Power of Persuasion

Chapter Five:

I sneaked back into my room around eight in the morning. Jesse didn't even move when I got up. I'm sure he needed a good nights sleep. I heard my mom come home a few hours before. She had to shut the front door twice, and lock it 6 times before walking to her bedroom. The floor boards creaked with her every step.

I laid in bed looking up at my ceiling, my shirt smelled like Jesse from being pressed up against him for the few hours I slept. He smelled like a storm. That distinct smell before rain. I pulled my covers up to my neck and even my hands reeked of boy. I didn't mind so much though because it wasn't just any boy, it was Jesse. He didn't smell like cologne, or musk. He smelled like autumn.

His smell still lingered when I awoke a few hours later to my mom tip toeing into my room and sitting on my bed. "Who's the boy?" She asked, wide eyed. I sat up covering my mouth to yawn. "Who? Jesse?" My mom smiled. "Jesse? That's a nice name," she nudged me with her elbow. "Yeah, I guess." I replied. Even though Jesse was one of the most wonderful sounds that ever came out of my mouth. "He's still sleeping." My mom spat out, tucking my sheets under my mattress. "Well, shitty family wears you out." My mom was quiet. She got up and left the room with half of the sheets left un-tucked. I sighed, bringing myself to my feet and walking into my bathroom.

After closing the door, I heard my mom walk back into my room to finish tucking in my sheets. She can't leave a room without finishing what she started.

I threw my hair up and tried to make myself look somewhat acceptable for when Jesse woke up. I brushed my teeth, and then stepped out into my bedroom only to find Jesse sitting on my bed. He quickly stood as soon as I walked out. "My mom called me..." He started, walking a little bit closer to me "She said she doesn't want me home for a few days." He sighed leaning against my bed frame. "Do you think you could come with me to come get some clothes and stuff? I don't want to go alone..." Jesse looked down. He seemed so vulnerable. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and never let go. But instead, I stood in front of him, and said "Of course."

He side smiled."I'm ready to get it over with when you are." He looked up at me and shrugged his shoulders. "Right, okay. Let me grab my dads keys."

I knew how to drive, I just didn't have my own car. I'm not going to lie, I was a little nervous about meeting his mom. Even though she should be the one that is nervous.

Jesse didn't live as far as I thought he did. He lived almost 10 minutes away from me. Nothing was said on the drive over there. Just some faint music playing in the background. His house was small, much like mine. It was a dark brown color, with a grey, almost black, porch that hugged around the house and into the backyard. His yard was completely covered with tree's and vines and weeds. It looked like a jungle.

"Well...This is me." Jesse said, taking off his seat belt and opening the car door. "It's really pretty, Jess." I replied, as I did the same.

"No it's not, Soph."

I laughed under my breath and shut my car door, walking behind Jesse to his front door. "It has no order. It's crazy and wild. It's beautiful, it really is."

Standing in his front yard looking up, all you could see was the branches of the huge oak tree. Tiny bits of sunlight shined through the spaces, but most the sky was covered. I didn't feel like I was in Seattle anymore. Sticks and twigs crunched with every step until we got to the front porch. He walked in, and I trailed in behind him. His door was red, and beaten down a bit. His house was old, it had lots of character. I'm sure each crack had a story.

At first, the house seemed empty. Jesse shut the front door behind me and I began walking into what I'm guessing was his living room. The floors were cement. It was very industrial looking on the inside. Lots of metal, and brick. It was clean, but only because there wasn't much to mess up. It was very simplistic. They only had the necessities.