Hold Me Tight Or Don't

Chapter 2

Chesha's POV
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It's been about a week since we moved to Santa Carla. I've basically just been helping out with the cleaning and the unpacking of boxes. I'm putting the final touches on my room.

My room wasn't too big but also not too small. My bed was right next to the window which was facing the front porch. On the left side of my bed was a nightstand with my alarm clock and my house phone on it. It also had my favorite picture of my mom. The picture frame was white with pink flowers on it. It was from my parent's wedding day. She is sitting on a swing in a park. Her hair in big brown curls and she's in her long white wedding dress. My mother was a simple woman so her wedding dress was simple, as was her makeup for her day. My mother was just a classic beauty, with shoulder-length chestnut brown hair and big honey brown eyes. I've always inspired to have her beauty.

Across from my bed was my closet with two racks in it so I had plenty of space for my clothes. Next to my closet was my bookshelf. Truth be told I didn't have many books on there. What was on there though was my vinyl records and my turntable, which right now was playing my '45 of "Dress You Up" by Madonna. And right next to my bookshelf was my dresser.

As for my walls, the color was this boring beige color. I'm honestly thinking about painting over it later. Besides that, I had posters of my favorite bands and artists to bring some life to this boring room. My posters included Motley Crue, Madonna, Ratt, Duran Duran, Queen, and David Bowie.

Honestly, I am so tired of being stuck in my house all day. I mean the boardwalk was only about a ten-minute drive away. Why not explore there?

I get off of my bed and open my bedroom door. I walk downstairs to find my dad in the kitchen putting up dishes in the cabinet and Cody sitting at the dinner table eating a sandwich.

"Hey, dad can I go to the boardwalk tonight?" I asked him.

"Sure sweetie you can go as long as you take Cody with you," Dad replied

I rolled my eyes and looked to my brother who stuck his tongue out at me. "Sure I'll take him," I said with annoyance in my voice. I walked back upstairs and started getting ready to go.

In total it took me about 30 minutes to get ready. I took a shower then I put on some jean shorts, a white crop top, and some flip flops. My hair was in a low ponytail. I looked in the mirror and took in my features.

I had my mom's hair color, the only difference was that mine was waist length and much thicker than hers. As for my facial features, I had a small straight nose with a septum piercing. I got it when I was sixteen. My dad was against it but my mom didn't mind it so I kept it. Across my nose, I also had freckles, which I hate so much. My eyes were a green-hazel color. I had my dad's eyes. And I think that's probably the only thing that I inherited from that man in the looks department. My lips were full and plumped. I don't know how I got these through because both of my parents have thin lips. My overall face was round. My skin type was medium with warm undertones, whenever I tan my skin it becomes a golden or honey color. My skin overall was clear besides my freckles over my nose.

As for my body type, I was 5'6 and about 145. I had a "pear" shaped body with hips wider than my shoulders. I had sloping shoulders also. My waist was slender, not really defined through. So I guess you could say I had the "perfect" body but how do you really determine what the perfect body is? Anyway once I'm finally ready I make my way downstairs to see my brat of my brother waiting on me by the front door.

"God you are such a girl. You took forever just to look average at best?" Cody questioned me.

"Get your annoying ass outside," I said opening the front door and pushing him out. As I grabbed the car keys I turn to see my dad still in the kitchen.

"Bye dad, we are about to leave," I said as I walked out the door.

"Ok, stay safe, and don't be out late," Dad called to us as I closed the door and locked it.

I get in my 1979 Jeep Cherokee. It was a baby blue color. The car was my baby. Cody gets in the passenger seat and puts on his seat belt. I start the car and my cassette tape of  "Out of The Cellar" by Ratt starts to blast really loudly.

"Turn this down please," Cody begged as I start to pull out of the driveway.

I looked at him and turned it up louder. "Back For More" was playing.

"God I hate driving with you," Cody said

I laughed as I turned onto our main street. On to the boardwalk we go.