Unaged Love|OneShot

Gramps

The lights began flickering as the wind gave an empty, lonely howl. The rain pounded away even harder at my rooftop and with that, darkness came.

The lights blinked out one last time, and my television screen went blank. My house was midnight black, but without the shine from the fluorescent lunar light of the moon and stars. I heard simultaneous shrieks from my grandchildren and a grunt from my daughter.

"I'll go start up the generator," my daughter Monica said.

"No, no," I refused her offer, "everyone gather around Gramps, its story time!"

A chorus of two 'yes'es and a 'whatever' filled the living room. I laughed a hearty laugh, and began.

Flashback

I tried to hurry to art class discretely as my father dropped me off late for the third time this week. I had almost made it, too, but that Mrs. Jones was like a detective. As soon as I sat down, I heard a nasally, "Mr. Evans, this is your third time being late this week! Stay after class to receive your detention slip!"

Since art was my last class, I got my detention slip and walked hesitantly to the detention hall. I had never been to detention before, this was my first time. With a gulp, I walked shakily into the room. Unaware of what to do, I stood nervously in the center of the classroom nervously.

"Well are you going to continue to make a fool of yourself, or are you going to take a seat?" Mr. Simons said irritably. I heard a snicker from the back of the room and felt my cheeks burn up into a bright red.

I looked to the source of the laugh. Much to my surprise, I found brown eyes. No, not brown. They were amber orbs with flecks of deep golds and melted caramel. They were so mesmerising and raw that I got lost in the forests that were his eyes. He had a mischievous smirk drawn onto his face and wore a black leather jacket along with black pants and shoes. It was the school bad boy, Daniel Jamison.

"I will be right back, I'm going to the bathroom," Mr. Simons said.

Everyone immediately got up and disappeared. Daniel, before leaving, turned asked, "Well, are you coming?"
Automatically, I grabbed my things and scurried out the door, only to be grabbed by a large and firm hand.

I yelped and was shushed by Daniel. "Are you trying to get us in trouble?" he asked quietly. I shook my head violently.

"Good. Because then I would have to go back with you since you obviously can't handle yourself."

I huffed, crossing my arms.

"Why did everybody just leave anyways?" I asked him.

"Didn't you hear? Mr. Simons has been having an affair with the school secretary. 'I am going to use the bathroom' is just code for 'get the hell out'," he said rather quickly.

"Oh... well than," I said, dumbfounded. "Why are we at your car?"

"Because I know you don't have one." he said matter-of-factly.

"Oh, um... n-no that's f-fine" I barely got out the words.

"I insist. Besides, a car ride is much faster," he said with a wide smile and a spark in his eyes.

"Uhm, okay." I choked out.

We had passed my house and panic spread through my bones like wildfire.

"We passed my house," I said, barely above a whisper.

"I know." he said with a slight chuckle.