heartache

seventeen

Sunlight streamed through the blinds of my living room window. My eyes fluttered open and I momentarily forgot why I was sleeping on the couch. Then a very sexy morning voice reminded me.

"Good morning," Soda said as he stretched his arms. I sat up and stretched as well.

"Good morning." I threw the blanket on the floor and got off the couch, extending my limbs. Man, one night on the couch really does something to your muscles. I could barely feel them. Soda got up and stretched as well.

"I think I have some packing to do. Wanna help?" I asked as I walked up the stairs.

"You betcha." Soda followed me up to my room and sat on the bed while I looked for my suitcase. It was wedged on the top of my closet, just high enough so that I couldn't reach it.

"Soda, sweetie, could you get that for me?" All of a sudden I saw two muscular arms reach over my head and grab the suitcase, pulling it down and placing on the ground. Then he asked how he could be of service.

"You can uh, pick out my bathing suits. Can you get five? They are in that drawer." Soda nodded and walked over to the drawer. I began rummaging through my drawers. I grabbed all sorts of outfits, and some nice ones. Then I threw in some Converse, flats, and heels, just in case. Finally I was done and Soda had picked out the bathing suits, which he nicely threw in my suitcase. I zipped it up and wheeled it downstairs. My dad was still asleep, so I took it upon myself to make breakfast. The food we ate always depended on my mood, and I was in a good mood so I made a lot of food. While I was cutting the strawberries, Soda walked over and brushed the hair away from my neck. From behind he wrapped his arms around my waist, gently kissing my neck. My body tingled. He knew that that was my weak spot. But did he have to do it now, while I was at my house with my father sleeping upstairs?

"Soda, now's not a good time," I said quietly.

"Forever is composed of Nows," he mumbled in between kisses. Ah, that boy. He was quoting one of my favorite books. He knew that quoting my books drove me crazy. Now add that with him kissing my neck...not such a smart idea, Sodapop. I twirled around and locked my hands around his neck, pressing my lips against his. He smiled and lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist and his hands were locked around my back, holding me as close as possible. Then I heard a door open and close upstairs. My dad was awake. Soda dropped me and ran to the kitchen table, acting as if he had been sitting there the whole time. I opened the refrigerator and stuck my head in so that my dad wouldn't see me blushing. I turned my head and looked at Soda, who winked at me. I rolled my eyes and began looking for something to take out of the refrigerator that would make sense. Um, turkey? No. Beer? Oh no. Orange juice? Yes. I grabbed the orange juice from the back of the fridge and closed it, still grinning from ear to ear. My dad walked into the kitchen just as I poured the orange juice into cups.

"Morning Dad. Orange juice?" I chirped. He shook his head.

"I'll have coffee, thanks. What time is it?" I peered at the clock in the dining room.

"Um, 8:45. Don't you have work in 15 minutes?" My dad's eyes widened.

"Crap!" He ran back upstairs and I heard his door slam. I took the orange juice cups and placed them on the table.

"Don't you ever try something like that when my dad's home, you hear me?"

"You know you liked it," he smirked. I sat down across from him.

"I never said that I didn't like it, it's just that my dad would flip if he ever walked in on us." Soda reached across the table and grabbed my hand.