You're My Backbone

I knocked on the storm door lightly, and anxiously waited, twitching and biting down on my lip. I was also doing this sort of jumping motion thing. I was on my toes waiting for him to answer the door. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to imagine him. I really really needed the boy right now. It had been two solid weeks since we had any type of alone time, and I was about to explode.

Finally, the door cracked open and he peered threw.

"Oh thank god." He said under his breath as he opened the door wide.

He quickly rushed a hand out to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me inside eagerly. He shut the door by reaching over my shoulder.

I was already extending my arms over his shoulders, and I found myself jump up on him and wrapped my legs around his waist. He held me up as our lips met anxiously. He backed up into the living room, our lips and bodies still attached. We stayed in that position for some time before falling back onto his couch. I straddled his waist and kissed down his neck. He then returned the favor and began to suck on my neck. My eyes widened at this, but I couldn't help myself. A small moan escaped my lips and I shut my eyes, relaxing and soaking into his body.

Finally, the two of us chilled out. I moved to the side of him and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I laid my head down on his shoulder, snuggling in closer to him. I inhaled his scent and found myself ten times more calm than I was about an hour ago.

"God, I really needed that. I missed you so much. It was like you were there, yet you weren't." Garrett's eyes were closed and his head was turned upward to the ceiling.

I stared at this boy in complete awe and admiration. I already knew I was far too fascinated with him, but still, I found myself adoring him more and more.

Everything about him amazed me. It was stupid, little things too; like his obsession with zombies, or his dedication to The Maine. He could go on and on about movies, even ones that weren't about zombies. I also loved how he dressed the way he wanted to. Sure, like most boys he occasionally wore his hoodie, a t-shirt and jeans, but on other days, like to today for instance, he wore and blue-flannel type shirt with his thick framed glasses. His hair was always a mess, which I hated at first, but learned, no not learned, I actually loved it after awhile.

"I agree with you completely." I spoke in a quiet tone.

"It was a nice surprise." He peered over and me and grinned lightly.

I smiled easily at him, biting my lip. "I took my only chance." After several moments I let out a sigh.

Garrett leaned on his side so that our torsos both met. I noticed my entire body pressed up against him, including, my, um... yeah. I blushed and looked down.

Garrett hadn't seemed to notice. Instead he asked, "Where's John?"

I knew this question was coming, and I was quite annoyed with it, but I understood Garrett's concerned.

"He had to stay after school for some tutoring."

"And your Mom?"

"Errands. And then she's got a doctor's appointment. I'm in the clear." I smiled up at him.

He smiled back faintly, but I knew he was still worried. He was getting anxious about the whole matter. He wanted to tell John.

"What about your Dad?"

I shrugged. "Work. He doesn't care anyway."

Garrett couldn't object to this; he and I both knew that. He nodded his head. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask you this for awhile. Do your brothers know yet?"

I shook my head. "I want to tell Ross, but I'm afraid his big mouth would get us in trouble. I mean, his intentions are well, but you know.... And Shane, well, Shane is trouble. I'd rather them find out when John does."

"Which is....?" Garrett raised his eyebrows.

I sat up in my seat and huffed. "I don't know Gare, okay?"

"Hey, hey," He soothed and sat up with me, placing both his hands gently on my shoulders." "I'm sorry June, it's just that, I don't want to hide this. John is important to you, and you're important to him."

"I know," I nodded my head. "It's just stressful. We need to plan this wisely."

"Oh, I know." He leaned back against the couch and rubbed his eyes, his fist pushing up his glasses in the process.

I smiled at this and he noticed. "What?" He asked, a smile forming on his lips.

"Oh, nothing." I brushed it off.

"No! Tell me!" He ordered playfully.

I giggled lightly. "You're cute, you know that?"

He blushed lightly, which caused me to blush. We really should get this problem checked out by a doctor or something.

I leaned over and kissed his heated cheek lightly.

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"Wake up!" Ross flung my bedroom door open, exposing the bright light of the hallway into y dark, dim and sanctuary of a room. I groaned and threw the covers over my head, sinking into my bed.

I rubbed my eyes awake. "Why?" I groaned, remembering that it was a Saturday.

"John's friends are over and they want you to come to their band practice."

I popped right out of my bed. "Okay, thanks." I rushed my younger brother out of the room. "Tell them I'll be right down!"

"Will do." Ross said, walking down the hall.

I rushed to my closet and grabbed a pair of denim jeans, my favorite brown, rustic cowboy boots, and a maroon and white striped shirt with sleeves that went down to about my forearms.

I rushed down the stairs after applying the limited amount of mascara and eyeliner. I ran a hand threw my hair and plopped down into the foyer after the last step.

"Where do you think you're going?" A voice that belonged to my mother sounded from behind me.

The guys in front of me, hid their frowns and looked away. I sighed heavily and turned around. "They invited me to their band practice."

My mother folded her arms over her chest, "Can I talk to you in the kitchen?" She asked, but we both knew it was more of a demand.

I rolled my eyes before following her into the white tiled kitchen.

"Darling, what are you doing? Why do you want to go to that band practice with those boys?"

"They're my friends, mom." I looked at her, wide eyed.

"Oh please," She huffed and rolled her eyes. "Since when?"

"Well," I began, "if you payed attention to anything you would know I've been hanging out with them for about the five month we have been here. "

"What?" My mother asked, articulating the sing-syllable word so well.

"I'm friends with them mom. I like them; they're nice to me. And I'm going to go now." I started to walk out of the kitchen.

"No you aren't."

I shook my head and turned around to face her once more. "Honestly Mom? You know that I've been to hell and back, especially when it comes to friends. I've finally found a group that appreciates me and likes me. And I like them back. So what if they're boys? They're nicer than any girls that I've ever hung out with."

I started out of the room and met up with the guys outside, leaving my mother inside, speechless.

Before I met up with the group of guys, John stepped in front of me. His eyes darted to my neck and then to my eyes.

"What?' I asked.

He pointed to a place on his neck.

I cocked an eyebrow and he sighed. He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to his pickup. He placed me in front of the rearview mirror to a place on my neck.

There, on my neck, was a giant, the size of freaking Arizona itself, hickey. My eyes popped and I stood there, just as speechless as my mother was moments before.

John spun me back around and I caught a glimpse of the guys in back of him, all shock and fearfulness written across their faces.

"We need to talk."