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Seasons Change
Chapter 3
::Summer::
Now that all the excitement was weaning, Aaron and Ace, who I hadn’t noticed before, stumbled into the kitchen, searching for food. Well, Ace was as composed as ever and it was Aaron stumbling into the kitchen, Ace having to steady him before he fell down. Sometimes he is so embarrassing.
I felt someone blowing lightly on my ear and turned my head to look at Mike who was looking away innocently. I flicked him on the ear. Hard. I blinked as he pouted at me, big puppy-dog eyes making me look just as innocent as him.
“What?” I asked, feigning surprise at his small frown. He just laughed and captured my lips with his. I felt myself melt into him instantly and I let myself go. It was the same every time he kissed me, every time he touched me, even a brush of his fingers, I would feel like I was burning up, turning to ashes before his eyes. It had been the same since the first time I met him and now, two years later, those feelings still hadn’t fizzled out. Thank God. I mean, I don’t want to sound like one of those pathetically hooked girls but… I guess I am. I am seriously so lucky to have him. He has got to be one of the most wanted guys in school and I still get hate mail and glares, have done since we first announced we were together.
I may be a little biased but he’s amazing. He’s kind and caring, strangely shy but confident at the same time and he treats me like a princess. He’s gorgeous to look at. I honestly though ‘beautiful’ was a word best left for women but, with Mike, you can’t help but use it. He’s built tall with a wide, strong chest, amazing muscles that are there but don’t poke out embarrassingly. He’s got hazelnut coloured eyes that I could drown in and sandy-blonde hair that bleaches blonde in the sun and his face is framed with a strong jaw and high cheekbones. But, God, most of all, his kisses. I think that’s what got me hooked on him. I know, it sounds stupid, one kiss and I was absolutely gone but, sadly, it’s true. And I can honestly say it’s still the same and, hopefully, always will be.
I pulled back and smiled at him. He was wearing a big goofy grin and I’m sure my face mirrored his but, honestly, I didn’t care. My sisters knew it, most of my friends knew and I was almost ready to admit it to myself. I was beginning to think that Michael was, for me… the one. I said almost and I mean it. I know this is supposed to only happen when you leave high school, no high school loves last but I really am beginning to think Mike is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I haven’t said anything yet because, actually, the thought scares me to death. Never having the freedom to go where I want or do what I want without thinking about or consulting with another person. The thing that scares me most, I think is the fact that, if I admit this to him, and myself that he’ll turn around and throw it back in my face or, if he did feel the same, that I would eventually lose him. Either way, I couldn’t stand it. Rejection or loss. I couldn’t bare either.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. The touch sent shivers down my spine and I smile at him.
“Nothing.” He frowned a little. I wanted him to stop, to bring back the smile, I wanted to make him smile.
“You were completely spacing on me, Sum. What is it?” he asked, his voice deep and low. I smiled again and kissed him lightly on the nose before jumping up and skipping into the kitchen. Not just yet. I thought to myself silently as he followed after a few moments, a slightly confused look on his face. He’s so cute when he’s confused.
In the kitchen, Jase had gotten over his sudden fit of cooties (how old was he again?) and was now sitting on the floor, leaning against the kitchen bench with Aaron, sharing a box of chocolate-chip cookies. Uh oh!
Just a warning, Spring, despite her happy-go-lucky appearance is absolutely obsessed with her cookies. Must be a childhood throwback or something but, any way, if she sees anyone eating her cookies, her chocolate-chip cookies, she’s going to go off her nut. I contemplated being a good sister to my brother and his friend but Mike came up behind me, locking his arms around me again and I mentally shrugged. They’re old and ugly enough to look after themselves, even if it is against Spring on a cookie rampage.
Just then, Spring wandered into the kitchen from wherever she had been with Winter and Matt close behind. I felt myself shrink back into Mike as her eyes locked onto her bag of cookies currently in Jason’s unlucky hands. Mike frowned, looked over to where I was staring and I felt, more than heard him gasp in quiet anticipation. Yes, he too has witnessed a Spring raid. Yes, I’m being melodramatic, so sue me.
