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Post by Thursday on Nov 18, 2006 20:45:13 GMT -5
The events of yesterday came flooding back. Chris and Sara and then...oh god. Me and Chris. I remembered him kissing me and his arms wrapped tight around my waist as he carried me upstairs and then in his room, our various articles of clothing flying off. My face began to heat up at the memory. Owen was asleep beside me. But not for long. "Owen! We're home!" a little girl called. It was his little sister, Lisa. I shook Owen awake. "What?" he asked groggily. "Your parents are home!"
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Post by Thursday on Nov 18, 2006 20:53:11 GMT -5
"Shit!" he exclaimed. "Yeah," I said. "My thoughts exactly." I jumped up forgetting for a second that I was completely stark naked and pulled the sheet around me. Owen was running around finding his various articles of clothing while I looked frantically around for mine. "Where are my clothes?" I asked him. He slapped a hand to his forehead. "They're downstairs!" "That's not good!" I hissed. He threw me a pair of his boxers and a tee-shirt. "These had better be clean! And where's my bra? I just saw it!" He laughed and rolled his eyes but looked around for it. "You'll just have to go out with it." "Owen!" Lisa called again. "She's coming!" I whispered. "How am I going to get out?" Owen ran to the window and pulled it open. "You have got to be kidding." "Sadly, no." Owen said suppressing a grin.
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Post by Thursday on Nov 18, 2006 20:59:08 GMT -5
"We're on the second floor!" "There's a lattice. I use it all the time." "Do you often sneak girls out of your room at the crack of dawn?" I asked suspiciously. He shook his head and smiled at me. "The things I do for you." I said and then swung one leg over the sill. I was almost out when he pulled me back and kissed me. "I'll see you later." he said and then kissed me one more time. A knock sound at his door. I hopped out the window and had barely moved away when I heard Lisa come barreling in. "Owen!"
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Post by Thursday on Nov 18, 2006 21:09:15 GMT -5
I was holding in giggles the whole time while I was attempting to climb down the lattice. I got halfway and fell the rest of the way to the ground. The very hard ground. "Ouch!" I screamed loudly and then slapped my hand over my mouth, hoping no one had heard me. I got up and ran as fast as I could to the end of the street. It wasn't very fast as I wasn't wearing a bra. Once I felt I was safe I slowed down and the reflected. It was still early. The sun had barely risen. And I was walking home in nothing but boxer shorts and a tee-shirt.
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Post by Thursday on Apr 15, 2007 0:17:05 GMT -5
I got home and jumped in the shower. The shower, I have discovered is a very good place to think. No one interrupts you(most of the time) and the water drowns out any other sounds so I am guaranteed at least 20 minutes of peace ( though it's 30 if I have to shave my legs). I definitely needed some time to think after my night with Owen. I didn't know exactly how to feel about it yet. I did know one thing: I didn't regret it. Not at all.
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Post by Thursday on Apr 15, 2007 0:21:10 GMT -5
I felt different and not in a dirty or gross way. But like I had passed a milestone or something. As I turned off the water and wrapped myself in my pink terrycloth robe, I wiped away the fog on the mirror and looked at my reflection. I even felt like I looked different. I had dark smudges under my eyes but I was glowing. Like I had had a late night. And enjoyed it very much.
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Post by Thursday on Apr 15, 2007 0:37:52 GMT -5
There was something else but I couldn't put my finger on it. I got dressed my favorite pair of jeans. The hole filled ones I affectionately called my "holy jeans" and walked downstairs. Much to my surprise I saw my mother sneaking in the front door. She was wearing the same clothes she was wearing yesterday and her hair was all over the place. It was sex hair. "Mom?" I asked in a horrified voice. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed and dropped her keys. "Oh, Anna. It's you." "Mom. Where were you?" I questioned suspiciously. "Well, I..." she started and then sighed. "I guess it's no use to try and hide the truth. I was with that man I told you about." "The pie guy?" "Yes, the pie guy. His name is Richard and he's very sweet." "Well..." was all I could say. It was so weird my mom and I had both done the walk of shame, not that I was telling her that. "I hope you used protection. I'm not ready for another sibling." was my witty retort. "Anna!" I laughed. "It's called a joke. You should try it sometime. So are you and this guy serious?" I asked as we both walked into the kitchen. "I'm not really sure. It's just been so long since I've done the whole dating thing. The situation with your father didn't help either." she said pouring herself some orange juice. "I'm just going to keep my options open. But please tell me if you have a problem with it. I don't want to date if you don't want me to." This was extremely laughable. "Mom! Of course we want you to date! You need someone!" I exclaimed. "I suppose," she mumbled. "Well how's Chris? I haven't seen him much lately." "Yeah, well..." I said slowly. "We aren't together anymore." "That's no surprise. I knew he was rubbish the moment I met him." I rolled my eyes. What a mom thing to say. "Yeah, I wish I had. He was cheating on me big time." "I'm so sorry Anna," she said and I knew she meant it. "Yeah me too. But I think I like someone else already. I mean I've been feeling it for a while. So the whole thing with Chris, I'm almost kind of glad it happened." "Owen?" my mom guessed. I spat out my own juice. "How did you know?" She laughed. "I've known you too would end up together since you two were in the sixth grade." "What? How?" I gaped. She smiled mysteriously. "Mothers know these things."
