Status: Complete.
Scribbles of a Broken Heart
House Visit (Part 1)
“And that’s what I did for midterms. I studied during the late hours of the night so I could get everything wrong the next day.”
“Was that hard for you?”
“Not so much hard as it was…” I struggled to find the appropriate word, “different. I mean, it isn’t every day you fill in the wrong bubble or misspell easy vocabulary words on purpose. My entire life before that was always about getting that A. But at that moment, everything was about getting that boy.”
Ms. Templeton nodded and her lips curled to the side as she made loops in her notebook. I wondered if she was actually going to read them over later; if they were that important in my case.
“Continue,” she said evenly.
I breathed in, “It was the twenty-third of December, and my report card would be in my mailbox the next day before five in the afternoon. I invited Garrett to my house since my parents and his were both at work.”
“A little reckless, don’t you think?”
“Probably. But I wanted him to see my room.”
Ms. Templeton’s eyebrows shot straight up.
I l looked myself over one last time.
‘Grey sweatpants—comfy, and makes my ass look great without seeming like I try too hard. Light green Aeropostale shirt—Lettering across the chest makes my boobs look just a tad bit bigger and makes my eyes a little brighter. White ankle socks, simple silver jewelry. And I’m having a good hair day. Everything will be fine,' I assured myself through my thoughts.
I reached for the house phone since my parents locked my cell in their vault for the Christmas break. From memory I dialed Garrett’s cell phone number and then looked out the window to make sure his mom’s car was out of the driveway.
“Hey baby.”
“Hey!” I smiled when I heard his voice, “The coast clear?”
“Yeah, my parents left about an hour ago and Stacey’s at a sleepover.”
“Sweet,” I grinned. “Be over here in two?”
“Definitely.”
“Oh, and come to the back door. And don’t be seen,” I added.
“Don’t worry,” he chuckled. “I’ll be there soon. I love you.”
Heat rose to the tops of my cheeks as I replied, “I love you too.”
I waited anxiously, my hand resting on the handle of the paneled door. Then I saw him jogging over to my patio. I stared—the morning sun of winter turned his hair the color of dark caramel—just short of mesmerized. And I hoped that tomorrow would make him all mine again.
I unlatched the lock and slid the door open, greeting Garrett with a grin.
“Hey, stranger.”
“Hey, beautiful,” he said before jumping the three steps to the threshold.
I shook my head, “You’re so corny.”
Garrett leaned in—his face above mine, and easily towering over me. “Is it still corny if it’s true?”
I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his head close. I glanced at his eyes before closing mine, then connected our lips softly. I knew it wasn’t smart to kiss in the near broad open, but I doubted Mrs. Ketmutt was eyeing the house from her window. I removed my lips from his and stood on tippy toes, pressing my mouth to his ear.
“Yes,” I whispered.
We pulled away from each other, staring in each other’s eyes with smiles across our faces.
I took his hand in mine and nudged my head over to the staircase, “Come on, I want you to see my room.”
“Was that hard for you?”
“Not so much hard as it was…” I struggled to find the appropriate word, “different. I mean, it isn’t every day you fill in the wrong bubble or misspell easy vocabulary words on purpose. My entire life before that was always about getting that A. But at that moment, everything was about getting that boy.”
Ms. Templeton nodded and her lips curled to the side as she made loops in her notebook. I wondered if she was actually going to read them over later; if they were that important in my case.
“Continue,” she said evenly.
I breathed in, “It was the twenty-third of December, and my report card would be in my mailbox the next day before five in the afternoon. I invited Garrett to my house since my parents and his were both at work.”
“A little reckless, don’t you think?”
“Probably. But I wanted him to see my room.”
Ms. Templeton’s eyebrows shot straight up.
I l looked myself over one last time.
‘Grey sweatpants—comfy, and makes my ass look great without seeming like I try too hard. Light green Aeropostale shirt—Lettering across the chest makes my boobs look just a tad bit bigger and makes my eyes a little brighter. White ankle socks, simple silver jewelry. And I’m having a good hair day. Everything will be fine,' I assured myself through my thoughts.
I reached for the house phone since my parents locked my cell in their vault for the Christmas break. From memory I dialed Garrett’s cell phone number and then looked out the window to make sure his mom’s car was out of the driveway.
“Hey baby.”
“Hey!” I smiled when I heard his voice, “The coast clear?”
“Yeah, my parents left about an hour ago and Stacey’s at a sleepover.”
“Sweet,” I grinned. “Be over here in two?”
“Definitely.”
“Oh, and come to the back door. And don’t be seen,” I added.
“Don’t worry,” he chuckled. “I’ll be there soon. I love you.”
Heat rose to the tops of my cheeks as I replied, “I love you too.”
I waited anxiously, my hand resting on the handle of the paneled door. Then I saw him jogging over to my patio. I stared—the morning sun of winter turned his hair the color of dark caramel—just short of mesmerized. And I hoped that tomorrow would make him all mine again.
I unlatched the lock and slid the door open, greeting Garrett with a grin.
“Hey, stranger.”
“Hey, beautiful,” he said before jumping the three steps to the threshold.
I shook my head, “You’re so corny.”
Garrett leaned in—his face above mine, and easily towering over me. “Is it still corny if it’s true?”
I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his head close. I glanced at his eyes before closing mine, then connected our lips softly. I knew it wasn’t smart to kiss in the near broad open, but I doubted Mrs. Ketmutt was eyeing the house from her window. I removed my lips from his and stood on tippy toes, pressing my mouth to his ear.
“Yes,” I whispered.
We pulled away from each other, staring in each other’s eyes with smiles across our faces.
I took his hand in mine and nudged my head over to the staircase, “Come on, I want you to see my room.”
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yeah, i know it's been a whilei've been busy times ten and had a little bit of writers' block. i didn't feel like writing this story anymore until recently. (lemme know what you think about it)
and yes, i know that this one is kind of short. but i wanted to post something so i broke this scene into two parts.
comments would be greatly loved, as always.
side note:
you might be wondering where this whole "i want you to see my room" thing is going, but even i don't know yet. there are two ideas floating in my head, but i don't know which path i want to lead the story down.
- jenni