I wrote this all in less than a day on a sudden whim. I didn't really know where it was going until I was at the end. All I can say is that someone who everyone thought was gone for good is going to come back to town and cause trouble for everyone. I have big plans in store for this story. But if no one likes it, I'll finish it for me and my friends and not post it. PLEASE tell me what you think.
Love, love, love, aly.
Chapter One: Love Story
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Today had been another boring summer day. All i had been doing for the past month now was playing volleyball and soccer with my older brother Chris. But Chris had gone off to Mexico for a vacation with his friends so I was stuck at home with no one besides my parents. My best friend Hailey was in Arizona with her dad visiting her grandma. But tomorrow I had made plans to hang out with my other best friend Leighton. I changed into my pajamas and laid on my bed and started listening to my music.
I heard a noise from outside. It sounded like something was walking in the gravel. I paused my music and got closer to the window to hear better. There was a tap on my window. Then another.
"Kylie." I heard someone whisper. Why did that voice sound so familiar? I knew I had heard it somewhere before. I pulled back my curtain and and saw a face in the dark. I knew that face. My hands were shaking as I unlatched my window and opened it. Not from fear, but with disbelief. He was here, in my ROOM.
He climbed in and stood in front of me. "I have to talk to you."
I looked up at his green eyes that sparkled in the light from the moon. "Uh, sure." I said dumbly.
I didn't bother turning on the light, I didn't want anyone to know I was still awake.
"What did you want to talk about?" I asked him as I sat cross-legged on my bed. He got onto my bed and sat across from me on his legs. My heart sped up and I calmed myself down when I realized my hands were clenching the blanket.
"Well, I wouldn't really call it TALKING," he stated.
"Then what WOULD you call it?"
He leaned over to me and grabbed me by my legs. He dragged me towards him and placed either of my legs on the sides of him. He out his hands behind my back and pulled me up to him. I was sitting on his lap with my legs on his sides on the edge of my bed. I felt myself stop breathing and had to consciously remind myself.
"Um." I said quietly.
"Um?"
"W-what are you doing?"
"Well I thought that was pretty obvious."
"I-I know THAT. But why?" I asked him.
"I like you. A lot."
"Oh."
"Do you like ME?"
"Yeah."
He ran his hands down my back and found the bottom of my shirt and started lifting.
"Zeke."
"Yes?"
"I don't know about this."
"Listen, I'm not going to make you. If you don't want to, I'm fine with that."
"No I-I don't know. I need to think about it."
"I understand that."
He slid out from under me and walked into my bathroom since he couldn't walk into the hallway without waking up my parents.
I sat on my bed staring at my blanket. I was sure of a lot of things, but I was also confused. I knew I liked him, maybe even loved. I knew I wanted to continue what we had started, I was a fifteen year old hormone-crazed teenager. But I hadn't even known he liked me until three minutes ago. AND he was my best friend's brother, what would she think? I shook my head, I shouldn't care. He wasn't one of those slob guys or one of the jerks. he had always been nice around me and my friends, but some guys called him an asshole, they just didn't know him. All through the years I had been going to Hailey's house, I had to deal with seeing him hanging out with his girlfriends. I would watch him take them outside by the pool and start kissing them when I was twelve and I felt something like jealousy and heartbreak. He was only two and a half years older then me, he probably didn't like me at the time. Who would like a twelve year old? But at twelve, I also wasn't as pretty as I was now. I used to have frizzed out auburn hair, was a little chunky, had crooked teeth and some acne. But now I had played sports and my cousin said that since I was a vegetarian, if I started eating healthier foods, she guaranteed it would get rid of my acne and I would get stronger and thinner. After hard work of both of those, I noticed the changes. I looked in the mirror everyday and came close to tears, realizing I wouldn't get made fun of anymore. That's when I started getting a higher self-esteem. I bought an InStyler and make-up and took to work the first day of ninth grade. When I arrived, no one recognized me, and when they did they were almost as happy as me. Happy FOR me. Then I started getting asked out. I didn't even know half of them, and the others hung out with people I didn't like. So I said no to them all. I knew that the best guys who really DID like you, probably wouldn't ask you straight up. So now here I was in my bedroom with the guy I had been falling for for almost four years.
I made me decision. I got up and took off my socks and took my hair out of my ponytail. I was still in my pajama shorts and tank top, he had climbed through my window at twelve and it was now one. I was happy my parents went to bed at ten.
I made my way across the room and opened the bathroom door. He was sitting on the closed toilet seat with his head in his hands. He looked up at me, expectant.
I walked over to him and sat on his lap. That was when a smile broke across his face and he started kissing my lips and cheeks. I put a finger to his lips and he pulled away. He was confused.
"One thing: not here," I whispered.
"Where?"
"I don't know. Somewhere empty and away from my house. Not taking any chances with the parents."
He pursed his lips and ran his hand up and down my arm. After a minute he looked up at me.
"I know somewhere."
I jumped off him and he went back into my room to put on his shoes. I followed and put on my flip-flops and grabbed a jacket.
My bedroom was on the first and only floor of my house so it was easy to get out, but the sill was five feet above the ground so Zeke had to help me. We ran hand-in-hand through the wet grass and down the street to his car. He picked me up and set me in the passengers seat of his truck. He got in and started it.
"Where are we going?" I asked him as we pulled off the street my house was on.
"A pace I went to as a kid. It's always empty at night, but that's when it's most amazing." He smiled at me.
I couldn't think of anywhere. But I decided to ask him a question that had been bugging me. "How long have you liked me?"
