Tomorrow Couldn't Come Any Faster

Chapter 4

I slowly wake up, and look at my clock. It's 6:30, and the bus comes in a half hour. I go to pick out something to match my new necklace, so I can impress Paul. God I hope he likes me. I pick out a black lace top and a blue skirt to match my necklace. I put my hair up in a messy bun, because all of my girlfriends say that guys think its sexy. I put on some black eyeliner and mascara to look extra pretty. What am I thinking. Will Paul actually go for me? I hope so. I get my backpack and go downstairs to the kitchen, where my dad has a muffin laid out for me with a note attached to it. Hes probably at work early again. On the note, it says:
Dear lovely Julie,
last night Paul was a gentleman and if he would like to come over again, he could. I think he fancies you. What a beautiful young lady you have grown to be.
Xoxo, dad
Wow! I love my daddy so much. I walk out the door and start heading to the bus stop. As I'm walking there, I see Paul. "Wow Juliette, you look stunning today!" He gives me a hug. Wow he gives the best compliments. I can really be myself around Paul. And god is he so hot! The bus comes, and we get on and sit next to each other. He looks at me "What is this you got here?" And points to my necklace. "Last night after you left, me daddy gave it to me. It was my mothers, before she passed last year." He looks saddened. He puts his hand on my thigh, and says "I get exactly how you feel. My mom passed away too" he hugs me again, and I am so happy. I hug him back, and hold him tighter than before. To get off the subject, I said "So when am I gonna hear you sing?" He smirks at me, and says "How about I come to your house today. I made a new song last night. Maybe you'd wanna hear it." "Yes!" I say, and we get off the bus.
Before I know it, it's the end of the day and I'm back in the bus sitting next to Paul. "So, am I going straight to your house once we get off?" "Sure," I reply. It's our stop and we get off to start walking to my house. We walk in my door, and my dad is there. "Aye Paul! How was your day?" "Good thanks. And you Mr.Palmer?" "Good. And since you're my little mate, you call me Jim." "Ok, Jim. Sounds good."
I take his hand and lead him upstairs to my bedroom. "Do you have a guitar?" He says, sounding hopeful. "Yes, I do in fact." I pull my Gibson that I haven't used in ages out from under my bed and hand it to him. "Wow, this thing is a beauty," he says. He starts to strum. "This is a bit out of tune, mind if I tune it?" "Please do so Paul." He tunes it without even having to look at the notches and strums. It sounds perfect. "Are ya ready for me to sing?" I smile at him, and nod "Just remember I wrote this last night, so sorry if its a bit shabby," he clears his throat, and starts to sing. "Oh yeah I tell you something, I think you'll understand... When I say that something, I wanna hold your hand! Now let me hold your hand, I wanna hold your hand," I listen to him and close my eyes as his beautiful voice is seeping into my imagination. His voice makes me reel with desire. His words are pouring out of his lips making it sound like a smooth pen gliding across paper... Making long beautiful notes that take you away from reality. Before I know it, he stops singing. "So did you like it?" I open my eyes. He is glowing. He's not even touching me and I can feel sparks fly between us. "That was beautiful." We gives a smile of relief. "We'll, Juliette, that isn't the only thing that is beautiful..." He looks straight at me. I'm so confused. What does he mean by that? "What do you mean?" I say to him. "Juliette, I've been meaning to say something to you since yesterday," oh god. Am I a freak or something? Was his being friendly to me a joke? I see girls at school cling onto him. What is he trying to say? "Well, Paul, you can tell me anything." He hesitates for a second, and then takes a deep breath. "Ok here we go. Ever since I saw you walk into that art room I thought you were so pretty. And when you said your name, you were quite more stunning, because Juliette is such a beautiful name. And then when I saw you draw that amazing picture of me, I thought you were a down to earth open minded beautiful person. I thought I liked you, Juliette. But when you sang to me, that's when I knew you were the one for me. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life and no 'hot' trampy girl at school is going to change my feelings for you," he covers his face with his eyes. Oh my god. Did he really just say that??!?!!!!? I want to do something. I have to quick. So suddenly I rip his hands of his face and kiss him. He leans into me, and I weave my hands into his dark hair. His lips are so lush and moist, and they taste sweeter than chocolate. His kisses me with such a passion I cannot describe. I pull away for a breath. I look at him, and his facial is expression is just priceless. "Juliette," he says in a soft sweet voice "yes?" I say, jokingly. "You are just full of surprises all the time, and that was the best kiss I've ever had. Your kiss is electrifying. They way our bodies move together, Juliette, is chemistry." Those words coming out of his mouth want to make me drool. He is so attractive. "Isn't that that the best kiss you've ever had?" He asks. Embarrassed, I reply with "That is not only the best, but the only kiss I've had, ever." I say, and then I turn away. "Really? It doesn't seem like it. And actually, it's even better that you haven't, because now I am yours, and nothing will change that." I look back at him, and he gives me another soft kiss.