The day ends and I walk to my uncle's house, my uncle is the type of person to have too much money to care about much. He's a crude humor type of man whom loves to indulging the little satisfaction of life called Materials. I am allowed to do whatever i wish in his summer house except for Sundays, because 'Sundays are the Lord's days' although we aren't at all religious. The house itself is considered a mansion constructed in 2009 under top security 24/7, 15 rooms, 5 stories tall, large rooms,with a backyard that is more like a valley than a backyard. The house is guarded by a metal gate, the butler resides there, always clean, always presentable, flawless. The butler, Rick is more like a regular member of the family rather than one to wait on you hand and foot.
I drop by and ask him if he has any condoms, he goes to the bathroom storage closet and hands we a box, asking me why I need them, rather than being a teenager, I tell Rick the truth, because I trust him. His advice is the advice of a God, he is never a parents or a child about any situation. My advice is that if i were to record that I'd be to illegal the lawyers could sense it halfway across the earth, there were very few loopholes to the situation but I could be extremely careful and only show people, their word against mine.
At that my heart sinks, I don't need a record especially with me being under the age of consent, as my mind fills with every possible way this could go wrong Ricks face turns worrysome. He plants a kiss on my forehead and walks away, more like sashay's away into a room farther down the hall, his homosexuality is not something that can be hidden easily, which makes him more adorable.
The Doorbell rings and my heart skips a beat, the intercom comes on and in a few minutes I hear Rick yell out " Josh's here" I yell at him to let him in. I hear the gate door buzz open. I instantly run upstairs into my closet and throw on a band t-shirt and shorts. I throw the box of condoms on the bed disregarding how desperate that might look.
I walk out onto my balcony and just stare out to the backyard valley as if i just hadn't nearly busted my ass trying to peel off the skinny jeans I had on that left all types of weird indented lines on my legs. Roxy, Jean, and Teeny, the dogs start barking and growling quite loudly. I notice a butterfly fluttering around there I'm standing, I'd remembered when i was a little girl my teacher once said if i ever spotted a butterfly to try to stick out my finger to have it land on it. I then trace the path to which the butterfly is flying pressing myself closer and closer to the balcony railing
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Teen FictionBeing a Senior in High School School isn't easy, especially for Stephanie, experience the sexy adventures faced my Stephanie and friends while they go through, brake ups, self discovery, family losses, and good-bye's