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Chapter 2:
"Possible Solutions"
"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!"
The hallway light invaded the darkness and someone had flicked on my lights.
Could you guess who that was? I could. That voice was just too hard not recognizing it.
Introducing the one and only…
"Explain, Brite."
Lauren backed away from me, still sobbing. My hands were cradling the air and I had a somewhat shocked expression on my face, but I kept cool.
"Look, Justine…" I turned to face her and explain. "This is Lau-"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO THAT POOR GIRL?!" She shrieked, finally noticing the crying girl in the room (which made her look a lot tinier than she was…) and quickly ran to her. From about a foot or two away, she spoke, "Hi, baby, I'm Justine…It's okay." She cooed.
Lauren, letting frequent tears drop, cut off the distance between them and quickly ran over to Justine and buried her face into her hair, soaking Justine's white winter jacket (even though it was the freakin' summer).
"This is Lauren…" I said slowly and pushed away my uncertainty. "She just started crying and…"
"You made her cry! You're horrible, Brite." She frowned and hugged Lauren to her (I must admit), big chest.
Did Lauren just smirk? I'm not sure if I saw it or not.
Lauren stopped crying, but her face looked moist. Justine, surprisingly, was glaring at me and it was still her birthday. Wait, why is she here?
I ignored the events that previously happened and asked, "Why are you here, Justine?"
Her glare faded and she answered, "I wanted to thank you for my present, babe." She smiled sweetly and stared down at Lauren. "What's wrong, hon'?" There you have it. The sweet sixteen Justine.
Lauren opened her mouth to respond, but…
"LAURIE'!" A voice interrupted, using the same tone Justine had. "What's wrong?"
I turned my gaze to my sister. She rushed toward Lauren, face full with concern. Before I could explain, my parents appeared at the door, asking what the "commotion" was about. I was a bit relieved and escaped from my room, leaving everyone to comfort Lauren.
I quietly ran down the stairs and out the door. It was a bit chilly, but I was fine. (Usually people in t-shirts and jeans would be cold).
I let out an icy breath.
"Running away…" A voice made its way to the back of my neck, now giving me shivers. The unknown shadow sneaked its arms around my waist and rested its head (or what I thought was a head) against my back. I thought for awhile and assumed that it was best—a female voice. "Thank you…" You're welcome…Or am I?
"Thank you. Thank you for everything." The female voice told me and then as quick as she said it, she vanished.
The warmth had evaded me while I turned around, checking to see if that it was my imagination or not. But, there was no one there.
I'm pretty sure someone was there.
Pretty sure…
I walked toward my door and tried to enter my house, but it had locked. Now, where's my key? I reached around my pockets and discovered I had no key.
"Crap…" I whispered to myself. I thought over possible solutions.
One: I could ring the doorbell, but someone would answer it and ask what I did to Lauren. That's out.
Two: I could climb a window or go around the back, someone must've unlocked or sliding door. Hey, we gotta throw out soda cans, right? Negative is that someone might be there or they all might and they'll find me, lingering in our backyard.
Three: Friends.
Yeah, I was definitely gonna go with number three.
I finally shivered and I began my trek to a friend's house.
"So, that's what happened?" Samantha asked me, voice full of curiosity.
"Woah. You're one player. She isn't such a bad looking girl either…" Tony mumbled the last sentence.
We were all sprawled inside of Jon's room. Several of us on the bed, some of us on the bed, and the rest of them somewhere else inside the unorganized, yet clean room.
They all happened to be at Jon's house to hang out. Lucky for me that they were all there, I needed them to hear it, as much as I resent that longed feeling.
"Yeah." I replied to Samantha, nodding my head a few times.
"Anna," Samantha said a friend's name. "What do you think about this?"
Anna blinked a few times and allowed the information to process in her head. I think she was confused like me. "Well," She began. "I think you should just talk to uhm, what's her name," She paused. "Lauren…About this. It's the best solution. If she would kiss you, I bet she's mature enough. I don't think she did it to throw you off." Anna gave us her input.
