Seaside // The Kooks
Monster // Lady GaGa
She Wolf // Shakira
i really quite like this chapter :)
What I can tell you today dear friend? Aside from all of the mushy, sappy romance things that are on the mind of a lover or a teenager whose in love. I can tell you that Jules and I know more things about one another then anybody in the world, he spends all of his time at my house with Grace, Aunt Cynthia, and me – hell he doesn’t want to leave half of the time – he holds me all the time, and he knows exactly what to say to soothe me, he puts me to sleep every single night with a story, God, he treats me like a queen. My love for him knows no bounds, and the only thing I regret is that my parents aren’t here to see me happy or to even meet Jules. Grace adores him and considers him to be like a brother to her and rarely leaves our side. At first I didn’t know how Jules would react to this but he loves it. I suppose being around a bunch of women gives him a great ego boost, but he just won’t admit it. Nothing will ever replace him, or make me change my mind about him. Why would it? I mean I’ve seen everything with him, I’ve always been with him and that’s not going to change. Goodbye for now my dear, dear friend.
-Your Sappy Teenager Friend,
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When you wake up in the morning what do you feel? I suppose it’s fatigue, annoyance because you can’t sleep longer, frustration, perhaps anger? But suppose when you wake up you get to see the person you loved right there next to you, fast asleep? Well I can say that it’s the best feeling in the world.
Lately I’ve been waking up earlier and earlier, I don’t exactly know why but I cherish that time when I’m the only person awake in my house. It’s also the only time I get to hold Jules when he’s sleeping, because you know how men are. They want it so that when you wake up your in their arms and so forth, but I feel really special when I wake up and I pull him to my chest and just hold him there, I like the way his warmth seeps into my skin and his delicious scent fills my lungs. It’s my favorite time of the day, save for twilight. And after a few minutes or so he always rolls over and hugs me tightly so that I still have the upper hand and holding him. Hah. I think our rolls have been switched. He used to be the one who was always up earlier then me and would watch me sleep and insist on playing with my hair – which is the most amazing feeling in the world, screw sex – I’m the one whose doing all of that. And I guess its because of how long we talk at night, reminiscing about the good old days and he’ll tell me all of these stories of where we’ve been and who’ve we met. It’s like a fairytale, really. I can’t imagine anything better, to be honest.
It was about 7ish when I began to hear movement in my sisters room, it slightly worried me because she’s rarely awake before noon these days. I looked up to find her in the doorway – we’ve begun to sleep with the doors open – wearing her pajamas still.
“You okay?” I mouthed.
She nodded as she tip toed over to the bed.
"Can we have a girl talk? We haven’t had one in months!”
I laughed quietly. “Alright go to the bathroom I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
She nodded and disappeared into my bathroom.
Gingerly I dislodged his arms from around me and got out of the bed. He groaned softly as I covered him up with sheets and then kissed his cheek and whispered: “I’m talking to Gracie in the bathroom, I’ll be back okay? You keep sleeping. I love you.”
Silently, I crept over to the bathroom and closed the door so that it was still open, so we could hear if anyone was coming. I smirked when I turned around she was already in the bathtub with our favorite blanket that our mom had given to us when we were children.
“He loves you so much.” Gracie whispered.
“I know.” I sighed dreamily. “I can’t imagine my life without him anymore, he’s become such a huge part of it.”
She smiled. “I hope he has a cousin.”
We dissolved into giggles at that.
“Oh Gracie-pooh you’ll find someone, I know you will.” I said reassuringly.
“But how do you know when you’ve found the one? I mean its not like in books or in the movies…”
“Of course not because movies are way to Hollywood and books are way to romantic. I mean everybody is so unbelievably different, so you can’t have the same kind of love for everyone. I guess the best advice I can give is that when you find your soul mate, lover, BF, prince charming, whatever you wanna call him or her, you’ll just know. I mean it’s a rather piece of vague advice but that’s the best I can do. You might have butterflies in your stomach, you might blush all the time, you might stutter, I have literally no clue. But all I know is that all he has to do is look at you and you’ll know that he loves you.”
“That’s it.” And then I laughed as I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the tiled wall. “I really can’t believe he’s mine…”
Grace smiled then.
“I think mommy and daddy sent him.” She said confidently as she stuck her chin out, just like the way mom used to do when she knew she was right.
“And they’ll send you one to.” I said holding her hand.
“Of course.” She nodded eagerly.
“I think I’m going to stay here and not go back to New York for school…I don’t want to leave.” I laughed.
Grace’s eyes lit up and then she hugged me fiercely.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!”
She chirped cheerfully in my ear as she held me so tightly I couldn’t breathe. “Wait until Auntie
I grinned. “I have all that I want and need here, why bother leaving?”
“That’s what I’ve been saying along!” She chirped.
“SHHHH!” I giggled like a love sick school girl.
“Besides you’ve never told me about the city!”
“What do you want to know?” I asked.
