Muriel has had her life sculpted and figured out by her well-renowned defense attorney father since she was a child. His Moto: Head down, do your schoolwork, be the best, and always do the right thing.
But what happens when she catches her father wi...
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Age 15 Muriel Age 16
I love the Christmas Holiday. Not only because of Christmas and all the new shit I get, but because that means the Reazpoe's are here for two weeks. More specifically, Murry is here for two weeks.
This time of the year is always bitter sweet. We get them for two weeks before nine long months of nothing. All I get of Murry is our phone calls and constant messaging on our Myspace accounts, during those nine months which is like a sweet form of torture.
I'm fully aware my feelings for Murry are more than just on a friendship basis. Fucking hell, if it's possible she gets prettier and prettier everytime I see her. It's like I've been blessed with the most perfect girl, perfect looks, personality, smarts, this one has it all. But I can't touch. All I get is stolen looks of longing when I know no one is looking.
But all that is about to change. This holiday trip I'm going to tell her. They leave tomorrow, so she will have nine months to either get over it, accept it, or forget about it. Sure, this is a coward's way out, but the fact I'm growing the balls to admit it is good enough for me. It is terrifying yet empowering.
By this time next year, I'll be able to breathe and get this fucking shit off my chest. And who knows, maybe once I admit it outloud she might see me in a different light? It's highly unlikely but I can dream...
"Hey, Olls, could you run up and get Murry. Biscuits and popcorn is done and I'd like to get that photo of you lot in your Christmas pajamas before they're gone tomorrow." Mum asks wiping her dusted flour hands off on her apron. The smell of fresh biscuits fills the room of the kitchen making my mouth water with need.
"Sure, but I require payment." I say shuffling the warm fresh treats into my shirt I'm using as a bowl.
"Save some for the rest of you twit." Mum tries to scold me but the smile on her face shows how I can get away with anything. Just a little bat of my eyes or a pout of my lip and that woman gives me anything I want.
Too bad that doesn't work on other people...like a pretty red head, perhaps.
"He's a growing boy, Jane." Jolene, Murry and Gemma's mom, chimes in sipping from the large wine glass hiding a grin.
"He's a spoiled lad, that one." Mum interjects as I saunter out of the kitchen carrying my bounty of biscuits off as I go.
I pass the movie room where Gemma and Maggie are chatting, and I hear dad and Henry chuckling in the family room. I head upstairs and walk down the hall shoving two biscuits into my mouth at once and stop dead in my tracks at Murry's door.
Her door is cracked and she's wandering around in the room with a pencil in her mouth, a book held out before her face, and her free hand removing her socks and unbuttoning her jeans.
Bloody hell, look away.
My mouth full of biscuits is frozen mid chew as she pulls her jeans down her hips.
