There's a knock on the door. I don't think twice about changing I just flee to catch whoever it was. Eager anticipation swelled, brushing back bed hair for a little flare of volume. The goody-two-shoes smile I put on was wasted, the person standing on my front porch doesn't make me smile an ounce. It's Tyler. I should've taken a long way home. I should've changed out of lacy bedtime short shorts and a matching tank top. The top's not cropped thankfully, but the extra fabric would've saved me from the peeping Tom's hungry eyes. His knocks were paced, a nice tap tap tap on my window. Was he sober? Either way, he looked high, always did it seems. I cracked the door open and got a mouthful of tobacco mixed with way too much cologne, nearly flung me off my feet.
"Tyler what do you want?" He looked the same, maybe brushed out the dreads a little. Thin and curly spools of blonde hair littered his head like a mop. The smirk he gave made a nasty shiver tickle down my spine. Was that his try at casual? Maybe formal? Because even with a messy bedhead turning my three feet of hair to-one I beat him by a landslide. He gawked, tried pushing through that crack to get more of a glimpse of me in casual lingerie.
"Who you dressing like that for beautiful?" I rolled my eyes. My fists clenched to keep me from slapping him. Punching him would feel more appropriate.
"Not you," I snap, "thought I made that clear." Tyler looks a little defeated, his smirk slipping on cheeks-full of tobacco spit. I adjusted myself, tugged to show less and begged the bastard to just give it up! He stared, pervert style.
"Are you gonna let me in?" In your goddamn wet dreams! My eye twitched, I looked him straight on. Keeping eye level I melted his face completely, my crazy laser eyes did the trick.
"No, now if you excuse me my boyfriend's giving me a buzz. Come back again when you look like less of a crackhead." Maybe using the word buzz wasn't the best idea. He looked at me with puppy eyes, probably thought I had a stash of methamphetamine. Sick of his glass puppy eyes I slammed the door close, only then did it occur to me that I'd used the word boyfriend in a sentence. I don't have a boyfriend! Conner... What was he? Yesterday played like a silent film in my mind, total joy flurrying my cheeks. I couldn't help but beg for that lingering moment on the phone back.
The thing about yesterday was that it was a blur. Talks about:
school, home,
clothing, body,
touching, way too much
touching,
then an inquiry about how my mind works.
My sick mind tumbled in waves too heavy, I couldn't even fathom it myself. Conner helped ten times more than he should've. I couldn't help but let smiles infect me, maybe he was my boyfriend. I was drowning... Did I want to drown in him? He caressed me with his words, promised he'd touch me, more ways than one. For once Charlie hasn't passed my mind for a whole 24 hours, a world record in my book that I didn't intend to break. Was Conner really my boyfriend? Think back. Elementary Ferris wheel, getting on with my first "boyfriend". Boyfriends back then were nothing more than a fairytale and god was I living one. The definition of a boyfriend is equivalent to die-hard love... Do I dare admit I love the guy? I ate down the thought with a bowl of cereal. Devouring sweet vanilla crisps, puffed wheat and a dash of almonds while I fantasized about Conner. My mind ate hungrily on its fanfiction to go... Making my hand steer and join my thighs. I'm crazy, I'm a bat that lacks echolocation. I stare, transfixed at the sunlight, only when my eyes started to burn I turned away and sip at my pool of milk. I hoped my fantasies won't get out of hand. I let out a little sigh in both realities, giggle in both realities until the vibration of my phone placed discreetly between my thighs makes me jitter. I didn't do that on purpose, it was impulse... scandalous me. It keeps buzzing as my face burns hot pink. If it wasn't for the blaring default ring-tone sounding like metal between my thighs I would've thought it was a vibrator. I threw my legs open and retrieved my cell.
"Hello?" I spoke. Static rings from the other end. I should've checked the caller ID, nothing, its a private number. I take another munch as I wait. Tyler pops up in my mind, surely he couldn't have obtained my number. Panic floods me, still nothing.
"H-hello? Anyone there?" I wait for an answer. Maybe they're into the asmr of me eating like a horse. I stop munching, instruct my leg to quit bouncing.
"Hey? Hello? Chloe?" The voice from the other end makes me jump. I'm covered in milk, overreaction much. It's Conner. I look down at my phone and give myself a well-needed faceplant. I'm on mute who would've thought. The milk dripping down my chin transforms to sticky and warm. Dual fantasies sure made my pulse rise. I'm sweating bullets I didn't expect his call at all. I stammer a greeting, making sure I wasn't on mute this time around. It's okay you surely weren't just thinking of yourself and Conner alone in a bed... Together.
"You scared me half to death! I'm covered in milk!" Conner chuckles, gentle like a summers breeze... Pretty much my favourite turn-on.
"I promise to warn you next time," Conner flirts. I can nearly hear him smirk at the other end. He took it that way, making me smirk too. All this lovely dovey flirtation made me think about the "boyfriend" possibility again.
"What exactly happened yesterday?" The question just slips from my lips as I pat myself dry. Conner hesitates, I detect a possible frown.
"You... Don't remember our call?" My heart did summersaults. I stammered like a dumb baby until falling quiet. My shitty recollection of the whole day finally hit me like a tidal wave. I was suffocating again, this time because of the events of yesterday. I spilled out dark coffee thoughts, he made them a sweeter milky brown and made the bitter bean of Charlie just... Dissolve. I gripped tight to lonesome. Damn summers were getting lonely. With lonesome brought the dreaded times for me, myself, and I, he wouldn't let that happen. Maybe it was just me, myself and him now. I better start considering ways to get him over here. He hears me choking on the other end.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah just... Reliving every bit of yesterday." Now that smile of mine made my gums ache, any wider and my whole jaw would split. More talk, deep talk about each other. It started slow, Conner tripping over his words as he tried to make out what he wanted to say. I'm ecstatic as I praise myself for every right I did... Then it came to me.
"YOU ASKED ME OUT?!"
YOU ARE READING
Mid-Life Crisis (WIP)
Teen Fiction"A work on progress should be put on my life!" Chloe is a fifteen year old girl who struggles into a new lifestyle in efforts to get rid of her grizzy past lover. Along the way her summer expirences are getting interesting. She gets thrown into the...