I absorbed her thoughts and looked at the rest of my friends.
"She's definitely into you." Jon stated.
"I wonder why Justine took her side…" Samantha drifted off.
Tony turned to her, and answered, "Justine is such a feminist, motherly instincts. Fo'sho." Tony smirked.
Anna shook her head at the two of them, trying to uphold a serious manner, but she ended up laughing.
"Okay, I'll talk to her about it." I decided with Anna's idea. They all nodded and stared at me.
"Do you think she's still at my house?" I asked them.
"Yes." Answered all of them, but one-Tony.
"Justine probably took her home and started nursing her-"
"TONY!"
When I approached my house, the lights were off. 'Hm, maybe they're all gone,' I thought.
I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. But, I could always return to Jon's place.
I started to walk away, but then my shoelace got untied. I was in the middle of the street, in the middle of the night…Actually…Morning. (I stayed really late at Jon's house. It was around five in the morning. No wonder no one had answered the doorbell, but someone should have heard. Oh, well.) Yeah, I was really careless about the danger.
I bent down and began to retie it and no car had passed by, so I was thankful.
I walked to the opposite side of my house and then began walking, once again, to Jon's house.
It got warmer because the sun was rising.
I stopped and began to run the opposite direction.
I wanted to see the sunrise.
I arrived at exactly six AM. How did I know the time? I have a watch.
I sat on the edge of the hill and peered at the sun. I wonder why no one watches the sunrise and sunset anymore. It's the coolest thing ever. How the colors brighten the sky, and rays of light flash throughout the land.
I smiled, content with this feeling. I was by myself, getting some time alone to breathe and relax. The sun went up so I stood up as well, stretching my arms.
It was time to go back.
I reached my house in about an hour so it was like seven-ish. I sat on my white front porch, resting my arms on my legs. I soon put my head down, waiting for someone to open the door.
I was tired, I guess. So, I slowly drifted off to sleep…I didn't notice that someone had opened the door and sat next to me until they shook me awake again.
"Did you see the sunrise?" A girl softly asked in a lazy-like, relaxed voice.
"Mhm." I answered.
"I wish I went with you…I was up since five."
As my head cleared, I knew it was Lauren. "Why were you up so early?" I murmured.
"I couldn't sleep…Your sister was sleep-talking. She was talking about ice cream and you." Lauren replied.
I smiled, knowing the exact memory she was dreaming about…
"You better go inside now. It's cold out here, isn't it?" I looked over at her to find that she was wearing a white camisole and white short-shorts. I noticed that she was wearing a bra underneath her cami-bra and turned my head away. Mind you, I'm not a pervert like Tony.
"I'm really not." I could tell she was smiling and looking down at herself. Don't ask why because I don't know either.
There was silence until she asked me, "Aren't you cold?"
She sure is sweet, isn't she? "No. I've been out the whole night…And here I am, alive in the morning." I joked.
She didn't smile, nor did she frown. I guess she didn't think me not being alive funny…But, then again, it really wasn't from the beginning.
"Well…I better go inside now." She whispered as if she shouldn't have been outside.
"Yeah, okay. I'll follow you." I stood up and brushed myself off. I even tapped my black Nike shoes so my feet were fit. I stretched and looked down at her where I could see her…You know.
She smiled up at me. I smiled back, just to be friendly. I offered my hand and she slipped her's into mine. I pulled her up swiftly and she stared into my eyes.
Then she diverted her gaze to the door, which was now closed. She walked over to it and tried opening it, but it was locked. Wow, locked out again, huh?
"Shoot. Now I'm freezing." She shivered.
I shot a glance at her and noticed her feet were bare. I hesitantly took off my black shirt and offered it to her.
She turned her head to me and thanked me silently with her amazing eyes. She grabbed it, gently, and slid into it. It covered practically her whole upper body and went to her knees, looking as if she was naked. She probably wasn't the warmest, but it was something.
I thought of our options. I finally got the right one.
"Hey, I have an idea."
