A/N--- i might just leave this as a oneshot, but i do have more of the story written, it depends on what you guys think. lemme know, oneshot or should i keep going?
A car wash was ruining my life. It's the car wash's fault that I was missing Geneva's party. Geneva never really had parties; her parents never went away for the night.
But finally, after what seemed like years, Geneva had the house to herself. So she decided to throw a party. And me, her best friend, was going to miss it.
All because of a stupid car wash.
My mom went to the car wash the other day and ran into an old college friend. They talked for hours and exchanged phone numbers and everything.
Then the college friend invited our family over to her house for dinner on Friday night, the same night as Geneva's party. I tried to get out of going, but there was no way.
My mom was forcing me and my brother Hunter to come with her and Dad so she could show us off to her college friend.
I wasn't a show dog; I wanted to go to a party. My mom took some pity on me and told me that her college friend had a son my age, but I didn't care.
He was probably going to some party on Friday night because his mom was cool enough to let him go out.
But apparently, his mom wanted to show him off too, because when we walked inside the large house, he was standing in the doorway.
He was kind of hot, I guess. Nah, he was really hot, being tall and blonde, but I was bitter.
"This is my son Hunter, he's fourteen," My mom said as she introduced my little brother to Mr. and Mrs. Whitley. Hunter took a step forward and politely shook their hands. "And this is my daughter Dakota," My mom said, giving me a push forward. I smiled and shook their hands, thinking about Geneva's party.
"This is my son Bobby," Mrs. Whitley said, and I shook hands with Bobby, who smiled at me. He had a nice smile. Yeah, he was pretty hot.
"We have two other kids staying with us at the moment, my nephews. Their parents went away for the weekend and didn't want to leave them alone," Mr. Whitley said. "Peter is upstairs playing video games in the guest room, he's your age," He said, pointing to Hunter.
"Peter Robins?" Hunter asked, and Mr. Whitley nodded. Hunter let out a sigh of relief. "He's my friend, I know him from school," Hunter said and then he raced upstairs to join Peter.
"Tyler is the other, he's the same age as you and Bobby, but he's out tonight," Mrs. Whitley said.
"He should be back at nine or ten, I think he said," Mr. Whitley said. "He's studying with a friend for a test that he has on Monday,"
"Dakota!" I heard my name echo around the foyer. I looked up and saw my brother standing at the top of the steps. "You need to try this game!" He exclaimed.
"We'll call you when dinner's ready," My mom said, and I walked upstairs behind Bobby. He led me into a large room with a queen sized bed right next to the window.
There was a large TV screen on the wall and there were all sorts of cords coming out of the cabinet underneath it. I followed the cords to a chubby little boy with long dark brown hair which had a slight wave to it. He was staring blankly at the screen.
His tongue was sticking out as he concentrated on the game. I sat down on the bed next to Hunter and the window.
"This game is a lot of fun," Bobby said as he sat down on the bed next to Peter.
"What is it?" I asked, staring at the screen.
"Halo," Bobby said. "Here's a controller," He said and he handed the controller to the Xbox. He gave me directions on how to play, and he gave me tips the entire time. I was awful.
"Press that button, quick, shoot him!" Bobby exclaimed. I pressed every button on the controller, giggling as it fell out of my hands in my panic.
"Killed you again," Peter laughed, and I groaned. I was getting my ass kicked by a fourteen year old, that's embarrassing.
"I didn't see that coming," I said sarcastically.
"Well if you actually listened to my directions," Bobby trailed off, and I gave him an apologetic smile.
"I'm obviously not coordinated at this game," I said with a laugh.
"Are you coordinated at any video games?" Bobby asked, and Hunter laughed loudly.
"She's awesome at Tony Hawk Underground," He said, and Bobby and Peter both looked at me with doubt.
"Seriously?" Bobby asked with a small smile on his lips.
"Dead serious," I said, and Peter smirked. "Don't believe me?" I asked, giving Peter a look, and he shook his head.
"Prove it," He said, and he pulled out the Tony Hawk game. As promised, I kicked some serious ass.
"I'm done with this game," Peter sighed an hour later.
"Only because you can't hold your own against me," I said as I racked up some more points to add to my lead.
"Pretty much. I'm a sore loser," Peter sighed, and he turned off the game. His next choice was some war game that I had no interest in. So I sat there for the next hour, bored out of my mind. Bobby tried to hold a conversation with me while he played, but it wasn't working out too well.
"So is working at Chili's any fun?" I asked Bobby. He groaned as he was shot down in the game.
