Confessions of a Teenage Rebel (OLD)

14.Confessions of a Teenage Rebel-Illegal Dips Under the Moonlight

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14. Illegal Dips Under the Moonlight

Confession #14: I'm a worrier. Always have been, always will.

Mystery P.O.V???????

Annabelle is beautiful. Smart, kind, and downright wonderful. She is everything I could have ever wished for. But she just doesn't see it. She fails to realize how perfect we are for each other. But I'm going to show her, one way or another.

At exactly 12:01, when the New Year arrives, I plan to take her away. Mentally, Emotionally, and, most importantly, physically.

Annabelle's P.O.V

"We should go do something," Matt tells me. "Celebrate the beginning of something wonderful."

"Like what?" I ask, with a big grin on my face. I'm overwhelmed with joy right now, and I just can't seem to hide it from him.

He shrugs. "Do you like swimming?"

I scoff at him. "Yes, I do. But how are we going to find a place to swim in the middle of winter, at 8 o'clock at night?"

"Trust me, I know a place." He grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet.

"But I don't have anything to swim in!" I exclaim.

He stares down at my clothes for a few seconds. "You can swim in those."

I look down at my outfit. Jeans, a tank top, and a sweater. "I'm not swimming in jeans." I declare.

He just laughs. "C'mon, we'll figure something out when we get there."

He grabs my hand, and we run all the way back to his house. He was faster than me, so I had to try my best to keep up with him. Luckily, he didn't mind.

We walked through the door, and skipped up the stairs to what I guessed was his room. Right when we get to the door he stops. "Are you ready?" He asks in a fake, low sounding voice.

I giggle. "For what?"

"You finally get the grace of seeing my room. You should be ecstatic!" He exclaims, slowly opening the door and pulling me in.

The first thing I noticed was his bed. It was a small, full sized bed, with a black blanket and navy blue pillows. The covers were pulled down, and the sheets dangled off the edge of his mattress. I couldn't help but wonder how he fit on such a small bed. He was tall; his feet probably fell off every night.

"You fit in this bed?" I ask him, plopping down onto the bed, and wrapping myself with his blanket.

"Barely," he chuckles, while searching through his closet. His eyes land on a black, short sleeved shirt crammed in the middle. He pulls it out, and then tosses it to me. "You can swim in that," he tells me.

He then moves to his dresser, and all I can do is watch him. You would think that he'd be graceful, but, surprisingly he wasn't. His body functioned just like everybody else's. He didn't walk like a Greek God, or like a stuck up movie star. No. He was just like me. He had his clumsy moments; something about that made me smile.

After searching around for a few more seconds, he pulls out a pair of grey swimming shorts. I laugh. "So you get a swim suit, and I get a shirt?"

"Pretty much," he says, a cute smirk forming on his lips. "Now c'mon," he tells me, grabbing my hand and pulling me off his bed and out the door. We ran down the stairs together, and then ran out the front door.