Edited
—(Dedicated to Sam)—
5 Years Ago
"Hurry up and get out of the bathroom, Thor!" I scream at the bathroom door. My older brother, Thor, is taking forever in the bathroom. I hear him laughing on the other side of the door. "It's not funny! Hurry up and open the fucking door!"
The white bathroom door swings open. "Mom and dad wouldn't like hearing you swear now, would they?" Thor smirks at me. He is dripping wet. His intimidating six foot frame towers over me. We are a naturally tall family - I am 5"9, but Thor is 6"4.
"Who gives a fuck what they think. And, you swear all the time." I suppress my giggle and fake anger.
"Maybe... but I am 19 years old, and you, little Boo, are only 16." He leans against the side of the bathroom door archway.
"That's only 3 fucking years!" I laugh.
"I didn't realise you could to Math. Did it hurt?" He laughs and I stick out my tongue. I make a move to push pass him and enter the bathroom, but he blocks me and crosses his arms. "I'm still using the bathroom, Boo. Wait your turn."
"It's twenty past seven! My turn was twenty fucking minutes ago." I pause and watch him chuckle. Then it hits me, "Are you using my fucking towel?"
"No. I don't believe you own a towel that can fuck." He smirks.
"Don't get smart with me. Now move!" He moves forward, arms outstretched. "I don't think so." I duck under his arm and enter the bathroom. I slam the door shut and lock it. "Ass hole" I shout through the door.
I hear him chuckle, "Love you!" He shouts back.
"Yeah, yeah, love you too." I giggle.
I love my older brother to pieces. He is very protective over me. Every time I got a boyfriend, he would have to approve - otherwise... shit went down. He is always there for the heartache after. He has approved of Logan... so all is good. Probably 'cause he is best mates with his older brother. Logan and I have been dating for a year and a half. I am seriously in love with him, and I know he feels the same.
I walk over to the shower and turn it on. I walk over to the cupboard to get a spare towel. None. That bastard! He knew there was none, so took mine. I'll get him later. I groan and take my mom's towel. I strip out of my Tigger pyjamas. I hop in the shower and let the warm water patter on my skin. I wash myself, but not my hair. I had planned to, but thanks to a certain big brother, I don't have time.
I jump out of the shower and dry off. I wrap the towel around me and walk over to the sink. I look for my toothbrush amongst the others. I had a Monsters Inc. toothbrush. Oh the irony. I brush my teeth and put it back. I skip out of the bathroom and down the wooden floor hall way and to my bedroom.
I speed against time to get my school clothes on in my huge, but messy room. I look at the clock, 7:39am. I have five minutes till breakfast. I pull my hair into a messy bun. I hurry and put my school uniform on: a black pencil skirt; a fitted short sleeved shirt; the most boring tie in the world and a plain black blazer with the school logo on the breast pocket. I put on my black knee length socks and rush down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Good morning Boo." My dad chimes and places the pile of pancakes in the middle of the table.
"Morning daddy." I smile and sit down at the table. Thor is sitting across from me. I kick him and he grunts. He shoots me a fake evil stare, and then we both start laughing.
"Worning Boo!" I hear a little voice. My little brother struggles to pull out the chair next to me, so I help him. He then sits next to me and smiles at me, then turns to Thor. "Worning Thor."
Thor chuckles. "Good morning Nemo."
In case you haven't noticed, our parents named us after characters from their favourite films: Thor, Monsters Inc. and Finding Nemo.
"Alright guys! Tuck in." My mom sings as she sits between Nemo and my dad. "Did everyone sleep well?"
~
After an uneventful breakfast, I persuade Thor to drive me to school. He pulls up outside the huge modern looking building and I jump out. I thank him and walk into school. I head straight to my locker. I pull out my locker key and open my locker. I am then attacked from behind.
"Hi Boo!" I hear Lexie - my best friend - shout from behind me. I laugh and turn around to hug her.
"Hi Lexie." I smile at her. "Did you do your homework?"
"Urm... you know how much you love me? Well... I was thinking if you just put my name on yours and say we worked together." Lexie gives me a huge grin.
"Fine, but this is the last time. Okay?"
"Yeah, yeah." She dismisses. I take out the books I need and shut my locker. I walk over to the tables that are in the corridor and put my books in my bag. I then feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist.
"Mmm... I missed you." Logan mumbles in the crook of my neck and he hugs me tighter from behind. I smile and turn around to face him.
"I missed you too." I say with a huge smile, and he chuckles. "Don't get grounded again, okay? I had to suffer the whole weekend without you." I pout.
He kisses my nose. "No promises." He whispers and I giggle. He had been grounded after taking me to the cinema without permission and not coming home till late.
Logan Funderburk is my boyfriend, and I am hopelessly in love with him. He is 16, like me, but is 3 months older. He is tall - 6"2 - and has enhancing ocean blue eyes. He has a strong jaw line that is cleanly shaved; dark chocolate hair; nice plump kissable lips and skin that has been touched by the sun. He also has his bottom lip pierced on the right side.
"Stop with the cuteness already! I'm gonna vomit." Lexie moans and Logan breaks eye contact with me to look at her.
"Good to see you too, Lexie." Logan chuckles. "And you would have to shoot me in the fucking head before I stop being cute with this girl." I giggle at Logan and look at Lexie.