“Well its like your average city. There’s the really rich, the wannabes, the aspiring actors/artists/singers/dancers everything! There’s so many people there who speak so many different languages and they walk differently and its just the most amazing place to be…but when you’re alone its not fun, because you have no one to share it with. Okay yes everyone there is practically the size of a stick and have gorgeous clothes and are really arrogant and full of themselves but that’s what it is. If you want to get with the ‘in’ crowd there, you gotta be b.itch and you can’t let them see your hurt or let them see your weak because they can smell it on you. But if you just stick to your group of people your fine. The only thing I’m going to miss is sitting on the roof of the apartment building and watching the sun rise. That’s the only thing I’m going to miss about it all.” I sighed.
“Well we’re going to have to go see it!”
“After we’re done with high school.” I corrected.
She groaned and rolled her eyes.
“It’s the most boring thing EVER. I know everything and I’m ahead of them.” She whined.
“Well we’ll just drop out and ask Jules and Auntie to teach us.” I replied.
“Yes! I love that idea!” She giggled.
“Mmm do you want to come with me to the market? I mean this is the perfect time to go.” I said as I began to stretch.
“Okay!” Grace said with a smile as she jumped out of the bathroom and went to her room in hushed silence.
I laughed quietly as I hauled myself into a standing position and stepped out of the bathtub. I always loved these times, the times where I’d be talking to Grace in our bathtub, it was a like a knee jerk reaction, to be honest. I remember our mom was giving us a bath one night, I mean it had bubbles, rubber duckies, and toys – the works – and we were laughing hysterically at something when it started to thundering. And this was when we were about five-ish and we were SO scared, I mean we screamed and we started crying. So my took us out of the bathtub and told us to get dressed, in the mean while she set about draining the tub and drying it. She then got in it and told us to get in to. At first we thought she was crazy, but then she told us (as we were getting in) that when she was a little girl her and her sister used to get in the bathtub when they were scared, and they used to talk so they wouldn’t get even more scared. And ever since that bathtub conversation that’s what we do when we’re scared or when we just want to talk.
“Mmm so that’s how you feel about me.” Jules purred from the bed.
I went into ninja mode which made us both dissolve into laughter.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping.” I said as I put my hands on hips as I came to the bed.
He gave a mischievous smile as he reached out and tugged on my barely there t-shirt that actually belonged to him. “Come back to bed, and then I’ll sleep.”
“I can’t.” I said as I leaned over to kiss him, but of course he had other plans.
He pulled me down on top of him all the while keeping a firm – but gentle – grip on my face as he kissed me hungrily.
“Mmm yes you can.” He growled playfully, his hands sliding down my back.
“Jules!” I giggled. “I promised Gracie I’d go with her to the market.”
“She can wait.” He replied as he kissed my neck.
“Jules.” I said firmly, but he knew I wasn’t strong enough to just leave, and he loved taking advantage of that.
“Mmm fine.” He said. “But I demand to have you for the rest of the day afterwards.”
“Yes, you greedy little boy.” I said with a teasing smile.
“Good.” He purred as he draped an arm across his eyes.
He was going to watch me get dressed, I already knew this. “Keep your eyes closed.”
“Love, you saying that just makes me want to watch you.” He retorted, his mouth forming an delicious smirk. I rolled my eyes and changed, I could care less, I mean I have nothing to hide.
“Ready?” Gracie asked as she poked her head into the room.
“Yes dearie.” I said.
“Kiss.” Jules demanded.
I giggled as I pranced over to the bed and leaned over and kissed him on the mouth.
“You’re lucky I’m letting you go.”
“Yes, yes I know.” I laughed.
“Come on Sophie!” Gracie laughed as she stomped into the room and all but dragged me out.
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“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” Grace cooed as she linked arms with me and was gawking at all of the stunning flowers and cute boys with farmer tans.
“Grace please keep your mouth closed you are not a cod fish.” I teased.
Grace laughed. “That’s from Mary Poppins.”
“Well duh we watched that movie a million times.” I replied as we took our time walking up and down the street looking at everything.
“Can we go to that stall with all of the sweets?” Grace asked.
I laughed. “Of course, you know I have a major sweet tooth.”
“Ohmygod. I see purses!” Grace crowed as she sprinted over to the stall with dozens of purses.
The whole time we had been walking I had been acutely aware that someone was following us, OR we were being watched. Which was a feeling I absolutely hated, I just can’t stand it. But if I said anything to Grace about it, she’d start flipping out about and causing a scene, and yeah.
“Your sister is absolutely gorgeous, just like her twin.” A familiar voice said from beside me.
I flinched and looked over to find Devlin standing beside me. I took a step backwards and kept my eyes firmly planted on him.
“What do you want? Why are you here?” I snapped.
He smirked. “What can’t I just keep an eye on my baby brothers play toy and her awfully attractive sister?”
My eyes narrowed to slits.
“I am NOT a play toy, and keep your eyes off of my sister, thank you very much.” I all but growled.
“Relax kitten,” He said suddenly bored. “I want something.”
“Men always want something.” I retorted darkly.
Stay where you are and don’t look at me. I said quietly in Grace’s mind. Being twins was always good in these kind of situations. And so is being telepathic to.
He smiled darkly as he turned his whole torso towards me and took a step closer to me, only making me take a step backwards.
“Tell my brother time’s ticking.”
“That’s what you want?”
“No. I want you but that’s another story for another day. Tell him I want the ring.”
“He won’t give it to you.” I replied firmly.
“Oh yes he will if he wants to keep dad alive.”