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Cassie!
Anyways, enough rambling. Here's my smoochy scene from
My Sister's Memories:
“So, am I still grounded?” Allie asks after dinner.
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation. It takes me a second to realize that she’s remembered this on her own. “I said it was for a week.” I’m then grateful that she had the decency to start this after Jordan and Melanie left.
“That’s stupid, why aren’t you grounded?” she asks.
“Why is that stupid?”
“Because, you might get expelled. You got sent to detention. And yet, I’m grounded, while you get to run around and do whatever you want,” she says.
“I’m the adult, Allie.”
“Only by default,” she says and I can’t help but to laugh.
“Fine,” I tell her, “if I were to be grounded, what would my punishment be?”
She sits for a second trying to decide whether or not I’m being serious. When she figures out that I am, she smiles. “Alright, young lady, this time you get off with a warning, next time I won’t be so lenient,” she tells me with a hand on her hip, while the other points at me.
I laugh again, “Thanks Mama Allie.”
“So, what’s my punishment tonight?” As if on cue, Alyssa, the goalie from the soccer team knocks on the door and Allie is sent off into the night.
“Be home by nine, please,” I call after her.
“Yea, yea,” she says waving me off.
Before I’m able to close the door, I see Jordan walking up. “Night, Allie,” he greets.
I open my door a little wider, “Hey.”
“Is that an invite?” he asks.
“Do you want it to be?”
“I feel like you may need to rehearse what you’re going to say at your meeting tomorrow,” he pauses, “and I brought some beer.”
“That sounds responsible,” I joke.
He tucks the six pack behind is back, “Bad idea?”
“Naw, I’ll have one. I just wanted to point out that it may not be responsible.”
“You’re supposed to be young and free, right?” he winks at me and sets the beer on the counter.
I hear my phone ring and dive onto the couch to answer it, “Hey.”
“Hey, are you okay?” Cassie asks. “You weren’t in class today. Did something happen with Allie?”
I laugh louder than I mean to, “No. Actually…I umm….got sent to detention.”
“No you didn’t!” she chuckles. “What the hell for?”
“I umm….attacked a kid in Allie’s class,” I say while looking at Jordan.
She laughs so hard I have to move the phone away from my ear, “That is the best thing I’ve heard all day. Thank you for that. What are you up to tonight?”
From the sound in her voice I think she’s going to invite me out, and I imagine that it’d be nice since I’ve only been hanging out with Allie and Jordan. “Jordan’s here.”
“Ohhh, the guy from last night?” she asks.
“Yea, that one.”
“He’s cute. I’d do him,” she says. When I don’t respond she asks, “Was that the wrong thing to say?”
I chuckle, “No, just awkward. But we’ll talk later, okay?”
“Yea, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Night.” I tell her. When I end the call I turn to Jordan, “Oh, also, remind me to thank your sister for setting up people to take Allie out,” I say.
“I’ll tell her you said so. I think she’s pretty excited about all of it.”
“She seems pretty optimistic about the situation,” I say.
He shrugs, “I think her attitude is the whole beggars can’t be choosers.”
I smile. “Wanna hear a funny story?”
“Of course,” he says.
“Allie tried to ground me tonight,” I tell him.
“You’re shitting me, right?” he laughs.
I shake my head, “She thinks it’s not fair that she’s grounded, meanwhile I’m allowed to attack people at school and get away with it.”
He takes a step closer to me and suddenly the atmosphere has shifted. When he speaks, his voice is gentle and more serious that I’d ever heard it, “You could use some…”
I take a tiny step toward him, “Sexual healing?”
He smiles but doesn’t laugh, which only makes me more anxious, “I was going to say guidance, but if you want to take things in that direction.”
I don’t tell him out loud that I want to. Instead, I look at the floor pattern in the apartment.
“Sarah?” he asks. When I look up he’s right in front of me, so close I can smell the soap on his skin. My heart leaps into every part of my body. As if Hollywood were producing my life, a stray strand of hair falls across my cheek. He leans over as he tucks it behind my ear for me. His fingers trail my jaw line and my entire face flushes. Every portion of me is vibrating. His fingers are still resting on my face.
“Yea?” I whisper, still unable to make eye contact.
I wait, adhering to my mother’s advice. Every inch of me shakes with anticipation. I can’t even imagine what his lips would feel like. My teeth bite against the corner of my lip for just a second.
He leans closer to me, and in one movement I stop breathing. His fingers tip my chin in his direction and his lips are on mine.
If it were possible for a body to dissolve, I’d be a puddle on the floor.
