Romance ¦ Chaelisa

4. My Oh My

"My mama doesn't trust her (My oh my)
She's only here for one thing, but so am I

Yeah, a little bit older, a black leather jacket
A bad reputation, insatiable habits
She was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe, yeah
I said, if she kissed me, I might let it happen"

"Mum! Im going out" I scream as I run down the stairs of my house.

"Where you going now?" My mum shouts back from upstairs.

"I'm going to uh... watch a movie" I reply to her.

"Ah that's nice sweetie! Who with?" She shouts back.

I can't believe I'm having a conversation like this with my mother, just casually shouting across the house while tying my shoes up.

"Uh... L-Lisa" I tell her bracing myself for what was to come.

"Lisa from the neighbourhood?" She asks me.

"Yeah" I reply almost clenching my mouth after replying.

"Ya Rosie, you know I don't like her that much... she doesn't seem like a good person to hang around with"

"Mum!" I shout even louder than I already was. "You don't even know her!" I whine.

"Anyways. I need to go. Love you" I shout at her before leaving the house.

I let out a sigh and zip up my coat. It was pretty cold outside.

I walk down the path and to Lisa's.

Lisa lived with just her mum and step-dad. So it was always much quieter in her house.

I've 'known' Lisa for a few months now.

I say 'know' because she moved to the house a few houses down from mine about 6 months ago I would say.

We lived in a pretty well off area in Melbourne. Every body was friends with every body and we all pretty much had the same status.

I remember when she first moved in my mother and I as well as my neighbours had gone round to welcome them and, I watched at how everyone's mouth dropped when they saw Lisa and her family.

Compared to the usual family you saw in Prince Lane they seemed much more... out there. Lisa wore a black leather jacket that I soon learned she wore everywhere. Her mother and father dressed in all black and her mother had the most gorgeous collection of lipsticks.

They were different.

I remember I was intrigued by her straight away because she was different.

She was so incredibly gorgeous, I only wanted to know one thing. What it would be like to kiss those plump lips.

After we had greeted them, my mum told me not to bother making friends with her like I did with almost everyone else in the neighbourhood.

I asked 'why?' She simply replied 'she does not seem like a good idea Rosie' and we had left it at that.

But, 2 months ago, I bumped into Lisa at a house party my best friend threw.