Not Just A Pretty Face

Chapter Two

Author's note: Here comes your first warning for some 'mature' elements.  But, I tried to keep it as clean as possible.  You've been warned!  I hope you like it though.

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There was another car parked in our driveway when we reached our house.  I knew exactly whose car that was, and my heart started to thud.  I opened the door before mum had properly parked.

   “Lord, Dylan!” mum exclaimed as I jumped out of the slowly moving car.  “Watch it!”

   “I’m fine!” I called back, trying to walk briskly down the slope of our driveway.  It looked strange in heels as I had to bend my back, stick my hips out so I didn’t completely topple over.  I reached the door and buzzed the bell, even though it was my own house.

   It opened, and there he was.  I could never get used to the sight of him, or the way my heart still fluttered when I saw him, or heard his voice.  He was a Beautiful, without a doubt; the curvature of his nose, the brightness of his blue eyes, the perfect definition in his face, his muscular, toned body.  He wore the nice grey sweater I had bought him as a present, and black pants.  He was amazing.  And he was all mine.

   Memphis scooped me up in a hug, lifting me off the ground; I gave a whoop of surprise, and hugged him tight, before turning my head to place a deep kiss on his lips.  “Hello sweetie,” he greeted me, nuzzling my neck with his nose before putting me back on safe ground.  He kept one strong arm around me, and I snuggled in.

   “You do realise you’re practically nine hours early for dinner, right?” I asked him, just gazing at him.  It was impossible not to.

   He shrugged in that carefree way of his.  “I figured I could spend the time with you,” he said, kissing my forehead.  I felt his hands slip further down south.  “Or is that wrong of me?”

   I chuckled, and pulled away before my mum saw that.  I took his hand in my own and walked with him through our house.

   It was your average house, with three bedrooms, two baths.  My mum had insisted on everything being white and tan, so the walls were white, the floor was white, and there was tan furniture.  It did open out the place to make it look larger than it actually was, but I was always terrified I would trek dirt through and ruin something.

   Memphis followed me towards the kitchen, which was adjacent to the living room where my dad sat, in holey shorts and a washed-out shirt that made me cringe, watching political debates.  Dad was an Inbetween, with a larger figure, slightly marked face.  People often looked at mum then him and tried to figure out the connection; they never came up with anything.  Even if my dad had flaws, I knew I loved him.

   “Hi, dad,” I greeted.  He smiled and beckoned me for a hug, before saying to us, “I’m watching the debate between Peris and Kripke.”

   I looked at Memphis, who nodded at me, and we found a place on the suede tan sofa.  Dad was hunched forward, eyes locked on the television.  Memphis pretended to yawn and stretch his arm across to me.  I arched an eyebrow and just came right up rest my head on his shoulder, pleasing him.

   “If Kripke thinks he’s going to win, he’s sorely misjudged,” Dad grunted, scratching his head.  I spotted some flakes of dandruff fly off and settle onto his shoulder, and I quickly brushed them off when Memphis wasn’t watching.

   I focused on the television then, to see the incumbent, Peris, debating against Kripke.  Peris was definitely a Paradisiac.  There was almost this aura around him that made people want to listen, and to follow what he said.  He looked heavenly, even more flawless than Beautifuls.  So much more flawless.