Sweet Texan Melody (Completed.)

Time to Move On

I was sat silently in a corner as I read a small book of poetry to myself. This place was my second home. This place had to be where all the knowledge in the world was stored, it was here where the unknown became known. All the answers to questions resided here.

I was at the library.

My thoughts painted the scenery that I was reading before the liberation got on her knees in front of me and tapped my shoulder. I snapped out of the story before my eyes gazed up at her slightly, "Yes? Mrs. Candle?" I asked softly.

Her green eyes had softened as we made eye contact, she never changed. Of course, after all these years the only thing different about her was her hair. It was once light brown, now it was covered in gray and white.

"Darling, your father called and he wants you to go home now. It sounds urgent." She said before I nodded and she helped me get up.

I fixed my skirt gently and she took the book from my hand, "I'll check this out for you, dear." She said with a smile before I thanked her. I walked outside and the warm breeze of California held me gently, caressing my cheeks as I began to walk home.

My mind wandered off for a moment and questions began to cloud my mind, what was up?
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Minutes went by and I had finally arrived home. I closed the door behind me and then walked into the kitchen, both my father and Susan were there. I rose a brow since typically, both of them are usually working during this hour.

"Oh, doll...there you are!" Susan exclaimed with a smile before she walked up to me and embraced me.

"Is everything alright?" I asked, nervousness began to rise from the tip of my toes to the ends of my hair.

"Yes, everything is fantastic!" My father said, sounding just as excited as Susan, "Guess what?"

I furrowed my eyebrows and glanced over at my father, not sure whether that "guess what" was positive or not. "What? Is it something I should be worried about?" I asked, pulling apart from Susan's embrace.

"Of course not, silly!" Susan said, her smile was so big it was almost....creepy.

"Marianne, we bought a house in New York!" My father said, letting out a happy laugh as he hugged me.

I froze, "W-what?"

"We're going to live in New York! There is a great academy for talented writers there and well, you received an invitation to attend that academy! Coincidentally, I had bought a house out there!" My father blabbered on, pulling apart and smiling.

"It's perfect!" Susan said and she held onto my father's arm.

"Why didn't you tell me? I never agreed to do this, and...and I don't want to attend that academy. I- I..." My words were desperate to come out, but I had to keep them up.

I want to stay here with Michael...

"I want to stay here, this is my home." I managed to say as I felt my eyes become misty. You're so weak.

"I know it's difficult, but we need to start over as a family, make new memories and all." My father said as I regained my self-control and wiped my eyes as if I were only tired.

"But..."

"Look, I tried to be flexible, but you are making things much more difficult than I expected. You are going to that academy whether you like it or not, and you'll also receive piano lessons over there." My father said sternly, making my world come crumbling down.

Piano lessons.

I felt my hands trembling slightly so I simply nodded and turned around, making my way upstairs and into my room. Their voices called for me, but my thoughts and questions were too loud, making their voices become muffled noises. I locked the door of my room and sat on my bed, staring at the emptiness of the room. The curtains were closed so this void of darkness held me as I felt my tears fall down my cheek and onto my wrists.

Why am I even crying?
He wouldn't even notice if I left.

I crawled under the sheets and I felt a small, cold button press against my thigh. I turned on the lamp next to my bed and saw the black button-up shirt that belonged to my sweet texan. I couldn't help but to smile a little as I recalled how it had gotten there.

Flashback;

My finger ran down his bare chest as he spoke, what was he saying? For that moment, I had no clue. I was too busy contemplating his beauty. My eyes looked up at him as he continued to talk, my eyes were completely focused on his pillowy lower lip. Oh how I adored his lips. I pulled myself up gently and decided to shut him up with a gently kiss. Michael was not hesitant, responding to the kiss quickly. I let my eyes flutter close as he set his hand over my thigh, getting a good grip before I rolled on top of him.

"I like the color of your bra." He drawled, gently tugging on the back of my bra before I smiled. I grabbed his black button-up shirt and slipped it on, deciding to not button it up.

"How do I look?" I asked, posing in a silly way before I let out a soft laugh.

"You look...." He mumbled before he sat up, pulling me closer to him to the point we were a few inches away, I could feel his chest rising up and down against me. "...Like art. All of you. God is an artist and you are living proof."

My cheeks burned softly as his words were pinned down in my mind. He ran his calloused finger tips down my neck and then down my chest, his brown gems completely focused on me.

A second later, Susan knocked on the door and made me jump. "Oh, boy.." Michael mumbled before I covered my mouth to keep me from laughing.

"Marianne? Are you there?" She asked, knocking once more.

"Y-yes, Su!" I yelled as I stood up and took off his shirt, quickly slipping on one of mine.

Michael stood up and fixed his belt before he heard the door knob twisting. A panicked look took over his facial expressions before I glanced over at him and ran towards him, pushing him carefully against the wall and covering him with the curtains.

Susan walked in the room moments later and them covered her eyes, "Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't know you were changing." She said as her cheeks became red with embarrassment. I had forgotten that I was only wearing my panties. I tried to play it out cool, "Y-yes! See? That was rude of you and now I am...I am highly embarrassed that you had to see me this way."

"/I/ am so sorry.." Susan said before she walked out of my room as quickly as possible, "I just thought I had heard someone in there..."

"Susan, you have gone nuts." I said as I walked to the door and locked it.

"I think so. Breakfast is ready. That's what I wanted to tell you."

"Alright, I'll be down there in a few seconds." I said before I walked back to where Michael was, pulling him out to apologize.

"I'm sorry I pushed you too hard." I said, laughing quietly as I cupped his cheeks, pulling him down for another kiss.

"It's alright..." He mumbled before I kissed him. A few moments later I heard my father call for me, "Okay, you have to leave now because he can sense boys." I said before he nodded and looked around.

"The window!" I whispered loudly, "Get out the window!"

"No! Are you crazy? I can fall and hurt myself." He whispered loudly as well.

My father knocked on the door and Michael waved goodbye before he opened the window, "Wait...your shirt." I said.

"No, you keep it. It looks better on you."

"Alright. Call me later?" I asked, kissing his forehead before he nodded.
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End of flashback.

I laughed softly to myself as I held the shirt close to me, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of sweet tobacco and peppermint. I laughed some more before my eyes began to get watery. I let out a sigh and began to cry quietly, not wanting to be heard.