"That can be arranged." Lexie laughs and makes a gun with her fingers. She fake shoots him and Logan fakes a wound to the heart. People in the corridor are looking at us like crazy people. "Aha! I win. No more cuteness." Logan chuckles then turns and faces me. Before I could respond, his lips are on mine in a slow and passionate kiss. His tongue slips into mine and explores my mouth as if he hasn't before. "Ahh! I said no more!" Lexie groans.
"Funderburk. Anderson." We hear a teacher snap and Logan pulls away.
"Sorry Sir." Logan fakes an apology, and the teacher walks away.
"I won... I said no more cuteness." Lexie starts.
"I was being a ghost, one that still wants to be cute." Logan laughs when Lexie looks defeated. She sticks out her tongue and walks down the corridor. We laugh and follow after her. School doesn't start for another 15 minutes, so we go and sit in our spot.
We walk down the corridor and enter the art class room. No really comes in here. Art lessons, for the select few that took it, is on a Wednesday - periods 3 and 4. I go in and sit on one of the tables. Logan then moves to stand between my legs and places his hands on my hips. The door then opens and Jez walks in. "Hey guys!" He says.
We grumble 'hi' back. He drops his stuff on the floor and sits on a table. He makes conversation with Lexie and I look back at Logan. He looks deep in thought: his eyebrows are knitted together and he looks slightly hot. "What's wrong Logi?" I say concerned. He doesn't reply. "Logi?" No answer. "Logan." I say a little more sternly.
"Mm?" His eyes find mine.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
"You can tell me." I say softly. He shakes his head and sighs, resting his head in the crook of my neck.
"I can't tell you now, but you'll need to know." He whispers. He sounds pained. I move back and he lifts his head. I hold his face in my hands and softly peck his lips.
"That's fine. You take your time, okay?" I say and look into his eyes. He looks sad and pained by something. He nods then closes his eyes. He then opens them and smiles at me.
"I love you." He whispers.
"I love you too."
~
The week goes by smoothly. It's Friday now. Logan requested that I come and talk to him after his basketball game. I sit in the court and watch as he plays. He dribbles down the court then passes to Jez who shoots. They play a little longer, until Jez double dribbles.
"Jeremy! How many times do I have to tell you to not to stop dribbling? If you do, you need to pass!" Coach Johnson roars at Jez. I suppress my giggle when Jez starts cursing under his breath. Logan goes over and pats him on the back - clearly amused too. "Alright team. Let's wrap this up."
The team then forms a single file line facing the net. They have one shot then they are off. The last person gets some kind of reward.
When it gets to Jez's turn he shoots and scores. So does Logan. They line then goes for a round two, and Jez and Logan shoot and score again. It is then down to Jez, Logan and another boy. Jez scores, but Logan misses. The other the boy then misses as well, meaning that Jez won.
Jez ran off with his fists in the air and Logan follows. After about 10 minutes, I see Logan walking up to. He is just in his basketball shorts... no shirt. He had a towel draped over his shoulder. I can't help but admire his recently showered body. "Logi bear! You were great!" I chime and stand up.
"Thanks Boo-tiful." He smiles and pulls me into a hug. He then leans down and starts to move his lips against mine. "I love you." He tells me between kisses.
"I love you too." I return, smiling.
After a few minutes of heated kissing, I pull away for air. I smile at him, and he forces one back. What's wrong with him? He sits down and pulls me onto his lap. "Boo. I-I..." He pauses and looks away. "I'm leaving." He breathes out a painful whisper.
"What?" I gasp. He looks me in the eye and I can see the pain and sorrow. "What do you mean you're leaving?" I shake my head, trying to fight my tears.
"My father got a job in America-" He starts.
"You're leaving the country!" I gasp and shake my head in disbelieve. I fail to keep my tears in. Logan kisses my tears away and I can see he is fighting his back. "No. No you can't leave! I love you! No, no. Logan you can't" I beg him.
"I must. My mother got a job there too, and I have been accepted onto a basketball scholarship there. My brother has been accepted onto a business degree also." He whispers. He clenches his jaw as a lone tear rolls down his cheek. "I leave on Sunday."
"What!" I can't hide my hurt, "And you're telling me now? How long have you known?"
"I found out two months ago." He pauses to look at me. His hold on my waist tightens, and he chokes back a sob. "I-I tried to protest but my father said they couldn't just refuse the job. I said I'd stay while they left, but... My father had already entered me for the scholarship and told me I had already been accepted. He said it wasn't something that should just be thrown away.
Boo... you know how much I've tried to get a scholarship over here. I got refused. But this one in America... legends have been trained there." He closes his eyes as more tears flow. I'm crying hysterically.
"But I-I love you. I don't want you to go." I sob.
"I know. I love you too. I always will." He kisses my hair as I rest my head on his naked chest.
"We'll stay in touch though?" I ask, hopeful.
"Yes." He answers, as if it were a stupid question to ask. "And I'm sorry I won't be here to take you to prom, or when you get your results." I shake my head, dismissing it as I cry more. "I want to be with you Boo. I really do." He looks down at me sincerely. "I will wait for you Boo."
I look up at him and smile lovingly, "I'll wait for you, too."
He lets out a small sad laugh. "I love you so much." He stops and pulls something out of his pocket. "This..."He hands me an envelope. "This is a list of all the things we will do together. When I come home."
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Hey! So here is the first chapter! I hoped you liked it. It was nice and long! Please give this story a chance :)
The next chapter will be set in present time.
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