As soon as I open the door, her lips touch mine, and my hands naturally fall to the small of her back
Jared had once again set Alex up with an anorexic freak who didn't know the meaning of natural beauty. He was sure the girl hadn't spent more than five minutes out of the ladies restroom, but whether she was puking or re-applying make-up in there, well, he didn't really want to know, nor really care at this point.
Reaching into the tux pocket, he pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Having both parents and all four grandparents being avid smokers, it was only natural that he had picked it up at a young age. He stuck the cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and inhaled. For some reason, he found smoking to be somewhat cleansing and calming.
A car pulled into the parking lot, and he immediately put out the stick, worried that it might be a teacher. He of course swore when he saw that it was the little know-it-all from his chemistry class and her date getting out. He couldn't believe that Sam had a date, but at the same time, he was pissed that the guy didn't have the sense to open the car door for her. Despite his obvious rudeness, not even offering to walk her into Prom arm-in-arm, and going as far as to refuse her advancement, she seemed really happy. She didn't look to bad either in his opinion. The girl actually bore some meat on her body, for one thing, and actually looked like a human instead of a goddess. Her bland brown hair had been swooped up into a wavy pony, and her swooped bangs framed her oval face in soft ringlets. Her eyelids held just enough golden shimmer to help her light blue eyes gain some more color. From what he could tell, it looked like she hadn't even bothered with foundation, but had brushed the smallest amount of blush across her cheeks. The strapless dress could have been custom-made, the way that the dark-blue fabric hugged her chest, caressed her waist, and naturally fell away from the body at the hips.
Alex wasn't sure what he was more ashamed of at that moment: letting his mother and sisters drag him off too often to shop or noticing that much about the girl that was a year younger. His smile fell as he noticed that he had started smiling at how beautiful she looked.
Her lips continue to tenderly press against mine; I don't want to pull away from her
"Oh, crap," the guy said, checking his pockets about two yards from the door. "I forgot my wallet in the car. Be back in one second." And he starts to jog to the car.
At this point, Alex gained Sam's attention. "How are you?" she asks politely.
I'm doing fine, thanks." He replies. "Are
are you going out with him?"
She started to blush. "Oh? Chris? No
. we hardly ever talk. I don't know why he even asked me to come to prom with him." She started to giggle. "I can't even believe that he asked me to prom. I've never been asked out on a date before." Alex could see all the different shadows of boys sneaking up, but he kept his mouth silent. Sam looked around Alex for a couple of seconds before she asked, "Where's your date?" Chris had seemed to retrieve his wallet and walking back.
she's in the bathroom, you know
doing girls stuff?" he said, his face grimacing at the thought of his blind date.
"Oh, I see." She replies. The conversation drops as she starts rubbing her arm. Alex looks at Chris, to catch a glimpse at Chris's wallet, which just happened to be a round, red fruit. And the fruit was being lightly tossed in the air, as is if he was ready to throw it.
Eyes darting, he noticed all the other shadows had moved into attack position, and before he could say anything, one of the tomatoes hit Sam's back.
I spin her around, our mouths never pulling apart
Without thinking, Alex stormed into the area of flying tomatoes, shoved Sam out of their range, and punched Chris in the face.
"What are you thinking?!" Alex yelled. "You incredibly rude, selfish, immature, worthless slug! Get out of here, and take you passé with you. Go on, SCRAM!"
The group immediately piled into various cars and sped off. Alex didn't move from his spot until the headlights disappeared, even though Sam was crying. Only after he knew they weren't coming back did he turn around and crouch down to Sam. Tenderly, he wiped a tear away from her cheek. "I'm so sorry about that. I didn't see it coming until that last second. And sorry about pushing you, I just wanted to get you out of there." She just gives a weak smile, and sniffs loudly. "Look, my family, they're half Italian, they know how to get tomato out of anything. Let's get you over to my place and clean up your dress, okay?" he held out his hand for her.
She smiled, and took his hand. And, like a true gentleman, he led her to his car.
With quick foot movement, I close the door and allow my hands to wonder up and down her back, caressing every inch of it
It had been nearly a year since Alex had seen Sam. Shortly after prom, she had taken her class finals and transferred out of the school they had attended together. He couldn't blame her either, with what had happened that night.
As much as he loved his loud family, there was no way he would be able to do homework at the crammed condo, so he was bent over his physics homework at the public library. He was trying to hurry through it as fast as he could, as his older siblings were home for spring break, but he just couldn't understand what he was reading.
"Hey Alex," a voice said, and someone took the seat next to him.
Startled, he looked up from his textbook. Of all the people that came and talked to him, it was the girl he probably knew he needed most: Sam.
He couldn't help but smile. "Hey, how are you doing? I haven't seen you for a while."
