“Mmm… Guess what?” I mumbled, finally breaking the kiss I could have sworn was going for a good ten minutes.
“What?” The_Priest_In_Yellow asked, letting a grin slip across his face against my lips.
“Ephemeral is going to be gone for two weeks to visit my grandma.” I told him as I pulled my face away from his, wiggling my eyebrows jokingly. My grandmother, or Ephemeral’s mother, needed help finding a nursing home, and she lived way they hell out in New York City. So naturally Ephemeral couldn’t just go for five days and then come back. He had to go for two whole weeks. Not that I was complaining. It was kind of nice to have the house to myself. Or, maybe the better word for it was “ourselves”.
“When?” He asked.
“He leaves this Saturday.”
The_Priest_In_Yellow groaned.
“What, do you hate me that much?” I teased.
“No, it’s just that I have to take a damn family trip starting Sunday. Spring break starts Saturday, remember?” He raised his brow with the last part of his answer, giving me the how-could-you-forget-about-a-vacation look.
“You’re kidding.” My eyes went wide. “When did you plan on telling me?!”
“Larto, I found out last night. Don’t kill the messenger here.”
“Can’t you tell them to leave you behind?” I was starting to hyperventilate. The_Priest_In_Yellow’s family consisted of all my best friends. He was one of triplets, along with peppy and The_King_In_Yellow. The_Priest_In_Yellow, obviously, was my boyfriend, peppy was my best friend, and The_King_In_Yellow was kind of my big brother that could either crush my head in his palm if he wanted to, or just annoy the hell out of me. I loved him anyway; I loved all of them. If greenpoint0 and Todesengal, his parents, took the whole family to the Grand Canyon or something for two weeks, I’m pretty sure I’d die.
“I can try Larto, no promises.” The_Priest_In_Yellow said, his face crumpled in annoyance at his situation. “Can we go back to making out now?” What a boy.
My alarm went off, “7:00” flashing in bright blue numbers on the clock. For some reason Tuesdays seemed worse to me than Mondays. On Mondays you knew you were in for a horrible day, but on Tuesdays, it was that achingly annoying day between horrible Monday and “I wish the week was over already” Wednesday.
Despite the fact it was my senior year at high school and spring break was rolling around, I still dreaded every day of school. The only perk was getting to see The_Priest_In_Yellow everyday. He only had a few classes with me a day, but every one of those hours was like a taste of heaven. The way he’d slide his hand slowly up and down my thigh, sneak kisses onto my neck when the teacher wasn’t looking...
‘Okay Larto, mind out of the gutter, go get ready for school,’ I thought to myself. ‘But I don’t want to!’ I whined back. The reasonable side won out as I realized The_Priest_In_Yellow had spoken to his parents about spending spring break here while they went wherever they were going. Chicago probably. The Cullens absolutely adore Chicago. The_Priest_In_Yellow and I applied to some colleges in that area, but we still hadn’t heard back from any of them. Chicago or not, we decided we were going to the same school.
After I quickly got dressed in a white blouse and dark fitted jeans, I ran downstairs, grabbed a banana out of the kitchen, and stepped out the door. Low and behold (but no surprise), The_Priest_In_Yellow was sitting in his new Volvo, waiting for me in the driveway. I grinned and hopped into the passenger seat, throwing my backpack at my feet.
“Good morning sunshine.” He said with a huge grin.
“Same to you sweet cheeks.” I said with a smirk, taking a bite out of my banana.
“Don’t do that.” His face was marked with pleading and a hint of frustration.
“What, I can’t eat my breakfast?” I grinned, knowing exactly what he meant.
“You could have me for breakfast instead.” He said, returning the grin.
“Ooh, nice offer, but I think I’ll have to turn it down. I’m much more into women.”
“The way you eat that banana I’m sure anyone, straight or not, would disagree.” The_Priest_In_Yellow and I had an interesting way of talking to each other. We hardly any said anything horribly gooey (that’s not to say we didn’t like to kiss or anything, just not say things like “honey lovey bear” to each other). We always had some kind of sarcastic comment to make, or make fun of each other. peppy and The_King_In_Yellow thought we were weird, as did their lovers, Chatmonchy and Stroganoff. Not that we really cared.
“What were you grinning about in the first place anyway?” I asked, changing the subject as The_Priest_In_Yellow pulled out of the driveway and onto the road that led to school.
“They said yes.” He said, a smile creeping across his face. “I can stay home while the rest of the family goes to Chicago.” So it was Chicago they were going to. I was good.
“How’d you get them to do that?”
“I told them that since Ephemeral has been so busy trying to bond with you,” Well that was a lie, “I hardly got any time with you recently. Oh, and I left out the tiny detail about Ephemeral being kind of gone the whole time.”
“I’m proud of you. You’ll make a great criminal someday.” I joked as we turned into a parking spot by the school building. “But just to show you I appreciate it…” I gave him a quick kiss, but he didn’t let me pull away. He bit at my lower lip, allowing his tongue to roam into my mouth. Our tongues fought for territory for what felt like hours when we heard a knock on the car window. The_King_In_Yellow. The_Priest_In_Yellow growled and pulled away. We both got out of the car glaring at The_King_In_Yellow as he grinned like a proud five year old at us.
“PDA can get you suspended around here you know.” The_King_In_Yellow informed us, still grinning as we started walking to class.
