not knowing where the bathroom is, I ask a nice looking woman. She points in the direction of a small door surrounded by people. I try the handle and it opens.
I quickly run in without looking inside. I close the door and let out a sigh of relief. I look in the mirror and down at my dress. I let out a little whine. I look at the toilet and almost scream at the sight of a boy sitting there. His face was horrified at seeing that I had just walked in on him using the bathroom. I quickly close my eyes and then realize that, that was the teenaged boy I had kept dreaming about.
"What the hell!" he yells,"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" he asks in an angry tone, yet sexy voice, and his face turning red from embarrassment.
"I-I—" I try to say something but am too shocked and mesmerized to let something out.
"Get out!" he practically screams at me as I rush out of the small room.
I close the door and then look around not knowing what to do. I walk around for a little looking for a towel or a wet napkin to try and wipe out the stain in my dress. As I walk around trying to find a room that might have cleaning materials I notice that other people are starting to stare at me. I find the back door and I open it to exit the house in a hurry.
As I step into the brisk air I suddenly wished I had worn sweatpants, and wasn't covered in Cabernet Franc. My mom is one of those ladies who only wore dresses and doesn't like to have fun. She wears a lot of jewelry and high heeled shoes. I like to wear sweatpants and vans, but you know if your mom is threatening of grounding you because you won't put on a dress, you gotta do what you gotta do. I sit down on the steps and breath in the brisk winter air. I look out into the distance and see a single snowflake falling. I smile a little and then hear someone coming. I quickly move off the steps and behind a bush which I fall into and get pricked by the needles on the branches. I muffle my screams and curse under my breath. The door opens and the boy I had walked in on steps out. He looks into the darkness and also sees the snowflakes.
I try to get out of the bush and make just enough noise for him to hear.
"Whose there?" he calls out into the dark night.
I stay silent not trying to call anymore attention to myself. He starts to walk around trying to find what had made the strange noise. He holds his hand up to his forehead trying to look through the dark. After a little he gives up. He walks back to the porch and sits down, bringing something rolled to his lips and cupping his now growing flame. I scowl him, fist in the air, for not going in so I can escape.
Twenty minutes later it has started to snow pretty hard and he is still sitting on the porch while I was stuck in this damn bush freezing my ass off. Finally, I give up and let out a yelp. It wasn't very loud because my voice was strained from the freezing temperature.
Thankfully, he hears me and stands up again.
"Whose there?" he says again.
"Over hear." I say using any and all energy I had that hadn't been sucked out of me.
He walks over and spots me.
"What th—" he pauses and sees that I need his help."What are you doing down there?" he says as if he were amused.
"Just h-help me o-out." I say as my body shivers. He walks over and looks at me. Then he leans down and grabs onto my shoulders hard and pulls me out.
"OUCHHH!!!" I scream because he had ripped me out of the prickle bush.
He laughs a little and then feels my skins. "You're cold as ice." he says and his voice sounds a little worried, but still strong.
"No s-shit sh-erl-lock. N-not like I've b-been out here for t-the past twenty m-minutes." I say and he starts walking me over to the porch. He sits me down and brushes the snow off my hair and face. He moves closer so that there isn't anymore room between us. I can feel his warmth on my cool skin and already have started to warm up a little.
"So," he says with a smirk on his face,"how did you fall into that bush?"
"W-whatever." I say trying to avoid the subject.
He looks at me and then suddenly recognizes who I am. He backs away a little and his face loses the smirk.
"Hey you're the girl who walked in on me!" he says as he narrows his eyebrows at me.
"Yup." I state and smirk a little.
"Why the hell did you do that for?" he says a little annoyed and his neck starting to turn red from embarrassment.
"I was trying t-to wash out t-this stain on my dress you see—" I stop and think about the situation."Hey why are you blaming m-me for this? I'm not the one w-who left the door unlocked." I smile a little and his face turns completely red.
"Well," he trails off not knowing what to say. Then he just looks at me. He looks straight into my eyes. I stir awkwardly and he just keeps staring. Then he moves in a little closer. His breath now caressing my face and again there is no room between us. There is silence for a little and then he leans in closer, a fact I didn't know possible, and his lips brush my slightly purple lips ever so slightly.
"W-what are you doin—" I say shocked as he had tried to kiss me.
Then he backs away a little to give me room to breath.
"You haven't told me your name yet." he says in a smooth voice still close to my face.
I am about to speak when the door opens startling both of us. There stands the person who had just ruined the moment. My mother. She looks at me and then down at my dress. She grabs me by my frozen arm and starts dragging me into the house.
"What have you done to this dress?" she says in a very angry voice.
"I-I—" I try to explain, but she is already pulling in. The boy is still sitting there looking at only me.
"You know this dress cost a lot of money," my mother trails on angrily. I look at the boy as the door is closing and he looks at me and I worry that this will be the last time I will ever see him again.
This is the first book that I will be publishing. I will try to update every week. I hope you like it! ;)
