Chapter 11: Don't Let Yourself Grow, Cuz Everybody Lies

Keira buried her face in the nap of his warm neck, refuting the question entirely. The truth was she wasn't ready for any of this. She was scared. She was always scared when it came to real things. Being where she is now had never crossed her mind. She was taught to take care of herself. It wasn't normal, it was her life. She was hunter who pushed animals blocking her path. She smiled when she smelled him. It was like some fruity scent that drove her mad with desire.

"You smell good."

He chuckled, pushing the question for a moment, "I'm glad you noticed."

"At least you don't stink like most guys do. You smell clean."

"Well you my dear, smell like watermelons and vanilla."

"Its my gloss and my perfume. I don't go anywhere without my gloss."

He licked his lips, "Yeah, I got a taste of it, good stuff."

She hugged his body harder than she already has, "I'm so confused. I feel so geriatric. I mean, I don't know really. I don't want to make any decisions but I feel like its too good to be true. All of this can be just taken away so quickly. Brittany and I always hang out and stuff but I feel like she never really listens to me, like you're doing now. I always have to hidesomewhere for my mom. I'm always hiding."

He kissed the top of her head, thinking. "That really sucks, I'm sorry you live that way. I want you be happy. You're mom obviously doesn't give a shit if she puts me in charge."

"What are you talking about?"

He laughed, "I'm 23 baby, I'm just a child too."

"Hey, I'm not a child!" she complained.

"No," he smiled, "I mean, neither one of us are old enough to know what's up. I feel so buried in myself sometimes and I'm so worried that I'll be a failure. I can't fail."

"You? A failure?" she sat up, "Jeez, if anything, you should know failure for once! I'm covered in it. Everything I do, it seems like its just not enough no matter how much I try. I hated school, and still do. I was never the honor student, or the one that did sports. I was so driven by not following the herd. I hated my school. Such assholes. Rich bitches, people who screw you over. Hmm, kind of like Hollywood."

He laughed. "Pretty close. What did you wanna be?"

"A writer. Than I started singing like 2 years ago."

"You sing huh? What do you sing?"

"Don't flatter yourself too much... pop. Its easy and its what I can write. I liked bands like The Goo Goo Dolls and The Calling."

"What about The Justin Timberlake?" he smirked.

"No, I don't care for Usher that much. I mean, he did cheat on his girl."

"I totally resent that so much. We're so different. People don't get that. And we don't fight like everyone says. He's got his thing, and I got mine."

"Which is?"

"My body."

"Boooo!"

"Hey, everyone seems to like it."

"A body is just some stupid thing created so we wouldn't be floating in the air like Casper."

"You're so cute. You say the cutest things."

"I try."

"And you're sexy as hell. Whoops, there I go, saying the thing I'm thinking."

She giggled, "Weirdo."

"Right on. Hey, are you hot in here? Is the AC on?"

She grabbed his shirt when he tried to get up, "No, don't get up. I like you here."

"Miss me already," he said, huskily.

"Jackass! Everything is about you isn't it! Jees, stay back down already," she pinned him down without much of a puff from him.

He licked his lips, "I like this position we're in. Kinda kinky, right?"

She scoffed, "Sex, sex, sex. Men. They should all be locked up in a jail cell without their manhoods."

"Oh, me likey the bondage. I'm just kidding. I shouldn't joke I know. But this ass is just aching to be grabbed by me," he grabbed her bottom and gave a squeeze.

She rolled her eyes and climbed off him, "I hate bringing that out in guys."

"What is that?"

"Sex. I mean as long as you're joking, but still I don't like to be treated like that. Real girls don't think about that really. I guess its the writer in me." She smiled.

He eyebrow raised, "The writer huh? What kind of stuff you got written? Can I read some?"

"Its darker than Black Sabbath and Poe put together. I tend to jot an unhappy person when I write."

"I don't care. Show me what you do."

"I'm private when it comes to that stuff. Maybe I'll show it you when I want you to see it."

"Oh OK. I was just curious."

She laughed jumping on the bed, resting her elbows on her pillow and laying her head down, "So, what are we doing now?"

"We could watch those DVDs?"

"Sure, let's go." She stood up and pulled his hand.

He giggled, "I really like you like this. God, just imagine how controlling you are when I get you in the sack."

She turned around placed her hands on his should, playfully narrowing her eyes, "I like me like this too. And wouldn't you like to know?"

"Oh believe me girl, I most deffinitely would not be opposed to it."