Break-up Games
Story by Daisy
~~*Chapter Two*~~
I woke up the next morning feeling completely healed of my temporarily broken heart. I got out of bed and immediately began getting ready for my flight home.
For the summer I had gone on a trip to a resort in Hawaii, my dream place. It was perfect! Especially the nights that I had spent with Brian. Just thinking of him made my heart skip a beat. No, I reminded myself. I’m over him. I’m healed. And now I’m going home! I packed up all of my stuff and checked out of the resort. I took a cab to the airport and waited for my flight home. It would be good to see everybody again!
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“Darcy!” I ran into the arms of my best friend after arriving home.
“Ash, it’s good to see you! You look tanner than before, if that’s possible!” We both laughed and then headed for the parking lot.
“It’s good to be back in Florida!” I threw my bags into the back of Darcy’s 2001 Mustang. To say the least, her parents had some major money. We both settled into the car and blasted the tunes. We sang along to our favorite CD- Black and Blue.
“I can see that you’ve been crying. You can’t hide it with a lie.” The stereo sang out.
“Hey! I made out with that guy!” I shouted over the music. We both laughed. Yup. I was totally over him.
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I looked at the clock. It read 7:34 A.M. I slouched out of bed and slipped my feet into my house shoes.
“Come on, Mags.” I called to the dog who had been sleeping faithfully by my feet. We both plodded out of my room and into the kitchen.
“Morning Glory.” My mom greeted me. She handed me a cup of coffee that was much needed.
“Thanks.” I sipped the warm coffee and sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. I reached for the Sunday comics and read them as I usually do.
“My, my. You’re twenty years old and you’re still reading the comics,” my mother joked. I smiled sheepishly at her and continued reading and sipping.
“Ladies, you’re gonna have to move cuz we need the kitchen table.” Dad walked briskly into the kitchen shooing me out of his way. I gathered my comics and stood at the counter, still reading. “I’d like you to meet somebody, Ash.” I looked up at my dad. He was dressed in his old, battered jeans and weathered gray t-shirt. His work clothes. My dad loved to work on cars so he’s always fiddling around on some project or another in our garage. It was very rare that he brought his work into the house. “Come on in,” he called behind him.
I waited for a middle-aged man dressed as dad was to come out from behind the corner. Instead I watched a well-built, nicely tanned, blond boy step out into the kitchen. It wasn’t until I saw him that I actually thought of what I looked like. I suddenly became extremely self-conscious of my bed head, oversized t-shirt that I had worn to bed, and the sleep that still coated my eyes.
“Girls, this is Nick. Nick these are the girls.” Dad threw some papers onto the table and sat down as Nick stood there awkwardly and nodded at my mother and me. “He’s been my new assistant since summer started. Right before you left, Ash.”
“George,” My mother crossed her arms critically. “Since when do you need an assistant for all of your tinkering that you do for a hobby?”
“Since the beginning of summer,” My dad smiled at us, then went back to the papers. “Now son, listen. If we wanna get this car finished by Thursday, then we’re gonna have to get cracking.”
I tuned out the rest of what my father said and stood staring at Nick Carter. Dad didn’t need to introduce us. I already knew who he was. I sat, amazed at how good his torso looked underneath that tight white t-shirt. I marveled at his golden hair caressing his tan face. I gazed longingly at his broad arms, wanting them to hold me. I…I was looking straight into his eyes! I turned away quickly.
“I’m gonna go take a shower,” I told my mom on my way out of the kitchen.
As I let the hot water beat on my neck, I imagined those eyes. Those gorgeous baby blue eyes…
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