He didn't answer for a moment. "A little while."
"How long is a little while."
"Almost a year."
I thought about when that was. That was only a few months after I had returned to school pretty. Then I started questioning things I really didn't want to.
"So, not when I hung out at your house?"
He didn't answer.
Then something clicked in my head. Anger and confusion flooded through me and my heart felt like it had been set aflame.
"Stop the car," I said calmly.
"What?"
"Stop!"
He pulled over into gravel. I opened my door and jumped down and started walking in the general direction of my house. I felt hands come around my waist and spin me around. I was facing Zeke with a furious expression.
"What did I do?" he asked apologetically.
"You lied!"
"What?! What did I lie about?"
"You only like me now that I'm fuckin' pretty! You're just another guy who wants to get in my pants!"
Realization appeared in his eyes. "No! No! I just, I didn't really NOTICE you until then. When I did, I noticed how much I liked you. I really DO like you. I just didn't before because I didn't know you. AS I said before: I like you, a lot."
I still didn't know what to think. His explanation sounded believable, but also too good to be true. But I still liked him, way more than I should at this point. So, I was probably a little too forgiving. I nodded and he hugged me. I laid my head on his shoulder while his grip around my waist tightened. He walked me back to his truck slowly and we continued driving.
"I'm sorry I blew up at you like that."
"It's not your fault. I should have explained myself before you thought those things."
"I've just been sensitive around guys since my-transformation?"
"Yeah, I guess that's a good word for it." He nodded.
I kept quiet and my thoughts went back to when I had been thirteen and staying at Hailey's house since my parents were out of town and it was the only way I could have stayed and went to the school dance that night.
I remembered waking up in the middle of the night and going downstairs from her room to get a glass of water. As I was passing the livingroom I saw something moving on the couch. AS I got closer I could see it was Zeke and another one of his girlfriends. I had quickly gotten out of the room before either of them noticed me and ran back up to Hailey's room, no longer thirsty. But that memory brought up another question.
"Have you ever done this before?"
"Done what?" he looked over at me.
"Had sex," I said flatly. Since I changed, I wasn't scared about talking about my period with my mother or sex with my father. It had made me feel confident and unashamed. Don't get me wrong, I didn't start wearing skimpy outifts, but I did start wearing shorter shorts and skirts, tank tops and bikinis. These were the things that I had been missing out on most of my life and I was excited to be able to find cute clothes in my size. I had gone from a size 16 jeans to a nine.
"No! What kind of guy do you take me for?" He didn't sound mad, but like I was crazy for asking.
"Well, I just- a few years ago the night of the Wilson dance, I saw you, on top of some girl."
"That," he said in a disgusted voice, "Was Melissa. She was terrible. All I wanted to do was make-out. She kept pulling me on top of her and trying to unbuckle my belt. Later when I had had enough, I told her to get out. We haven't talked since then."
"Oh." For some reason I wanted to laugh.
"We're here," he announced happily.
I looked out the window into darkness. "Where is HERE?" I asked him.
He laughed quietly. "The old town square, before they built the new one by Forney Street. It's not much now, but I have to go do something first."
He came around and lifted me out and made a motion to stay where I was. He ran off and I stood there with my hand in my jacket pocket. I hadn't needed my jacket, it was probably sixty-five or seventy degrees out. Summer nights were always better than summer days. Lights came on around me and I looked at them.
There was a small water fountain in the shape of a dolphin spitting out water that flashed colors every few seconds. I was on tiled brick and there were benches around me. The lights weren't bright but cast a dim glow everywhere. They were coming from small lights in the ground likes the ones I had seen at Disneyland.
Zeke came running back to me. "Amazing, eh?"
"Yes!" He walked around me and pulled a thick blanket from the backseat of his truck and laid it on the ground a few feet in front of us. Instead I walked past it and sat on one of the benches. To be honest, the wooden benches looked more comfortable than a blanket on hard ground. Zeke sat down next to me and put a hand on my leg. I turned toward him and shifted so I was sitting on on top of him and looking him in the face. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he brought his mouth to mine. He started pushing me down. I laid on the bench while he continues kissing his way down my neck.
This was what I had fantasized since I was thirteen. This was what I wanted. It was almost exactly how I had pictured it. I used to picture us in our own house on the beach, but this worked, too. I still didn't know if I loved him or not. I liked him so much that I THOUGHT I loved him, but could I be sure? And what if he didn't love me back? Wait, he hasn't even asked me out yet! His kisses made me forget all those worries and made explosions in my head and body.
This time I let him slide my tank top over my head and I did the same with his white T-shirt. He put his hands down my shorts and ran them down my legs so the shorts came off. I started taking off his belt and pants while he was busy with my bra clasp. We tossed the clothes and he started kissing me down my body. But then he stopped.
I looked at him in confusion.
"Now I have a question. Have YOU ever done it?" He looked me in the eye while his hands were around my ribs.
"No! Never. Why?"
"well, I thought that if it was both of our first times, then it would be more special."
I just stared at him. He was SO sweet. I couldn't believe I had missed out on him all this time. I put my hands on the back of his head and pulled him back down to kiss him. That was when I felt it make its way inside me, which only made me more eager to keep going. It was the most enjoyable pain I had ever experienced. It was the ONLY enjoyable pain I had experienced.
It had gone on for hours before he pulled away and brought me down to the ground and under the blanket. By this point, I didn't care about the uncomfortableness. I kissed his chest and up to his lips while he ran his hand down my body. This had been the night I had been dreaming of since I had become sexually attracted to him.