Joby, having reluctantly left our house hours after our first kiss, has been texting me non-stop after I confessed to him my unsettled nerves about the party.
"It's going to be fun, Bagel," He reassured me. "I promise."
I just nodded and gave him a peck on the check, his signal to leave. He smiled and waved behind him in the doorway, promising to text me later. And trust me, he has-reminding me of how beautiful and funny I am every minute since then. My insides melt when I read the texts, but somehow my heart doesn't want to accept it. Anywho, that's where I am now. 2 o'clock in the morning on a school night, Saturday being tomorrow, (she has school 6 days a week) laying in my bed staring at the sticky glow in the dark stars on my ceiling; watching them twinkle while they reflect their image in the window besides my bed overlooking the street and the crescent of cheddar cheese hanging in the navy blue skies.
My eyes are heavy with sleep, but the idea of a party just scares me. Like, what if I get insanely drunk and become prego or something? And no, not the tomato sauce prego. I will not become a can of pasty tomatoes nor a teen mom, that's a promise. But... I don't know exactly what my feelings are doing, they're jumping and flying and tying themselves into knots at the same time. Stupid, stupid feelings. But I do realize that this would be a perfect opportunity to actually look like an average American teen and would be a great starting point to become normal, and God knows how desperately I try.
I roll over onto my side and grab my phone that weighs against my leg on the blanket.
Me: I can't go to sleeeepp Jobykins:(
He almost immediately responded- Joby: Yes you can, just close your eyes and imagine me there with you Bagelboo:)
I smiled and giggled sleepily. So I tried; I closed my eyes and imagined his body pressed against my back with his arm pulling me close to him, gripping my waist, in a protective blanket of sorts. I picture his perfect green eyes that always seem to be laughing, and the softness of his hair when I run my fingers through it, the gentleness of his lips while pressed against mine; soft yet somehow needy, as if he wanted more but held back from the fear of me breaking if he pressed any harder. And I realized then, how much I like him. How every movement and breath he takes leaves me wanting more of him and his beauty. Maybe I'll love him some day, but this is all just too much right now.
I blush brightly underneath the covers, but Joby was right; I fell asleep in no time with his "arm" gripping my waist, pulling me tighter against him as the rhythmic dum-dum of his imaginary heartbeat against my back pulls me into the Sleeping Fairy's open arms.
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I hear a voice above me, but I just ignore it because it's way too early in the morning and I do not yet feel like talking, thank you very much.
I groan and roll over on my other side, away from the blinding sunlight pouring in from the window but facing Mom's coaxing voice. I puff a breath of probably nasty air and pull the covers tightly over my head.
Hands firmly tug it back down, these people just better scramble like eggs because my beauty sleep will not be disturbed. Mom stands above me with her light, natural makeup already on and is neatly dressed in jeans and a pastel floral shirt.
"What do you want?" I sleepily slur, then burble a groan and roll back onto my other side.
She peels back the black and silver, plaid cover and reveals my curled body to the freezing cold room.
"Mom!" I screech.
She laughs. "Get your lazy ass up and get dressed, we're going out today!"
Confused, I wipe the tiredness from my face, and sit up yawning. "But it's school today and- Damn! Did you-?"
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Novela Juvenil// "And in those small moments, holding him was the only thing that mattered, because the world felt far too big and I was hopelessly lost." // After her alcoholic mom left their family 12 years ago without a real reason, homeschooled Gable Marrow...