I led her to a park nearby. Thankfully, it was only eight and no one comes till nine-thirty to begin their walks and play dates and all of that other stuff. I was running, to warm her up (and myself too), to one of my favorite spots, a small little pond.
It was a light blue color and the little ducks and swans and their babies came out to swim. There were a lot of ferns and beautiful flowers surrounding it of all kinds.
She gasped. I instantly knew she loved it, too.
"Brite, it's really pretty." She smiled at me. "Thanks for taking me here…" She looked around. Soon enough, she was wandering around in curiosity, exploring this scenery.
I admired her and smiled at her from afar. She looked really adorable and innocent with that little naïve face. Yet, she was actually very mature at the same time. I guess you can keep that innocent, naïve look, but still be one of the most mature people ever.
I had offered her one of Lizzie's flip-flops. White ones to match her outfit because I'm pretty sure girls are into matching…Or mix-n-match. Whatever.
This probably would've looked odd if someone else was there…A shirtless guy with a younger girl that seemed to be either a weirdo dressed in only a shirt or just damn hot. And I'm hoping that there wasn't anyone. I don't want to be portrayed as a rapist or some pervert.
But…No one should be there. We had a lot of time.
"Lauren!" I called her over to me. I seated myself on the grass at the edge of the pond. I pulled my legs slightly up and soon she was next to me, with her legs crossed. I shot a gaze at her and she was smiling at me so I coolly lowered my eyes to her legs (which looked smooth and soft, completely hairless and just the right tone), then to the pond. I took off my shoes, slipped off my socks, and pulled up my jeans to my knees, or as high as I could get them. I slowly dipped them in. I didn't care if it was dirty. This was an once-in-a-lifetime thing. Not really. The pond would always be there…
She copied me and plopped her legs in, she was sitting right at the end, and her knees were almost covered. She grinned at me and I couldn't help, but smile. She was too sweet. I suppose she was shy…I don't know.
"So, do you have a girlfriend?" Nope, she wasn't. Not at all.
"Nope," I paused, debating whether to ask her or not. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
She looked down at the water, wiggling her toes. "Nah." She had slow breaths…Deep and slow. It was as if she was cherishing each breath, as if each one was special, as if each one was her last.
Lauren stood up, stretching high to the sky. I looked at her legs; shiny with the gleaming water drops.
"Are you cold?" I asked Lauren.
"No," She smiled a cute smile. "Thank you for the shirt, again…"
"Yeah…No problem."
I looked down at my chest I wasn't shivering and I had no goosebumps. I wasn't cold without my shirt.
I stood up, facing her.
She stared at me with those mysterious eyes. I don't think I could ever figure her out in my lifetime.
She hummed a tune and I commented, in my head, that it fit her completely.
Since there was nothing else to do…I told her a story about Lizzie.
During the whole time, she looked at me carefully…As if examining every inch in my face. Like she was savoring every piece of me.
While she was looking at me, I kept going and going. It was like I had diarrhea of the mouth and I only paused for breaths. This time she was fascinated with me, or atleast that's what I interpreted. But, for me, I was still focused on her.
Finally, I got to the end. I was relieved and really didn't have any idea that I could talk so much and so fast. It seemed like an hour passed by, but it was only like ten minutes.
There is silence again, but it isn't awkward. The both of us just don't know what to say to each other.
I keep looking at her, trying to give her the signal to talk about something for awhile so we can get off of this phase. Wait, phase? We're not in love…Neither are we even together. What is up with me nowadays?
She was beginning to come closer to me, slow and carefully. Did she know she was approaching me? Did she want to? What is she doing?
So many questions are running through my head and I don't know what to do with them. I've never been so dazzled in my life.
She licked her lips, slowly. Her tongue was so…Pink. A light pink that matched her small, perfect lips. Every part of her was so…Mystical. I don't even know the words to describe her.
She is so close now that I can smell her scent. It was different from the vanilla from the night before…It was like strawberries and it was strong, but a good type.