"Sorry, what was that?" He asked a second later.
"Never mind, I'll wait until it's over," I said grumpily. That was Bobby's cue to turn off the game and talk to me, but he missed it. Such a turn off.
He continued to play for another half an hour. I laid there on my back on top of Peter's bed, picking at my nails. T
hen I heard the window next to me slide open.
I looked over and screamed as someone fell through the window, right on top of me.
"Telle," Peter groaned as the kid on top of me lifted his weight off me with his arms.
He looked down at me with his mouth hanging open.
He had one gorgeous face, that's for sure.
So gorgeous that I forgot he was on top of me for a second, or else I didn't mind.
"I'm sorry!" He exclaimed as he rolled off me.
He got off the bed, and then took a cautious stance. He was tall, around five ten or eleven, and he had on a bright colored t-shirt and tight jeans.
He had on a black and white striped hat, the kind you wear in the winter. It even had the two flaps on the side with tassels hanging down.
"Dude, why are you here?" Bobby asked, standing up.
"I need some papers for studying," The kid said in a light voice. He looked around the room, then lowered his voice. "I need some ice," He said to Bobby.
"What happened, Telle?" Bobby asked incredulously.
"Nothing major, just need some ice," Telle said, wiping his brown hair out of his face and up into his striped hat.
"You snuck back to get some ice for your study group?" I asked, and he turned gave me a quick smile. I normally didn't go for guys in tight jeans, but he was really attractive with his great cheek bones and dark brown eyes. I might make an exception.
"Exactly. I'm Telle," He said, and he put out his hand and I shook it. He had big hands, and he swung my hand up and down in a very firm manner.
Just by his handshake I could tell he has some serious confidence.
"Dakota," I said with a small smile.
"Sorry I crushed you on my way in," He said and I rolled my eyes.
"Cause everyone I know sneaks around whenever they need ice," I said and he smiled.
"Glad we understand each other," He said simply, and I bit back a smile. "Bobby, I need ice now," He said urgently. Bobby left the room. "Hey Hunter," Telle said and Hunter gave him a wave.
"So really, what are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm studying," He said to me with a sly smile as he looked me up and down.
"You think I'm six years old? I'm not going to tell on you," I said, and he laughed.
"You do look a little older than six," He said slowly, and I grinned. He suddenly reached up to his nose and squeezed it. Then I saw a large bruise on his elbow.
"What happened?" I asked, pointing to his elbow. Telle tried to look at his elbow while he held his nose, but it wasn't working.
"Nothing," He said in a nasally voice.
"What's wrong with your nose?" I asked. Then Bobby came back into the room and handed Telle the bag of ice. He immediately put it on his nose.
"Telle, what happened?" Bobby asked, and Telle sighed.
"I was punched in the nose, and I fell over on my elbow, happy?" He said. "Now my nose is bleeding," He added.
"At your study group?" I asked incredulously.
"Yeah, I got into an argument about the difference between an isomer and a retroactive pair," Telle said.
"I do that all the time," I said sarcastically. "Isomers never get the respect they deserve,"
"Yeah! We should make a support group. 'Isomers United!'" He exclaimed and I giggled.
"Seriously, what happened?" I asked, and he sighed, giving me the "Do You Really Want to Know?' look.
"I was at a concert. My parents told me I wasn't allowed to go since I'm staying here for the weekend, so I snuck out. I can't go inside downstairs with a bloody nose and a bruised up arm," He explained.
He looked down at his arm at an imaginary watch. "I better go, the band I wanted to see is probably on stage right now," Telle said. He stuffed the bag of ice in his back pocket and started to climb out the window.
He turned around last minute. "Hey, Dakota, you want to come?" He asked. I sat there in silence for a second.
"You want to take me to a place where you just got beat up?" I asked. Telle smiled.
"It wasn't like that. It was by accident," He explained. "Moshing," He said like it explained everything.
"Moshing?" I asked, completely lost. I heard my cousins talk about it briefly, but I didn't really know what it was.
"Yeah, you know, hardcore dancing?" He asked. "Ring a bell?"
"Kind of," I said.
"Well, that's what went down. It was all in good fun, no hard feelings," He said.
"As great as moshing sounds, I think I'll stick here. My parents will have a cow if they find out that I left," I said.
"Next time then, alright?" He said as he climbed out of the window. He rested his arms on the windowsill so only his chest up was in view.
"Sure, next time," I said, sitting back down on the bed.
"See you around," He said with a smile and he disappeared from view.
A/N--- oneshot, or should i keep going? lemme know!