Spring break couldn’t seem farther away.
“What?” The_Priest_In_Yellow asked, letting a grin slip across his face against my lips.
“Ephemeral is going to be gone for two weeks to visit my grandma.” I told him as I pulled my face away from his, wiggling my eyebrows jokingly. My grandmother, or Ephemeral’s mother, needed help finding a nursing home, and she lived way they hell out in New York City. So naturally Ephemeral couldn’t just go for five days and then come back. He had to go for two whole weeks. Not that I was complaining. It was kind of nice to have the house to myself. Or, maybe the better word for it was “ourselves”.
“When?” He asked.
“He leaves this Saturday.”
The_Priest_In_Yellow groaned.
“What, do you hate me that much?” I teased.
“No, it’s just that I have to take a damn family trip starting Sunday. Spring break starts Saturday, remember?” He raised his brow with the last part of his answer, giving me the how-could-you-forget-about-a-vacation look.
“You’re kidding.” My eyes went wide. “When did you plan on telling me?!”
“Larto, I found out last night. Don’t kill the messenger here.”
“Can’t you tell them to leave you behind?” I was starting to hyperventilate. The_Priest_In_Yellow’s family consisted of all my best friends. He was one of triplets, along with peppy and The_King_In_Yellow. The_Priest_In_Yellow, obviously, was my boyfriend, peppy was my best friend, and The_King_In_Yellow was kind of my big brother that could either crush my head in his palm if he wanted to, or just annoy the hell out of me. I loved him anyway; I loved all of them. If greenpoint0 and Todesengal, his parents, took the whole family to the Grand Canyon or something for two weeks, I’m pretty sure I’d die.
“I can try Larto, no promises.” The_Priest_In_Yellow said, his face crumpled in annoyance at his situation. “Can we go back to making out now?” What a boy.
My alarm went off, “7:00” flashing in bright blue numbers on the clock. For some reason Tuesdays seemed worse to me than Mondays. On Mondays you knew you were in for a horrible day, but on Tuesdays, it was that achingly annoying day between horrible Monday and “I wish the week was over already” Wednesday.
Despite the fact it was my senior year at high school and spring break was rolling around, I still dreaded every day of school. The only perk was getting to see The_Priest_In_Yellow everyday. He only had a few classes with me a day, but every one of those hours was like a taste of heaven. The way he’d slide his hand slowly up and down my thigh, sneak kisses onto my neck when the teacher wasn’t looking...
‘Okay Larto, mind out of the gutter, go get ready for school,’ I thought to myself. ‘But I don’t want to!’ I whined back. The reasonable side won out as I realized The_Priest_In_Yellow had spoken to his parents about spending spring break here while they went wherever they were going. Chicago probably. The Cullens absolutely adore Chicago. The_Priest_In_Yellow and I applied to some colleges in that area, but we still hadn’t heard back from any of them. Chicago or not, we decided we were going to the same school.
After I quickly got dressed in a white blouse and dark fitted jeans, I ran downstairs, grabbed a banana out of the kitchen, and stepped out the door. Low and behold (but no surprise), The_Priest_In_Yellow was sitting in his new Volvo, waiting for me in the driveway. I grinned and hopped into the passenger seat, throwing my backpack at my feet.
“Good morning sunshine.” He said with a huge grin.
“Same to you sweet cheeks.” I said with a smirk, taking a bite out of my banana.
“Don’t do that.” His face was marked with pleading and a hint of frustration.
“What, I can’t eat my breakfast?” I grinned, knowing exactly what he meant.
“You could have me for breakfast instead.” He said, returning the grin.
“Ooh, nice offer, but I think I’ll have to turn it down. I’m much more into women.”
“The way you eat that banana I’m sure anyone, straight or not, would disagree.” The_Priest_In_Yellow and I had an interesting way of talking to each other. We hardly any said anything horribly gooey (that’s not to say we didn’t like to kiss or anything, just not say things like “honey lovey bear” to each other). We always had some kind of sarcastic comment to make, or make fun of each other. peppy and The_King_In_Yellow thought we were weird, as did their lovers, Chatmonchy and Stroganoff. Not that we really cared.
“What were you grinning about in the first place anyway?” I asked, changing the subject as The_Priest_In_Yellow pulled out of the driveway and onto the road that led to school.
“They said yes.” He said, a smile creeping across his face. “I can stay home while the rest of the family goes to Chicago.” So it was Chicago they were going to. I was good.
“How’d you get them to do that?”
“I told them that since Ephemeral has been so busy trying to bond with you,” Well that was a lie, “I hardly got any time with you recently. Oh, and I left out the tiny detail about Ephemeral being kind of gone the whole time.”
“I’m proud of you. You’ll make a great criminal someday.” I joked as we turned into a parking spot by the school building. “But just to show you I appreciate it…” I gave him a quick kiss, but he didn’t let me pull away. He bit at my lower lip, allowing his tongue to roam into my mouth. Our tongues fought for territory for what felt like hours when we heard a knock on the car window. The_King_In_Yellow. The_Priest_In_Yellow growled and pulled away. We both got out of the car glaring at The_King_In_Yellow as he grinned like a proud five year old at us.
“PDA can get you suspended around here you know.” The_King_In_Yellow informed us, still grinning as we started walking to class.
Spring break couldn’t seem farther away.