People have waited a lifetime for moments like these…Hah. I remember Justine singing.
Was right now one of those times?
Lauren is looking up at me with those eyes…Mesmerizing.
"Kiss me…"I think I hear her murmur ever so softly.
I lean down while she slowly closes her eyes. I can feel her breathing, her sighs.
Then I hear a noise. A jogger has come up. The person is listening to their iPod and they haven't noticed us yet. I think we have to go…Man.
"We gotta go." I slightly pat her on the shoulder and start running on another path, far away from the morning person and…Away from Lauren.
I didn't look back when I was getting away…Away from everything. That girl is just too…Complex? I can't even describe how and what she makes me feel. Does she even make me feel anything? I don't even know anymore. All my senses are lost when I'm with her, when I'm near her. I don't know what she's doing to me. I wonder if she is doing anything or not, or maybe I'm just going completely insane because…I don't know what. Maybe I'm just totally overreacting and perhaps I'm going over the edge of exaggeration. But, I don't think it's…
"Brite!" She panted. I knew it was her. There was no doubt in my mind.
"You left me back there." Lauren stated calmly. "Why? Do you know how stupid I look? It's like I'm naked because no one can see the clothes I'm wearing underneath." She took a breath. "Please don't ever leave me like that again…I don't know what I'd do if I was all alone, without you." She took several deep breaths.
I suppose I went so ahead of her that she was running after me to catch up. That's terrible of me.
"I'm sorry. Next time I'll wait. But, if someone saw me, that person, then I don't know, I think I'd be rested of molesting you. That's how it would seem." I explained to her, just running things out of my mouth. I did not register anything I was saying.
"Uhm…Well, it is an open park. I could've ran away if people came to that conclusion."
"No. They would assume I had a gun or some type of weapon and I was going to attack or kill you if you tried to runaway or—"
"Scream. Then you'd be in deep sh…Trouble." Lauren smiled at me.
I rose my eyebrows in response to her. I looked at our surroundings. Oh, wow. I led ourselves home. Lucky day for me. Not really.
"Come on, Lauren, someone must be up by now…" I instructed her.
"'Kay." She simply replied back, walking toward me. Actually, she walked ahead of me and went to the door, waiting. For who? I didn't really know either.
I quickly jogged to the front door and rung the bell, silently hoping that someone would come and answer the door so we wouldn't have to go somewhere again.
Lauren and I heard some footsteps down the stairs. I waited, relieved.
Wait! She's wearing my shirt!
"Lauren! Give me my shirt back!" I demanded of her, quietly.
"What?" She simply asked back, whispering.
"My shirt! My shirt!" I repeated, pointing at my bare chest. She looked at me, dumbfounded, until she understood what I meant.
She was sliding off my shirt and handing it to me when the door was beginning to creak open.
I rushed, sliding my shirt onto my own body. It was warm…Warm from her body heat. I smoothed it sleekly and acted casual.
"Where have you two been?" It was my mother.
"Oh, nowhere, ma'am." Lauren replied. "We were just sitting out here, on the porch, admiring the morning." Lauren smiled sweetly at my mom.
My mother fell for it, fortunately, and she nodded at us, meaning that we should proceed to go inside.
Lauren stepped in first, thankful for the heater inside of my house. My mom then left the door and went back up the stairs, her nightgown wrinkled, but still in a perfect form.
I shut the door quietly and locked it, smirking at myself about how many times I've been locked out in one day. I pulled an all-nighter. Here comes this long next day.
"Well…Thank you, Brite. For everything. I'm going to go back to Liz's room…I'm going to check if she's sleeping or up doing her hair for the day." She laughed, a mature laugh, different from those girlish giggles I've heard so many times before.
"Alright."
"Bye."
Lauren runs up the stairs, not looking back at me.
But, for some reason, I knew she wanted to look back.
Man. What a day. I sighed. Finally, finally, was I home. Home, sweet home. I love this place. I don't think I want to leave until one full day of staying inside. Yeah, I know. Lame? Whatever. Home is where the heart is.
