Make It Make Sense: #4 in the Teenager Problems series

Believe It Or Not

"Make me believe it," Hope shot at him as the orthodontist walked out. He sensed the immediate tension in the room and took Hope by the shoulder, guiding her to the room. Lance's mouth twisted downwards at Hope's discouragement. I grabbed his hand and lifted him up.

"So, I guess my reputation is already blackened." Lance grinned his million dollar grin, pulling me closer to him. "You're what I've been waiting for, Lexie. You're who I want." I believed him. I felt very sure that he was being truthful to me, and that made me ecstatic. "Please tell me that Hope will get over this small... squabble."

"In time, she really will. I promise you this. You see, I've been through a lot." I decided not to burden him with my life's story. He deserved to know, but he didn't deserve to feel what I felt. Lance nodded without uttering a sound. "I'm sorry... I really am. I'm not being straightforward with you, and I know it hurts you, but trust us. Trust me. You don't want to know."

"I'm not regretful that I came. I came to see how you are doing, and I got my prayer. You're okay." Lance eyeballed me, and I felt my knees go weak. His eyes had that kind of effect on me. Their deep blue made me feel as if I was falling into the ocean. In a way, I was, and I was drowning there. "Are you okay? You just wobbled a bit, there, Lexie."

"I'm fine," I snapped, and I could tell that my gray eyes were blazing. Lance stared at me before taking me into his arms and leaning in. "No," I turned my face, and his warm, soft lips kissed my cheek. Lance drew back, and he was so breathtakingly handsome that I almost kissed him myself, in a public place.

★★★★★★

The drive home was horrible. Hope kept a careful eye on us, and my cheeks were aflame the whole time. Lance leaned in, and his muscles bulged as he turned the wheel when I was looking for my drink. His musky scent suited him fine, and I couldn't wait until Hope fell asleep.

When we heard Hope's soft snoring, we started where we had left off. Lance leaned in, molding my mouth with his. I felt like I'd done this before, like history was repeating itself and I was only a damsel in distress. I opened my mouth to his roaming tongue as we fell back onto the couch. The leather was cold to my heated skin, and I shivered as Lance rubbed his fingers near the waistband of my jeans. I'd worn dark blue skinny jeans and a black, plaid, button-up shirt. Convenient, for him. It simply meant I wouldn't be able to get away.

Lance picked me up and took me to my bedroom. I squealed under his hands as he laid me on my bed and crawled up beside me. "We aren't doing this," I warned.

"Your wish is my command," Lance whispered in my ear before I smacked him away playfully. I rolled over, and came face-to-face with his lips, and they found mine quickly. I kissed him before wrapping my arms around his warm body and curling up beside him. Pleasure coursed through me as he simply put his arms around me and watched as my eyes fluttered closed. The last thing I felt was his lips against my forehead, and I smelled his cheap cologne as he leaned away. I swear that I fell asleep with a huge smile on my face.

When I woke, I was surprised and relieved to feel Lance beside me. I kissed him on the cheek as he too stirred, and stood to make smoothies for us. The blender sat on the counter, prim and perfect as always. I grabbed the watermelon, strawberries, and blueberries before throwing ice into the blender. Lance snuck up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You have watermelon duty," I smiled, rolling it across the chipped countertop.

"Knives?" Lance inquired as I lifted the largest knife I had. "Uhm.. wow, okay." His eyes widened at the sight of it, but, nevertheless, he plucked it out of my hand and started chopping mercilessly.

"Thanks, Lance." I took the smallest knife and cut the strawberries into fourths, and the blueberries in half. I was nearly afraid of Lance with a knife, but I had to get over my silly fears. Nothing would happen. Hope slid out of her room noisily and made a face. Lance had kissed me on the cheek softly, and she caught it.

"Please, get a room!" Hope protested, clearly annoyed. Her growth rate wasn't only in her size. Her mind and mouth were also of a teenager's. I wasn't surprised when I asked her if she'd started her period, and she replied with, "No dip."

"Sherlock," I finished, trying to lighten the mood. Her face twisted with anger. "How's the boyfriend thing going? With what's his name?" I knew his name, I just didn't want her thinking I was obsessed.

Hope rolled her eyes, "Don't give me the sex talk. We are doing just fine. I really think I love him. His name's Louis, Mom. Lou-is. Louis. Now, you say it." She said this like I was a baby.

"Don't talk back to me." My body wasn't in flight mode today.

"Damn you. Just leave me alone!" She yelled.

"Don't ever swear at me again, understand? Where did your attitude come from?" I grabbed her arm to prevent myself from grabbing her face.

"I learn swear words from you, bitch. Yeah, I swear. Every teenager does it." Her words settled like ice on my skin. Goosebumps were raised on my arms, and my eyes had to be half crazed by now.

"You're grounded." That was my final conviction, and I turned back to slicing the strawberries.

"See if I care," she strutted out of the house like I hadn't said a word. I was pissed as hell.

"Are you okay, Lexie?"

"No, I'm not fucking okay! My daughter just swore at me for the first time, and I don't even swear in front of her! She told us to get a room, Lance! Are you okay with this?" I flipped out on him.

"She's growing too rapidly. To do tests, I'd most likely have to kill her." Ad Lance spoke, I drew an inaudible gasp. My mind found a loophole, and I was more than relieved.

"Alexia," I grinned crazily and kissed Lance full on the lips.

~I am sincerely sorry for yet another long wait for all of you. Although I am very glad you all are reading, I still have a hard time with inspiration. I'm running out of it, and I am not sure what I do. I'm so happy because of my fans who don't care how long they have to wait. I'm here to stay, Wattpad!

Thank you so much,

Claire.