Chapter 8:
Beckinsile's Point of View
I wake up to rain pounding on the roof. I rub my eyes and almost fall back asleep to the slow rhythms of the rain. I would've succeeded had my alarm not continued to beep. I push the covers back and set my feet on the plush carpeting. I unbraid my hair and walk over to my dresser to find an outfit. I look in my drawers and pull out one of my cozy sweatshirts and a pair of leggings. Every time it rains I practically live in my sweatshirts and leggings. I go to my closet and pull out my beat up Vans. I put the outfit on and leave my hair down. Thanks to the braid I have waves instead of my usual tight curls. I apply a little mascara and give myself a once-over in the mirror. I make my bed ,unlike usual, and grab my bag.
The rain seems to have a slowing effect on our household. Everything and everyone seem to move in slow motion as if there's no reason to rush. All the rooms on the lower level have a gray tone and seem a little sad, even the rooms without windows. I walk into the kitchen and find that the rain has quite the opposite effect on my brothers. They're just as energetic as ever; I don't understand why though.
"Hey mom," I take out a bowl from the cabinet and fill it with cereal.
"Hey Becky," My mom has a small smile on her face and a mug of coffee in her hand.
Gabe and Nate have already claimed their seats at the breakfast bar by the time I have my breakfast. I take the only available seat which just so happens to be next to Gabe. I eat my cereal slowly. The room is quiet; the only sounds are the sounds of my slow chewing.
"We better get going," Gabe says as he and Nate stand up.
I stand up and follow them but Gabe blocks my way.
"Don't you want a ride from your boyfriend?" Gabe says a little too loudly.
"Becky, since when did you have a boyfriend?" The shock and excitement in my mother's voice is embarrassing.
"I do not!" I can feel myself blushing.
"Yes she does! I saw him give her a ride home twice yesterday." Nate has no innocence in his eyes; he's looking towards our mother, trying to gauge her reaction.
"Thanks a lot Tweedle-Dumb and Tweedle-Dumber. Remind me to murder you when I get home."
"With the look on mom's face, you may never want to leave the house again." Gabe snorts.
I turn around and find my mom literally beaming at me.
"Oh good grief," I mutter as my mom draws nearer to me.
"I'm so happy for you, Beckinsile. Tell me all about him." I can hear Nate and Gabe practically rolling on the floor laughing.
"I do not have a boyfriend!" I stomp my foot slightly and glare at Gabe.
I turn around and start shoving Nate and Gabe towards the side door.
"Becky, tell me all about your first..."
"Love you mom," I shout so I can avoid more embarrassing questions. It's too early in the morning for an awkward conversation with my mom about a boyfriend I do not have.
"Have you two never heard of keeping secrets? God knows I've kept enough of yours." I glare at Gabe as we get into his car.
"You're not actually mad at us are you?" Nate smirks as he slides into the backseat without a complaint.
"Yes I am you dorks. I didn't need mom or dad to know a guy gave me a ride home. Mom is exhibit A as to why our parents didn't need to know. Now she thinks I have a boyfriend and she'll never stop pestering me about him. You two better watch out; you've awoken the dragon and the dragon wants revenge." I cross my arms and stare straight ahead.
YOU ARE READING
Some Wounds Never Heal
Teen Fiction**Watty Honorable Mention/Undiscovered Gem** He lies awake in bed, thoughts of her still overpowering his brain. He wants her back lying next to him. He needs to feel her touch just one last time and maybe then he could move on. But that's not possi...