She chuckled a bit. "I'm doing a lot better now, thanks."
Alex took this moment to observe Sam. She had cut her bangs straight, and the rest of her thick hair was being held back with a black headband. To his satisfaction, the only make-up she was wearing was bronze shimmer. She wore a denim jacket over her Il Divo tee, with deep blue jeans, a hole over her right knee. Her black flats were a little too big for her, as she kept clopping them on and off her heels.
"What are you doing?" she asked, looking at his textbook.
"God only knows," he replied.
"Here, let me help you." She said, picking up his pencil and already working on his unfinished problem. "I remember how you were in chemistry, you had a hard time understanding, but then again, that man was a horrible teacher."
Alex chucked, a little embarrassed. "Thanks,"
Without looking up, she replied "It's the least I can do, after you helped me."
She finally pulls back and says "I don't think I ever gave you the chance to say hello,"
Soon, the two started talking every day, and Sam became a frequent visitor to Alex's house, much to the joy of his mother. His mother frequently teased the two about dating each other, but they both turned down the teasing, saying that that would never happen.
Yet, each time they hung out, Alex found himself more and more attracted to the girl.
I can only smile back and say "I don't think we need hellos at this point anymore,"
By the end of the school year, Alex knew that he loved Sam. He could no longer deny it, and she seemed to have the same attraction. So, the night that he graduated high school, he took her out on a date to a movie she had been ranting and raving about seeing, but only after dinner, of course.
Alex felt pretty accomplished when he was able to wrap his arm around her shoulders during the movie. But what really made his night was when she entwined his hand in hers in the parking lot, sending tingles down his spine, and quickening his heart rate.
When he reached her house at midnight, he opened the car door for her and escorted her to the doorstep.
"Thanks for tonight Alex," she said, quite happy. "I had a fantastic time. And the movie was just as good as I thought it would be." By now, they had reached the porch.
"I'm glad I had the honor to take you," he replied, turning to face her. They just sat there, looking at each other for a moment, hands still connected. Then, more naturally than Alex expected, his hand raised up and he started leaning in for a kiss
There was a scream inside the house, and the moment was gone.
They both let go of each other's hand, and the awkward moment settled in.
that was probably my little brother
see you later?" she said. She bit her lower lip, and he could tell that she had wanted that kiss bad.
"Uh, yeah. Send me a text a little later, okay?" he replied, wishing he could give her that kiss.
Instead, he just gave her a semi-awkward hug, and left.
She laughs, something that's like music in my ears, and gives me another kiss, this one a little more passionate then her hello kiss
After that night, they became just friends again, to Alex's dismay. But he was happy that she took the time every Saturday to come into the big city to visit him. He kept up rigorous hours so that he could treat her well while she was in town. He even had stopped smoking, to her great joy, which made it easier for her to come over and hang out, especially with her having asthma.
She graduated high school, and they celebrated once again, but there wasn't the connection that Alex was hoping for.
She had decided to go to a local community college, so she stayed in the town they both grew up in, but just like her last year of high school, she came over every weekend to hang out with him. But now it wasn't just Saturday. It was usually the whole weekend, and the guest room quickly became her room.
I follow her lead, and we eventually fall onto the couch, with her laying on top of me
On a particular November weekend, he was nervous for her to come. She was supposed to be bringing someone up for him to meet, and this particular someone was her boyfriend. He already naturally hated the guy, just because he was lucky enough to date the girl he wanted so bad. He had tried to date other girls, but none of them were like Sam. None of them looked like her, laughed like her, or sang like her. He loved it when she sang along to the radio. She had such a beautiful, lulling, low voice
He snapped out of his thoughts as someone knocked on the door. Sam had mentioned to Alex how she wasn't going to just walk in like usual, but actually knock, so he went over and opened the door. Sure enough, he stood right by her, arm wrapped around her waist. "Hi Alex, this is Jace." She said, introducing the two men. Alex noted they couldn't be much different from each other. The man looked like a cleaned-up skater punk in his own opinion, but he kept his mouth shut. Alex, on the other hand, kept his light brown hair pretty short, and was always wearing a tee shirt and jeans, with an occasional leather jacket or fedora hat.
"Pleased to meet you. I've heard a bit about you from Sam," Alex said, holding his hand out.
Jace looked at his hand, but didn't shake it. "Nice to meet you too. Now, Sam, I want you at the front of this apartment building at 11 sharp, you got it?"
"Of course Jace," she replied, smiling, and looking at him. Alex's stomach gave a lurch as he saw how hard Jace was grabbing her arm.
"No funny business, alright?" he muttered.
"I'd never be unfaithful, you know that."
"It's just that you come here so often
"I told you, Alex is like my older brother." She said firmly. At that moment, Alex could have sworn he lost his stomach. She no longer had those feelings. It was for good. He had lost her to the idiot in front of him.
