Memories

Memories: Chapter 19

“I’m coming!” I yelled to Jason from upstairs, scuffling to pull on my shoes and tie the worn out, white-to-gray laces. After accomplishing the task that any six-year-old to complete without difficulty in one try, I straightened out the leg of my grey jeans, checking to make sure the fly was up and the button buttoned.

            It had been a couple of days since my whole break-down-drama with Jason, and for the past two mornings, Jason had been picking me up in the morning to drop me to work, then he would either wait in the parking-lot for a while or suddenly become a costumer.

However, today was Monday, and I had gotten a little too used to my late shifts that I took over the weekend, accidently sleeping in a bit. Well, my alarm clock went off, but I still spent ten minutes in bed moaning and groaning to myself, until I realized—gasp, it’s a freaking school day.

How pleasant that is at six in the morning.

I took out a blue, pink, and darker blue plaid shirt, which I tucked into my jeans, pulling it out somewhat to give it that sort of look—you know?

Looking in the long mirror once to flatten down my fly-away hairs, I pulled once on my pony-tail to tighten it where it rested high on my head, and deeply inhaled once before slinging my bag over my shoulder, my hair messing up all over again. I trampled my way as gracefully as I could down the stairs, my heels clacking feverishly on the steps. Believe me, I was trying as hard as I possibly could to not be the quack I was a fall the rest of my way to my destination.

Although things would go a lot more quickly . . .

Skidding to a stop at the very bottom of the stairs, quickly grabbing onto the banister, I steadied myself before rushing out the house, keys in hand as I struggled to switch off the kitchen lights and head out. Your prince awaits you, I thought giddily, biting my lips down to hold back my own giggle.

Opening the door, I let out a startled gasp. You would have thought I’d have gotten used to the beautiful sight of him by now; alas, my eyes still did not prove worthy of him yet.

His alabaster skin glowed with a delight hum against the creeping morning rays from the sun, which rose with a ginger tenderness, and his irises were much similar to the previous dawn. His hair was disheveled, as though he had done nothing, nothing to it all, simply arose from his bed, stretched, and got in his car; but it still was the most beautiful head of hair I had ever seen.

Did he know what he did to me?

“Good morning,” He told me softly, leaning down towards me. His nose was just almost touching mine. It made it hard to breathe, but I spoke anyways. “Sorry, I woke up late this morning,” I began to tell him.

“Late?” He repeated. “5:45 A.M. is late? I just wonder what you figure early is.” He chuckled a bit, and his smile remained when he rubbed his nose against mine to calm my stubborn blush. “Ready to go?” He whispered against my cheek. I swallowed and nodded.

“Ready steady,” I told him, though the irony behind saying that was funny when I went to grab his forearm for support after he blew his sweet breath on my jaw.

I locked the door behind me, the warm buzz of his hand on my waist making it difficult for me to turn the key properly in one go. The feel of his gaze on me made it even worse, and finally, both to my fortune and misfortune, his hand slid around my body and did the job for me. I was torn between embarrassment and relief.

Of course, I was able to settle on the emotion of fluster when I felt his laugh in my ear. The sound rang down my ear drum, causing my insides to flip about and move around to places they weren’t supposed to be. It was just my luck that I would never fully get used to him and his . . . just his everything, that made my heart drop to my toes and back.