I walked around my house, even though I had been in it since the beginning of my life. I appreciated and admired each aspect of it. My eyes spied the couch and I seated myself in it. No later than two seconds was I lying down and just staring at the ceiling. The walls were red and looked of velvet, but they were just plain and smooth. I settled in, getting comfortable, and I drifted off to sleep.
"I still hear your voice, when you sleep next to me. I still feel your touch in my dreams. Forgive me, my weakness, but I don't know why. Without you, it's hard to survive. 'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling. And everytime we kiss, I swear I can fly. Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last. I need you by my side. 'Cause everytime we touch, I feel this static. And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky. Can't you feel my heart beat so? I can't let you go. I want you in my life." Some beautiful voice was singing.
"Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky. They wipe away tears that I cry. The good and the bad times, we've been through them all. You make me rise when I fall." Then there was this little lullaby or melody hummed. It was so entrancing.
"'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling…And everytime we kiss, I swear I can fly. Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last. I need you by my side. 'Cause everytime we touch, I feel this static. And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky. Can't you feel my heart beat so? I can't let you go. I want you in my life." They finished…Or well, they stopped singing.
It captured me. I felt light for the first time in my life. Like I was in love. Is this what love feels like? I don't really know. But, I feel so light-headed that it's making me dizzy. It's so…Tranquil.
Am I dreaming? Or am I awake?
There she is. The angel of light. The beauty of the world. She's walking toward me. Her name is Lauren.
"'Cause everytime we touch…I get this feeling." She leans toward me. "And everytime we kiss, I swear I can fly." Don't tell me… "Can't you feel my heart beat fast? I want this to last…I need you by my side."
Lauren climbs atop of me (it's not what you think), so she was on my stomach. She leans forward, toward my face. Her stomach against mine, of equal length since she has the advantage of moving anywhere on me. "'Cause everytime we touch…I feel this static."
She looks at me with those eyes. Does she know how they affect me so? "And everytime we kiss…I reach for the sky. Can't you feel my heart beat so?"
This…
"I can't let you go. I want you in my life."
Then she leans down and presses her lips against mine.
I'm gone.
Author's Note: Hello, there. Here is chapter two, finally. I got the chance of working on it and finishing it many weeks ago, but then my work started to build up again. I apologize tremendously for having like a year to write one chapter. I hope this one pleased you, the length and the content. Well, I can't really change what you think so yeah. The name of the song featured in italics at the end is Cascada – "Everytime We Touch (Yanou's Candelight Mix)". It's not mine. It's really beautiful, I suggest you listen to it.
I didn't edit or look over this so this is pretty fresh and new like a rough draft. I don't think I'll be changing it any time soon. So, yep. Sorry if there are multiple errors and typos that just drive your mind crazy. I was just very anxious to get it out and updated.
Now, back to the story. What did you guys think? Unexpected? What do you guys think of Lauren? Well, till the next chapter. And let's hope that will be coming soon!
You know the deal: Review. Constructive criticism; flamers, no. Thank you.
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Cearius Lans- I tried my best as writing as a boy. So, don't yell at me if you think guys are totally different and think different. I don't really know 'em, being a girl. You can't figure genders out. Thank you for your support.JojoAnn- Hehe. Well, it means a lot to different people. That's the story. Hehe. I can't change it because it won't be quite as interesting, don't you think? That's what makes up the story; the speed of Lauren…Or/and Lauren in general. It's cool that Lauren's your name. And don't worry…I didn't mean to offend any Lauren-named people. I know several. Heh. Thank you!
Deadinlove13- Funny? Wow, so unexpected, but good. Thank you! It's quite lovely to read that. Hehe. Yeah, I think she's a lot braver than I am, too. Don't you love writing? Thank you.
Christie8- Thank you. A lot of people don't like things about Lauren, haha. But, that's the way it is and how it should be. Atleast, that's how I want it to be, hehe. I'm trying my best to continue this story! It's been so delayed. Thanks for reviewing.
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