“Sorry Myra but I can’t go down to the DMV with you today.” Jesse said. He was already dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and a white T-shirt. You could tell he just got out the show because water was dripping from the strands of his hair.
“Where are you going?” I asked sitting up in bed and ruding my eyes so my vision could get better.
“I got to go see my parole officer.” He said kissing my cheek and then sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing down at me. “Maybe we can go some other day.”
“Maybe, but what am I going to do while you’re gone?” I asked him. Now I was fully wake .if I went home, there would be nothing for me to do there and if I stayed here I don’t know what to do here too.
“I don’t know. But maybe you can stay here and wait for me to come back. I don’t want to you to go home.” He said seriously.
“Why?”
“Because when I come home I want to see you.” He said, making my cheeks turn a bright red. “Your cute when you blush.” He brought his hand up to my face and started stroking my cheek. His finger brushed my bottom lips and he seemed to freeze, but then he did it again and smiled. “You got soft lips.” He quickly pulled his hand away from my face and stood up walking to the other side of the room until he got to the door. “I’ll see you around two or three.”
He closed his room door behind him and seconds later his car started and faded out. He was going to kiss me again! Ugh! Why didn’t he. I know I wanted to but did he really want to? Of course he did! If he didn’t he would of never touched my lips like that. I pulled my hands up to my lips. I wonder how it would feel to kiss him.
Jesse doesn’t know what kind of effect he has on me. If it wasn’t for that damn ‘let’s be friends’ thing we agreed to, I could kiss him and truly show him how much I love and want him.
I slammed my head into my pillow and cursed at myself. I would feel embarrassed asking him if we could forget the just friends part go straight to the whole boyfriend and girlfriend type thing. He’ll probably say no, but then again there might be a good chance he’ll say yes….I hope.
I got out of Jesse bed and went straight to take a shower. But before I took a shower I went next door to get some close and a toothbrush. When I was in the shower keep thinking of him and when I came out the shower I was still thinking of him. Guess what I was thinking about when I eat breakfast and when I was watching T.V., yup you guessed it, Jesse.
Glancing over at the clock on the night stand, it read 1:44. He said that he would be home around two or three and I’m hoping he comes early. It’s not that I’m bored. It’s just because I want to see him again, I want to be with him and touch him. Ugh! Now I just sound like a prevent. But with Jesse how can’t you not be a prevent?
I decided to take a stroll around the house to take my mind off of things. I walked out of Jesse’s room and went to the room next door. It was unlocked and opened a crack to I pushed it open all the way and went in. The room was big but not as big as Jesse’s room. The walls were painted a light brown color and there was a king sized bed in the middle of the room. Across from the king sized bed was a flat screen T.V. that looks like it haven’t been touched in ages by all the dust that was forming on it.
The room was dark thought and I couldn’t find a light switch which was weird. Walling over to the windows I opened the Heavy brown curtain and the sun from the light filled the room. Turning around to look at the room again, you can defiantly say that it looks better with the curtains opened. That’s when I saw a piece of paper sticking out of the night stand.
I opened the draw and looked at the paper and saw that it was a letter. Before I could read it I debated on wither or not I should. Whatever the letter says isn’t my business and there forth I shouldn’t be reading it. Without a second thought I shoved the letter back into the draw and felt the room.
YOU ARE READING
Never Say Never
RomanceRegret is one of the most worst emotion that you could even have. Thinking If you never did this or did that thing would of been different. That's what Myra feels every day of her life is regret. She blames herself for her Parents death in a car ac...
