Two Hearts Collide

Chapter 13: "Oh it's beautiful!"

I hate my bedroom.

That's the first thought I have when I wake up.

The walls are black and the floor is a nice cherry wood that could seriously look good. I like my bed and my white fluffy beanbag. I like my bathroom and my closet. I like how the front of my room is curved because the part of the house is curved. I like how my closet is open.

But I hate the design. I hate black walls.

Mom won't let me go to school until Monday because I won't get my inhaler until Saturday and she's worried. They adjusted my meds. I can smell something amazing. I look at the time on my phone 5:07 PM. I'm wearing a black tank top and red spandex. I'm wearing a thong, and I'm wearing the same pushup I had on earlier. All I did when I got home was changed my jeans to spandex, crawled into bed and went to sleep. I closed the curtains too.

Mom woke me up six times to make sure I was okay. I didn't get mad because she's just concerned.

I throw the covers off of me and get up. When I get to the balcony, I see all of our giant group of family and friends are downstairs. I rub my eyes and go the rest of the way downstairs.

My mouth is watering.

"How are you feeling?" Lucy's Mom asks me in concern.

"I'm good." I say.

Carter gives me a hug.

I go walking into the kitchen.

"What smells like sex?" I ask.

Mom looks at me. "Your sex with Carter smells like chicken cutlets?" Kyle asks.

"No, it smells like orgasm, but orgasm smells good."

"I'm confused." Kyle admits.

"She just asked what smell good the Roxy way." Mom says. "Did you sleep well, honey?"

I nod and move closer to peer into the pans. Chicken Cutlets, mashed potatoes and green beans.

Oh god, she's making cake too. The whole bowl of batter is sitting on the counter.

When she turns her back, I grab a giant spoon, scoop out a ton and take off running.

"ROXANNE!" Mom bellows. Everyone laughs at me as I run off. "STOP RUNNING BEFORE YOU HAVE ANOTHER ASTHMA ATTACK!"

I stop running immediately.

"Go put it back in the bowl." she's standing in the entrance to the kitchen.

I bite my lip. "Fine." I snap. "But that means I get to lick whatever's left."

"She does like to lick up the rest." Carter says.

All of us start laughing at his perverted mind.

"Deal." She says. "Now go put it back."

My shoulders slump and I go stomping back to the kitchen. I put the batter back and lick the spoon clean. I put it in the dishwasher and go to the living room.

Someone rings the doorbell. I go and pull it open, smirking immediately when I see Steve standing there.

"You're under arrest." He says. I raise my eyebrows, not in the least bit scared. I know how this process works. He's arrested me all three times.

"For what, exactly?" I cross my arms.

"Er..." he trails off, thinking. "Vandalism."

"What?" Mom asks, coming up behind me.