The New Girl

The Kiss of the Apple

I pressed in against the cold tiled wall as the dim lights were flickering unexpectedly under the bathroom light. I grasped her wrist as she yelped surprised. my touch was cold. I breathed into the hollow of her neck as our breaths merged into moisture that gave us temporary warmth. her scarf tickled my neck as I leaned in close to feel our frozen noses touch one last time. 

it was times like these, I was newly experienced the lessons of making out with someone in a deserted bathroom near the theatre. Her trembling hands slid up to my chest and took two struggling fistfuls of my jacket and pulled me with all her strength. Her lips tasted like frozen icicles as she cringed from the new found heat out bodies made.

"should we ...stop?" I asked, quivering. This bathroom had no heaters. So it was basic to say that...we were purposely abandoned by society.

"No...god. I'm going to freeze.." she chuckled, her breath tickling my sensed to dive in for her.

"The show starts soon, though." I said between ragged breaths. Her lips pierced into mine. she moaned as my hands travled along her back. The lights flickered on. my ears picked up sounds of applause and whistles. 

Rose wanted me to go to an musical....

on our second date as a blooming couple.

Her fingers brushed my neck as I slowly emerged into a freezing temperature.

"let's go..." she whispered, the last breath i could ever have felt.

Nessun Dorma was playing.

The performer was placed at the centre front of the stage as he hummed his first note. An opening to the song, I suppose. rose seemed to cry during his performance but I didn't comfort in any way possible. She wanted to embrace in the emotion she was engulfed in for the first time, without anyone holding her back to feel the taste and the rawness of the song.

A single tear rolled down her cheek. She hugged herself tenderly as her lips pierced under the intensity of the oprah. The heaviness of the percussion and the wind instruments flowed evenly across our heads as it thundered wildly, weaving in and out of the notes that the performer was introducing us. It seemed to be on the most moving pieces I've ever been influences as Rose clapped non-stop during the intermission.

"How are you feeling?" I asked as we stepped out of the building. My breath circled around her nose as she chuckled soundly.

"I feel...refreshed. This was just what I needed. Thank you." she murmured, kissing my cheek. I blushed, which sent warmth to my ears.

I pushed open the door with Rose in towe as we stumbled across the living room with only our jackets and scarves. I toppled over Rose onto the coach as I gulped; nervous. She didn't seem to mind that I almost crushed every rib in her beating chest. But then again, Rose was neutral about almost everything. How could I have ever doubted that? Her hands rana cross my back and the over the front of my shoulders as she slid away the layers of my jacket and sweaters that surrounded me and only me. I tossed aside her scarf as I slid in for a long awaited kiss.

Our little make out session was only to be interrupted by a flickering of lights until the door was blown open.

Mother was standing at the door, eyes wide at our presence.

"shit." I mumbled.

I stepped onto the patio as Rose was waiting patiently by sitting on a tattered deck chair. Her feet swung from the fabric as she sighed; cold air seeped out quickly as she craned her head up to see me. She smiled at first but knew what was going to happen. Her eyes held that hope and warmth I've been craving for ever since she stepped foot in this chaotic town of ours. Her lips pouted as she leaned back slightly. Her pale skin glistening lightly.

"I heard screaming." She said. I rubbed the back of my head.

"Yeah...She's pretty upset. At me...mostly."I choked out. I felt her hands on my knee as I sat beside her, comforting her.

"She doesn't have to be..." I squinted at her suspicously.

"Teenagers do these kinds of things. I was new to it. I didn't know the consequences." She said meekly, bowing her head down. 

"She was glad that I found a girl who..like me for once." I laughed. I didn't feel any humor radiate from her body language.

"I see." she sighed.

Mother wasn't a huge fan of premaritel sex. She explained to me time and time again, morning, noon and night that was it was forbidden for those types of situations to occur in this very household. She allowed kissing, but once hands reach through the back of the girl's blouse; it is a definate knock out for both teen and parent. She cared for me yes, but..she knew where she stood where the line was crossed. 

that line sometimes was blurred a little, whether it be in the house.

Those few moments with Rose in the bathroom stall made me feel thigns that i wasn't able to do until now. I felt Rose's hands squeeze mine.

I was in love with Rose...

But..I had to wonder if one little event was going to change everything for the twisting path ahead of me.

A/N: Sorry for the slow chapter.