seven parts of me [on hold]

lust at first sight

the first time.
(pt. I)

November 2011

For lunch I had strawberry yogurt and a plain bagel with cream cheese. The only reason my eating choices were at all relevant, was because they made a reappearance twenty minutes after lunch. The skin in between my mother's eyebrows was fiercely creased, and Blaze was "already regretting coming home." My older brother was nineteen, meaning he was gladly moved out, basking in the glory of having a rich mother who babied the hell out of him. Blaze decided to postpone college to explore his "artist happenings," which roughly translates to appeasing mom, she's an artist, having a lot of rough, drunken sex, and taking photos of gorgeous girls he manages to bed, with his iPhone, and making prints to send to mom. Having Blaze away isn't all bad. It's not bad at all actually, seeing as with him gone, he's out of my hair and I'm out of his.
But seeing as it's holiday, he's back and waiting patiently, (ha), for my aunt Ana and cousin York. York is a year older than me, and two and a half years younger than Blaze. This means for the remainder of holiday I will have to lock myself in my room and stuff earbuds in my ear to drown out the loud sound effects of video games and profanities sprouting from the boys' rooms.

Like my brother, York has a distaste for me, as I do him. We don't talk, and when we do, it's in sarcastic snippets along with thousands of eye rolls and scoffs. York is sixteen by now, and if you asked an outsider's point of view, quite attractive. I only know this because of the voiced opinions of the few friends I've had. York has shagged blond hair that hangs low, shielding his grey eyes. He's taller than me, but that's not very hard, me being 5'5, but he rings at about six foot, and he's a bit lanky, but with some muscle tone. He has defined cheekbones and taut pink lips, that according to my ex-friend Corrine, were very enjoyable to kiss for hours on end when I went to sleep. Needless to say I stopped talking to Corrine and she wasn't interesting enough to keep the spark in York's radar, thankfully.

"Vanity, please finish with your business and set the table, Ana and the boys will be here soon." The tang of distaste laced in her voice was not the only thing that was not lost on me. In addition, the plural of the phase boys caught my attention.

"Did you say boys?" I demanded, emphasizing the 's' on the word. I not only did that because anyone of the opposite gender brought a wrinkle in my nose, but also because the last time I checked, there was only one York, thank God.

"Oh, didn't I mention it to you? York's friend River is joining them for this visit." She waved it off as if it wasn't a vital piece of very, very important information. I already had to deal with two boys who I held a mutual disdain for, I didn't need a third. Especially one that would be friends with York. My holiday just became ten times worse, and I would probably have to turn the volume up at least three notches on my headphones.

"Mum, what has possessed you to think it would be alright to not tell me sooner?" I could tell I was pushing her limits, but I was annoyed. She hated when I talked back, in all honestly she wasn't the biggest fan of me speaking to her at all. At the moment though, I couldn't find it in me to care. My throat was raw from hacking up the expired yogurt Blaze had given me, and there was another teenage boy who would be staying at my house for a good two to three days.

"Don't use that tone with me Vanity Faith," she sneered, lips pursing as she stomped out of the bathroom I was currently cleaning myself up in. I decided to run a brush through my dark mane that you could call hair, and skillfully tied it up in a bun, flyways scattered about. My contacts were out, so my face was adorned with my dark brown framed glasses and makeup was lacking. I was wearing black leggings and an old shirt of Blaze's that reached mid thigh, and a blue sock on my right foot and an orange on my left. Optimum of comfort.