“Jason.” My little sister said very quietly and I saw a ghost of a smile form on Ace’s face over in the corner where he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Jase looked up, guilt plastered all over his face, holding the half-empty bag of cookies (yes, she gets a bag of cookie’s, she eats that many!) with cookie crumbs all over his face. That grub. “Are those cookies?” she asked and he swallowed visibly, nodding. It seemed he had only just remembered about Spring’s cookie fetish, “Chocolate-chip?” again he nodded and her eyes narrowed, “My chocolate-chip cookies?”
He grinned, standing up slowly as Spring glared, waiting with her hands on her hips. He dropped the bag in Aaron’s lap whom, might I add had not said a word throughout the whole ordeal, leaving his friend to take the blame. Jase then wiped his mouth, bowed sarcastically and bolted out of the kitchen, Spring running out after him, screaming about her cookies, a boot and something very painful when she got her hands on him.
“You know,” Winter said sarcastically but sounding serious as always, “if you were a good big sister, you’d go stop her from committing murder at the age of seventeen.” I stared at her then burst out laughing along with everyone else (except Ace, who never so much as gives a real smile and Winter, who has to uphold her icy exterior at all times. Really, they’d be perfect for each other. At least I think so!) as Springs’ yelling got closer and the two bolted through the kitchen and out the other side once again. I smiled again and Mike started humming ‘House Of Fun’ by Madness as thundering footsteps came from upstairs.
Winter and Matt wandered off to watch some television and Ace lurked silently behind them, all ignoring Jase’s plight and his screams for help. The boy really can scream though. It sounds like Spring screaming but, no, it’s Jase, screaming his ass of like a little girl being chased with a bug.
Mike spun me around to face him and opened his mouth to say something when there was a ‘thud’ and a sudden halt to the stomping footsteps. I heard Jason groan in pain and tried to contain the giggle that threatened to break out. Jase was notorious for running into things; doors, walls, people, cars, poles, anything at all, whether moving or not, he would run into it. What an idiot.
Jase and Spring came down moments later, both much more subdued than before, with Jase’s left eye swelling up like a balloon. A purple, black and blue balloon. I bit back a smile as Spring pulled out an ice pack for the boy she had been about to throttle minutes ago.
“Dude.” Mike laughed, letting go of my waist, to my disappointment and walking over to examine Jason’s eye. It was quite large by now. “What a shiner!” he said impressed, to which, Jase just groaned and leaned heavily against the kitchen bench.
“What happened?” I asked, looking at Spring, who seemed to be trying to hold in a laugh.
“I got hit in the head.” Jase said dryly. He’s been hanging around Winter and Autumn way too much.
“I can see that. I mean, what hit you in the head? And how?” I asked, rolling my eyes. Spring obviously couldn’t hold it in any more and collapsed to the ground laughing.
“I’m glad you find it so funny.” He growled, glaring at her, “You sisters are in it all together. You’re all out to get me.”
“Why are we out to get you this time?” Autumn asked, appearing around the corner, her nose still in a book as she walked. I really don’t know how she does it. I tried it once and I fell flat on my face, as always. Yes, I’m a bona fide clutz. Shut up.
“You!” he almost shrieked, pointing at her with his spare hand. She didn’t even look up from her book, though I did notice her eyebrows raise, “It’s your fault I got whacked in the head. It was you who opened the door on me as I ran past.”
“Oh!” Autumn looked up in shock, “I wondered why it shut so suddenly.” She shrugged and looked back down at her book. Jase looked particularly outraged and confused at the same time. Spring, who had tried to stand up again, looked at Jase’s face and fell to floor laughing again.
“That’s all you have to say, ‘Oh!’ What the hell is ‘Oh!’? You didn’t even open it again to see if it’d hit something or, namely someone. What the hell?” he ranted. Autumn shrugged again,
“Sorry.” She said simply and strolled off into the lounge-room to sit with the others, her nose still in her book. That’s my Autumn, as dry and almost as cold as Winter. Oh joy.
I shook my head and smiled as Spring collected herself and Jase continued ranting as she led him into the lunge-room. I went to follow but Mike stopped me, lacing his fingers through mine and pulling me back for a quick kiss.
“C’mon.” he whispered.
“Were to?” I asked, scrunching my brow. He grinned, pulling me closer and kissing my forehead, sending pleasant tingles down my spine.
“Surprise.” He whispered then pulled me out the door, barely giving me time to slip on some shoes, grab a hair-tie and pull on my jacket.
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