Jace scanned her thoroughly with his eyes, and Alex was surprised she didn't flinch under his gaze. "See you at eleven, and no later."
"Of course not," she replied.
Then, as if to rub the whole situation into Alex's face, Jace kissed Sam quite passionately, which Sam herself didn't seem to expect. She was blushing like mad when they finally pulled apart.
"Love you," he said before walking off.
"Love you too!" she replied, waving to him before she walked into the apartment. "Mmmm
I smell pasta. Is it fresh?"
"Yeah, it is." He replied, turning into the kitchen to grab the two plates of food.
Ignoring the plates on the counter, he turned around and said, "Well, how can I not be? You're boyfriend was a little rude, and left you a bruise!"
She rubbed where Jace had grabbed her. "Oh, he's
just a little jealous, that's all."
"He's not going to treat you well, mark my words."
"Just because he gets a little jealous doesn't mean he's not a good man!" she snapped.
"Jealous? Sam, he isn't jealous! He's abusive!"
"Just because he isn't a perfect gentleman doesn't mean that he's abusive!"
Alex swore. "You think I don't know that? I know the difference between someone who isn't a 'gentlemman', and someone who is bluntly rude and abusive! Don't think that I didn't see the way that he stared you down. That was about one of the most critical looks I've ever seen from anyone." Alex took a deep breath. "Look, I'm only looking after you. Please, break up with him. He's no good for you, mark my words."
"I can make my own decisions." She replied with a calm anger.
Finally, needing to talk to her, I push her back a little bit...
The rest of the night was spent in silence. They ate dinner in separate rooms, then Sam walked into the guest room to collect all of her things together. They ended up watching a movie, the movie that they had seen when Alex had graduated, on opposite ends of the couch.
Faithful to her boyfriend, the two left the apartment at 10:55 to meet up with Jace again.
That night, Alex didn't even get a hug goodnight.
"Is something wrong?" she asks, her tone arranged in a worried manner
Visits from Sam became more infrequent over the next few months. Then, in February, Sam called to tell Alex that she would no longer be visiting him at all.
He tried to look at this as a liberation. He wouldn't have to worry about her anymore. He didn't have to worry about seeing new bruises, or hearing about how amazing Jace was when she was talking. He didn't have to worry about the atmosphere that would settle in the small living space whenever she visited, as her visits were never the same afterwards.
He tried picking up smoking again, but found that he couldn't.
He felt like he was merely surviving through life. Even when she was visiting him while dating Jace, he at least got to see her. Now, there was nothing to care for. Sure, there was his family, but nothing meant more to him than Sam.
Stroking her hair, I just smile at her
First Friday of October, Alex was laying down on the couch, watching some stupid Hallmark movie. He had just returned from yet another unsuccessful date, as he had accidently called her "Sam" several times.
He was surprised to hear a knock at the door.
He chose to ignore it.
The knock came again. "Alex? I know you're in there." A voice said, cracking at the end as someone sobbed. "I can see the light."
Pausing the movie, Alex jumped up, pulled a jacket onto his bare chest, and opened the door to allow Sam to come in. She immediately fell onto him, crying. "You were right, you were right
." She sobbed. "Jace is a horrible man
Wanting nothing more than to comfort Sam, he helped her in and closed the door. He leaned on the door, stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head, while she continued to cry for the rest of the night.
Then, at long last, I whisper
Alex was patient over the next few months as Sam battled through depression and court battles. She didn't come over very often, often feeling guilty, but slowly, she started spending more and more time there, as she started feeling stronger and more independent. The two would often go visit Alex's parents, who were thrilled to have her in the home again, and they were even able to visit Sam's parents every once in a while.
"I love you. I love you so much. I can't continue to live without you in my life. Please, will you marry me?"
Finally, Alex's patience was rewarded as he was able to take her out on an official date. They went to a dance club, where they danced to classic 1920's swing band music, until one in the morning. Once the club closed for the night, they returned to his apartment.
Sam went to walk into the guest bedroom, but Alex had seen her biting her lower lip, and it reminded him of the first time he saw that.
Not letting the opportunity slip from him, he grabbed her wrist, spun her around, and fully planted his lips upon hers.
She smiles wide
"So, what do you think?" she said, spinning around in the empty living room.
"You should know," he replied, setting a cardboard box in the corner. "I think it's too small."
She smiled, and spun over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "Well, you know me, I like my places cramped and cozy." before she gave him a peck on the lips.
He smiled and pushed her long, now golden-brown hair back. "If you say so. Now, let's go grab all your other stuff, shall we?"
"Alright hon, we will."
And replies with the most beautiful "yes" I have ever heard.