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Post by Thursday on Apr 15, 2007 0:40:33 GMT -5
After my encounter with my mother I definitely needed more time to think. With my shower already done I did the next best thing.
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Post by Thursday on Apr 15, 2007 0:52:56 GMT -5
Bookstores are surprisely soothing places. You walk in and no salespeople rush up to try and get you to buy something you don't need. They are smart and stay behind the counter knowing that you probably know exactly what you are looking for. No one trys to chat with you and the place is quiet. Like a library it's an unspoken rule that there should be no noise. The aisles are completely saturated with the smell of new books, like paper and ink. The shelves are tall and you can have complete privacy as you stroll, occassionally pulling out a book to read the back cover and maybe open it, listening to the creak of the uncracked spine. Huge overstuffed armchairs are tactfully placed so you can just sit back and relax or take a nap as I have seen some people do. Of course there's always a cafe to provide readers with coffee and overpriced pastries. But when I walk into a bookstore, these places are never my destination. Instead I head straight for the back. To the childrens section. There is always a special place just for the kids to play when their parents are shopping for the lastest Stephen King or the romance novel du jour. This is where I go.
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Post by Thursday on Apr 15, 2007 0:59:28 GMT -5
There's just something nostalgic and peaceful about the piles of blocks and toy trains and the joy on the little kids faces when they finally build the ulimate tower out of legos or whatever. And the brightly colored books, full of beautiful illustrations. Simple stories of bunnies and catepillars that just give me a happy feeling. It brings me back to a time before life got so confusing and hard and stressful. The walls are usually painted in some sort of mural. A jungle or a scene from a well known book. It's colorful and beautiful unlike the rest of the store which is basic retail store: white walls and shelves. That's what made me start reading when I was little. The wonder of it all. I wanted to know what lay in those pages of castles and forests and princesses and frogs.
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Post by Thursday on Apr 15, 2007 1:08:36 GMT -5
This was exactly where I went. I walked around slowly, drinking it all in. Peace and relaxation pouring into me with every breath. I smiled at the sight of two little girls fighting over a barbie then I pulled out one of my favorite childrens books, The Little Prince.
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Post by Thursday on Apr 15, 2007 1:14:21 GMT -5
I flipped straight to my favorite line. "On ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur, l'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux". It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. Heavy stuff for kids I know. But that was the beauty of it. It wasn't just for kids. I've often wondered what that really meant.
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Post by Thursday on Jan 2, 2008 2:17:42 GMT -5
As I was pondering this, I looked up and happened to see a very familiar little girl and a much more familiar not so little boy. "Anna!" screamed Lisa and I braced myself as she threw herself towards my middle and as little children are wont to do. I smiled helplessly at Owen over her. He smiled back but it seemed forced. My heart tightened. He thought I was whore. He regretted last night. Something was wrong. "I'm so glad to see you!" I exclaimed turning my attention back to Lisa. "You know they just put in a whole new collection of Barbie books!" "Really? Owen! Owen! Can I go see them?" Her blue eyes were twinkling with delight and I smiled at her youthful joy. "Sure, but stay close!" He bent down on one knee to look her in the eye. "Don't get in trouble!" "I won't" she yelled as she bounded happily off. I watched her skip away and then turned to find Owen looking at me. My cheeks felt flushed. "We need to talk," we both said at once and then laughed nervously. "But really," Owen said earnestly looking at me. "Somewhere private." I could almost feel my heart tearing a little at the tone of his voice. "Alright," I answered quietly. My voice sounded shakey, weak. He heard it and frowned a little. "It's not what you think," He said as he stepped closer to me. He glanced around. The area was filled with kids and their parents. He grabbed my arm, some what more forcefully than he needed to and pulled me to a quiet and empty asisle. He then proceeded to push me up against the books and kiss me quite thoroughly. I was breathless when he pulled away. He smiled. "I couldn't do that in front of Lisa. I'm going to pick you up at 5." He said. My lips felt bruised, but in a good way. "I'll be ready." But would I?
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Post by Thursday on Jan 2, 2008 2:32:54 GMT -5
I glanced in the mirror for probably the 20th time. My face was still flushed with beard burn from Owen's five o' clock shadow. My eyes were wide. I had a hickey just below my collarbone and a few in some other more interesting places. The butterflys in my stomach had started to play baseball. Why was I so nervous? It was just Owen. But just Owen had become so much more to me in the past few days. My heart raced at the thought of seeing him again. To feel his arms around me, his lips on mine. But the thought of what he might say scared the shit out of me. I hadn't wanted it to be awkward between us but it so obviously was. I know he liked me. But what I felt for him surpassed simple like. Crazy as it may seem I think I loved him. The doorbell sounded. I gave my hair and quick brush and walked to the door.
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