Brooklyn

CHAPTER TWELVE

        Friday afternoon ,

            Me and Ryan sat on my bedroom floor, a blank poster in the middle of the carpet. We wrote on the poster about Hitler.

      As I wrote on the poster, Ryan's hand touched my thigh. I looked up at him and laughed, "What are you doing?" Ryan laughed also, getting closer to me, then held my waist.

    I laughed as he pinned me down. "I can't help myself, heh." Ryan spoke. We both laughed, until he started to kiss me. The TV played downstairs as my dad watched television. We kissed each other until he made his way down my neck, leaving love marks.

   We kissed on the floor, thinking about nothing. Just as it was in the forest. The door opened and I heard a sound. My eyes shot open to see my dad stare back at me. I pushed Ryan away. "Dad!" I yelled. "IM- we're not doing anything!!"

    My dad looked angry. "Out of my house young man!" Ryan awkwardly made it outside. "Dad!" I yelled. "Brooklyn, we need to talk!"

  10:30PM

   Me and my father talked while I cried on the bed. "I understand he's your boyfriend." My father sighed. "You can have him over, but you needed to tell me you were dating him!"

   I nodded, crying. My father walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. But shortly after, I heard small noises at my window. I looked outside my window, opening it. Ryan stood below the window outside, throwing small rocks at it. "Ryan!" I called out, still crying.

   "Can you climb down the window, Brooks??"
He asked, holding his arms out as though I would fall. I nodded, climbing out. When I was halfway down the house, Ryan called out for me to jump.

    I jumped down, Ryan catching me quickly. I kissed him. "Shit, your heavy." Ryan joked. I laughed it off, kissing him again. We kissed.

        He makes me so happy.

   Throughout the night we kissed, talked, and cuddled. He comforted me when I cried about my problems. He was so fucking amazing. A gentleman.

   In the morning, my father questioned the marks on my neck. This was awkward. I said it was nothing but a mistake.

   I ran outside the house as fast as possible. Me and Ryan were going on a date anyways. I mean, kind of.

   4:00PM

   I changed into my black bathing suit. It was a bit showy but it was all I had. But it made me look sexy, not one lie was told. I put on sunglasses and walked outside, meeting Ryan on his bike, of course. He wore swimming shorts. I got on, holding onto him. Our skin touched without clothes blocking. I felt butterflies in my stomach, again.

   This party was going to be one of the best times of my life. We stopped by his friends' shouted, and walked to the backyard pool. So many girls, and guys swam in the pool, or made out. I never been to a party before, but this is what I kind of expected it to be like since we were freshman's in high school.

    Stupid teens that make out at pools.

   Yeah, probably that. Me and Ryan claimed our seats then started to head towards the pool.
As soon as me got in the pool, I got on his shoulders and we played around. I even met Adrianna at the pool. I felt more people started to like me. I was a free young teen.

     I wonder what sophomore year would be like.