I woke up the next morning at twelve in the afternoon. That was my usual time for waking up and I was rested as ever. I so dearly wanted to get rid of the bangs up my hazel eyes. But to my despair they were still there, like an unwanted neighbor also coming over asking for sugar. Sadly, my house was out of sugar. I walked out of my room and sleepily made my down the treacherous stairs. A battle it was, for my hand had to be practically glued to the banister so I wouldn’t tumble to the ground.
It would be so like me to get hurt over the weekend then miss school. Therefore when I got better I’d have the stress and the anger to have to finish the mountains and mountains of homework that would put Everest to shame. I sighed as I walked into the pancake aroma filled kitchen thanks to my little sister and my older brother. My little sister, Eve, came running to me clearly more awake then me. How could that be? Well, she didn’t have to stress about finding out her boyfriend was and still is gay, that she made out with her neighbor which might count as cheating (I honestly have no clue but if I had to guess it would be yes), and that Monday she had a huge essay due of which she hadn’t even had the title for. All she probably worried about is if her crayons were still in her box and not sprawled over the living room as always.“Kiiiiim, Miiiiiikeeee and I maaaaadeee pannycakes! Want?”
I sighed. “I don’t know. Mikey could of poisoned them.” Her blue eyes widen. “But I eat one before!” She said believing in the lie. I smiled evilly. “Well, the poison is just making its way all through your body until you finally die!” She ran behind Mikey. He smiled at her then scowled at me. Typical of him, he was always sweet to the littlest sister and not to the slightly older sister. I rolled my eyes at him. “They’re not poison. See Kimmy will try one.” He shoved a giant pancake in my mouth and I almost choked on it. Eve watched with fearful eyes as I gulped down the last of pancake lodge in my throat. I started making gagging noise and fell to the floor. “Eve. Help me. I’m dying.” I made a pretend blah noise then lied still. “Kiiiim! No die. No die. Please please.” She was crying then I was all boo. She screamed and hid behind Mikey. I got up and looked at Mikey. “These are really good? Mikey what ingredients were used in the making of this fine masterpiece? And who is all divine creation was the creator of this next Mona Lisa?”
Eve jumped up and down yelling “Me! me!” I turned around and pointed a pancake in front of her face. “Did you create this dish?” She smiled brightly. “Yes! I did! With Miiiiikeeee!” I picked her up and held her up on my hip. “Well its yummy.” She snatched my pancake and stuffed in her tiny mouth. “Hey! That was mine.” She laughed in between chews and said. “No! My pannycake!” Mikey took her from my hands and put her down. “Eve, Kimmy has to go to from froom classes. So we should let her get ready. And you need get your stuff from upstairs for Gabi’s birthday. ” She hurried into the next room. “Shit! That’s today!”
I didn’t realize I had to go to driving class thanks to my crash three months ago. It wasn’t even that bad but the school insisted so I had to for three weeks starting today take class at the rec center. “I totally forgot.” Mikey didn’t seemed surprise at my total absent mindedness. He filled his mouth the last of his pancake and gulped down milk. He had some skills not getting a milk mustache. I always get those. He turned to me. “It’s at 3:30 you know. Its 2:23. You only have an hour.” He made it seem like I had a lot of time. He grabbed his keys, yelled at Eve to get in the car, and left. I had about exactly ONE hour. I mean an hour come one. It’s an hour! That a LONG time. Sure enough I arrived there….late. Maybe an hour wasn’t long enough.
I ended up getting there late, so late that the instructor stared down at me. Thank god he didn’t take a point off. I ran out of my car and stood breathing hard in front of my instructor. It was kinda awkward. Until we got in the car and I was jamming up my music. He didn’t like it. I didn’t think he would. Once we got back to the parking lot, he frowned as he wrote then looked up at me. “Good job. See ya next week.” He gave the new meaning to poker face.
When I got home I got out of the car. “Kimmy?” I turned around and Justin stood in my driveway. My face felt hot and my hands clammy. “What do you want?” Was nervousness apparent in my voice? I can’t let him think that the kiss meant anything but impulse. He walked up the driveway to stand inches away. “I wanted to know what the hell was with what happened yesterday.” Shit! I seriously messed up with that whole thing. I backed away. “It was nothing. A mistake. Forget about it.” He frowned. “But-but.”
“Just forget about it ok.” He walked closer filling the space between us. I felt tension building between the two of us. I quickly wanted to run inside and cry. My legs said otherwise. They were glued to the ground. “I don’t want to forget.” He said sadly. Oh my god. I gave him hope for us and now that he had it, it only drove him to get what he wanted. Was I what he wanted? My heart filled with happiness; I was wanted again.
“Can you just go away? It would never be. Even if I wanted it to be.” He looked up smiling. “You want us to be?” I blushed. My feet started to work again; I turned. “Go. Please.” I started to walk up to the house when he stepped in front of me. “Answer question first. Do you?” I pushed him inside. I couldn’t answer him. I didn’t really know the answer.
I walked inside and slammed the door behind me wanting to forget all that happened outside. All that happened with me and justin. It wouldn't be. It couldn't be. Even if I wanted so. Not that I did. I was just stating that fact that it would never ever be. I sighed forcing tears back. I wouldn't shed them now. I would run up into my room and cry them knowing that wouldn't be able to share this terrible secret with anyone for if I did then I d let it slip about Nathan. And I couldn't do that. I couldn't betray Nathans trust for if I did then I’d never get it back.
I didn't want to lose Nathan. Again. I ran upstairs to my room and slammed it shut. Then I feel onto my bed with tears cascading from my eyes. Why was my life so complicated? What did I do to deserve this? What? I ask for you. I cried on my fluffy pillow trying not to sneeze because of the fluff getting into my mouth.
I woke up the next morning with irritated red eyes. Great. Thank goodness it was Sunday. Then I remembered the mountain of homework residing in my backpack. I crawled out of bed and stumbled down the stairs into the kitchen opening the fridge. I grabbed out the milk and poured a glass. I was then startled by the ringing of the doorbell. It nearly scared me to death. Ha. Half awake I walked to the door. I opened it to find Justin. I dropped my glass, it shattering on the floor.
"Oh my god, Kimmy, you okay?" He seemed really over worried. I just dropped a glass. I bent over to gather the remains and put it on the table in the entry way. I turned my attention back to Justin. “What are you doing here?” My tone was not pleasing, my emotions showed through. I didn’t care if I hurt his feelings at this point. I just didn’t care anymore. He looked up and down me. I wasn’t something for him to analyze. I suddenly had the urged to slam my door on his face.
“I wanted to stop by and check up on you.” I don’t know why but I was angered by this. He didn’t have to come over and see what I was doing, to see if I was doing it right. “Just leave.” I tried to close the door but his hand forcefully held it open. “LET GO OF THE DOOR!” I was pissed. He had no right being here. “NOT TILL YOU TALK TO ME!” He pushed the door open so hard I feel back and landed on the tile. “WHAT THE HELL?!” He frowned as he looked down. “DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND!!! YOU’RE HURTING ME BY BEING HERE, BY TALKING TO YOU! JUST GO JUSTIN!” My eyes burned as tears flowed down my cheeks. He backed up and ran out the door.
I didn’t end up doing my homework.
