Golden Sunflowers

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The storm pounded the kitchen windows. I ignored it, going back to the dishes. The storms in California were horrible. I set the last of the glasses in the strainer.

It had been four days. Four days since Slade and I had the most amazing sex of my entire life. Well, there was nothing to compare it to, but it still was pretty amazing for the first time. Every night I went back to that night in my mind. I would lay in bed going over every yummy detail.

Sex made you feel new, like a totally different person. I felt like I had blossomed. It was everything and more. If only I had someone to share all the details with. But I had no one. I wasn't going to call Slade and go on and on about his sexual talent. He would think I was nuts. Slade had called me every night since we hooked up. He was still showing his interest and that was a good sign. But he hadn't come around since.

Crawford snored loudly by the back door, his paws twitching every so often. I had the house to myself and I loved it, until the storm rolled in. The lights flickered, going off and leaving me to the dark afternoon, the storm so harsh the outside was nothing but black storm clouds and an angry, frothy ocean.

"A flashlight," I told myself, rummaging through the junk drawer. I located one, pounding the end for the light to kick on. It did nothing but make my palm ache. I groaned, rifling through the drawer for batteries, something we never had. Who was I kidding? I wasn't going to find any in this house.

Crawford awakened, barking loudly at the booming thunder.

"Crawford, stop!" I yelled, starting to get a little batty. I didn't need my dog making me even more paranoid than I already was. I didn't like storms.

But Crawford wasn't letting the storm go. He barked louder, scratching at the door. What I thought was thunder turned into a hasty knocking. I hurried over to the door, peering out into the hurricane-like weather, the rain making the window hazy and whatever was standing on the other side looked like a bright splotch of yellow.

The splotch's knuckles rattled the glass, pounding even harder. I tried making out the body. A thin frame, more than likely a girl. I took hold of Crawford's collar, pulling the door open just a crack, the smell of rain and heat slipping in the doorway, the hiss of the rain hitting the porch and everything in view.

"This is not what I expected!" a familiar voice shouted at me.

"Karsen?" I asked excitedly. She dropped her yellow hood, shaking her honey blonde hair free.

"Absolutely it's me," she said, her smile invading her eyes. She pulled me in tightly for a hug, her hands slipping around me like always when she was hugging me.

"What are you doing here? I didn't even know you were coming!" I screamed, hugging her again even tighter. This was the greatest surprise ever.

Karsen tugged off her yellow rain coat. She tossed it over the kitchen chair, looking around the kitchen. "I told you I would talk them into it. I have a week." She crossed her arms, giving me a thorough examination. "You seem different."

I raised my eyebrows, surprised she would say such a thing. Losing one's virginity wasn't supposed to transform you physically that I knew of. I shrugged my shoulders, a smirk creeping up on my face.

"Tell me everything that has happened since I talked to you, because I can tell something great happened. It's written all over you." She yanked the chair out, taking a seat.

I admired her tan, the one that gave her the healthy glow. She was so radiant. I took a seat, wondering where to begin.

"From the beginning. Who is he?" she said, finishing my thoughts like she always did. She knew what I was thinking before I thought it. "Is he the guy with the piercing?"

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