The Rose's Waves

CHAPTER ONE: A Deserted Party.

"I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living." 

- Anaïs Nin -.

CHAPTER ONE: A Deserted Party.

Hesitantly, Jack took a wobbly breath and blew out the candles. Everybody around him cheered and smiled, patting him on the back and giving him compliments, but Jack was thinking of other things. He thought of the only thing he enjoyed; fishing. All he wanted was to just escape the pathetic excuse for a birthday party, and wade out in his little boat, with a picnic basket and his fishing gear. He wanted to spend weeks out in the ocean, alone with his thoughts and deep sea fishing.

"Oh Jack, little bunny!" He winced as he recognised the nasal, rough voice of his Great Aunt Gertrude. He spun around, with a cheesy fake smile and gave her an awkward hug. "Aren't you going to going to give me a kiss?" Jack nodded falteringly and gingerly lowered down his head, so his worried face was just meeting her beaming one. Great Aunt Gertrude puckered her lips, revealing her toothless mouth moving in for the kill. Jack closed his eyes tightly in dread and she slapped a sloppy fish-like kiss on his cheek. Gertrude craning her head away from Jack's, he wiped his face incessantly with his sleeve. She smelt strongly of Marmite and cheap old lady's perfume and her fishy breath gassed in Jack's scrunched up face as she muttered; "It's hardly believable you're 20 years old already! Today I still see you as that wee little boy sneaking his hand into the cookie jar in my kitchen." Jack screwed up his face in embarrassment (and partly disgust because of her vile stink). "You know, you used to dance around in your underthings at 3 years old! How you would make us laugh for hours and hours, whilst you were wiggling your--" He cut her off by stuffing a piece of his birthday cake in her mouth and he chuckled nervously. "Aunt Gertrude, I'm sure you'd love some of this Victoria Sponge." Jack left her with the soft cake in her hand and he rushed hurriedly through the crowd. 

A strong yet thin hand pulled him out before he could reach the door. Jack found himself spun into the face of Bonnie Hepburn. She was wearing her red hair in wavy curls and a little red dress, defining her athletic body figure. She beamed her pearly whites as she linked her arm into his. Over the noise, she said: "There's too many people here for such a small cottage! Follow me!" Surprised by her strength, Bonnie managed to drag him through a whole crowd and into his own bedroom. Jack briskly spun around again to lock his door. The musical laugh of Bonnie sung behind him, and he turned around to see her slumped on his little bed. "So this is where Jack Hunter sleeps!" She giggled and rose silently to her feet. Jack nodded timidly and switched on the lights.

Bonnie ran her fingers through her red curls. The girl was stunning, and every guy in the village dreamed of being hers. Everyone besides Jack - apparently. He had known Bonnie Hepburn since birth and you'd think they'd be perfect for each other. The truth was, Jack did love Bonnie, and she broke his heart in the most brutal way possible. Since that day he would only deny his feelings for her, just so he could avoid getting hurt again. Depsite Bonnie being so beautiful and charming, she walks her way through guys. She was the first person to steal a kiss at 6 years old. The first to have a boyfriend. The first to date. The first to develop. And definitely the first to have have sex. She'd broken so many hearts besides Jack's.

Bonnie tilted her head and started to walk towards him. "Jack." She put one hand on his cheek and the other on his neck. "Do you like me Jack?" He trembled and avoided eye contact with her. "As a friend." He replied shakily. She slid the hand on his neck upwards so it ran through his hair and she pressed her body against his. "Bullshit." She murmured and moved in for a kiss. Jack didn't pull away. Instead he grabbed her waist and kissed her back. "Happy birthday Jack.." Bonnie then started to undress him, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers. Jack suddenly realised what was happening and pushed her away, pulling up his trousers and doing his belt up. He buried his face into his hands in frustration and then opened the curtains. Jack didn't turn around, but glared spitefully at the ocean view. "Are you going to hurt me? Are you going to make me die all over again?" He spat. Bonnie defensively cried back with an offended and innocent 'no'.

With that, Jack spun around and formed his forehead into a frown. "Damn right you're not." He swung open the door, switched off the lights and stormed out of the room, leaving a disappointed Bonnie alone in her little red dress. Jack pushed his way through the crowd of drunk people with cidar cups in their hands. Opening the door, he bounced down the steep stone path leading to the rocky, pebbled beach. Jack hurled out his dad's old fishing boat and grabbed his fishing gear. He pushed out his boat into the water, and then pounced into it whilst in the shallow end of the water. He picked up the paddles and started to float out into the moonlit water.