Chapter 1
Personally I never thought it would happen to me, this whole longing for some stupid guy that you’ve grown up with, but here I am sitting on the pool deck watching the love of my life do laps back and fourth across our pool. Our pool. You must think that I’m 23 and he’s 24, that we’re married, live together and we’ve just woken up from a warm comfortable slumber together, right? Wrong. I’m 19 and he’s 20 and I’m drooling all over myself. I am invisible. I’m willing to bet he don’t even know I’m sitting here. Okay maybe he does, but he sure as hell doesn’t know what I’m thinking.
*Beep*
I looked down at my iphone, which was placed by my side. It read “Msg from Da Partna in Crime” Olivia. My best friend. I swiped the screen to open the message and inside it screamed, “Rachel! Where are you!!!!”
I chuckled silently to myself. Olivia liked to text me these random messages of panic every once in a while. She’s been my best friend since last year. We had accounting class together; well it was more therapy than accounting to be completely honest. You could say we were sisters from separate families; or planets at times. Answering her back was all too easy.
“MARS!” I typed. I put my phone down in my lap and looked over the pool. Ryan was climbing out onto the diving board. I couldn’t help but to stare, his body dripping wet, the sun outlining the curves of his muscles beneath his tan skin. His sparkling eyes gazing at the pool as if he was about to jump into the cool crisp water. I watched as his eyes lifted to glance at me and the corners of his mouth turn up displaying his ever so famous grin. I felt my face turn hot as I smiled back and reached for my Kool-Aid.
* Beep*
“That’s such a lie! I know you’re sitting there drooling all over yourself. Aren’t you? Did you remember to bring the chocolate sauce?”
Upon reading the words “chocolate” and “sauce” put together in that particular sentence, I was reminded of an earlier conversation with Olivia. She had told me of what she thinks Ryan really thinks about when he looks at me. Lets just say chocolate sauce was involved. Purple Kool-Aid came flying out my nose after reading the last two words. Coughing, I scrambled around for a towel to mop up the purple mess, hiding my face from that of Ryan’s.
“Are you alright?” I looked up to see him crawling out of the pool and reaching for a towel. I nodded without looking at him, “Yes, I’m fine,” I said through a few coughs, although these coughs weren’t from the intake of Kool-Aid. I felt my heart begin to beat faster and faster as he stepped closer towards me. I got up from the towel I had been sitting on and grabbed my shorts that I had hung off a nearby chair. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to make a phone call.” I grabbed my phone and dashed inside the house.
Inside the kitchen I checked to see if he had begun to follow me, through the window. He hadn’t, which was good news for my hammering heart. Taking my phone out of my pocket I dialled Olivia’ s phone number. She picked up on the first ring. “Chocolate Sauce hot line! How do you like your chocolate? Sweet and sassy is today’s special.”
“Cut it out Liv! Your last text message had Kool-Aid flowing out of my nose!” I yelled back.
“Oh shit! Did he see?” she taunted.
“I don’t know. He heard me coughing though and asked if I was alright. I managed to tidy the Kool-Aid mess before he came up for air… I think.” What if he really did see me rocket launch purple Kool-Aid out of my nostrils? Looking out the glass I noticed he had started the barbeque and was making his way towards the door.
“Come up for air? Ouu was he swimming?! Oh now I see why you haven’t been answering my text messages lately. Come on. I want details! Right now!” Olivia was always interested to hear about the dirty details of Ryan and myself. However the details she was looking for weren’t always what she got.
“What details? There’s nothing to tell” I frowned as I watched him stop to pick up my Kool-Aid glass and bring it inside. “Now shush for a second he’s coming inside.”
I put my phone down on the counter and grabbed an apple out of the fruit basket set in the middle of the island.
“Are you done with your drink?” Ryan asked holding my cup into the air for me to see.
“Yes, no, uhm I mean. Yes. Yes I am.” Why was I panicking all of a sudden? I’ve lived with him a quite some time now. All he did was ask if I was done with my glass. It’s not like he said, “Do you want to come sit with me on the balcony and look at stars?”
He turned away from me and put the glass in the dishwasher. I hurriedly grabbed my phone and ran up the stairs to my bedroom. Closing the door behind me I put the phone back up to my ear.
“Did you just ditch him?!” Olivia screamed. It was amazing how much she knew about me without me having to tell her. It was like she was psychic.
“No!… Yes! Ugh I can’t help it! He makes me nervous.” I complained. I heard Olivia sigh. I could tell she was contemplating exactly what she should say to me.
“If you could get into it with him… nobody was home… and he wanted to fool around, would you?” I could tell she carefully chose her words, although I could not figure out why. This kind of talk wasn’t necessarily unnatural for Olivia.
To be completely honest I had thought about this question before. I mean how could you not with his greenish blue eyes, his tall lean body, and short-cropped hair that I shaved myself. He was in all ways perfect. He had these adorable dimples on his cheeks. He didn't like when I pointed them out. But my favourite, my absolute favourite thing about him was his smile. His smirk meant he was up to no good. His frown meant something was wrong. And his smile meant everything to me.
Ignoring Olivia's very personal question I answered her back, "what are you doing today? Come tan with me and later we'll go to the mall?" Knowing her answer would be yes I grabbed my towel and made my way back down the stairs. The kitchen was now empty.
*~*Author's Note*~*
Well, what do you think so far? i know it might not be very good, its the first story ive ver wrote and ive made so many changes to it already.. but if you like it so far, please let me know and ill upload more!
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