Always Summer (4 page)

“They’ve
been having sex in this room, and all you can say is give her some privacy?” I
questioned.

“Yes.”
Debbie said, rolling her eyes and putting more pressure on my shoulders to move
me.

“Um… so
having sex in our room is okay?” I questioned.

“Not for
you!” she answered, “You’re underage, but when you are no longer underage,
we’ll renegotiate terms then.”

I stared at
her… I never, in a million years thought that Sally would ever let a guy do
that… like ever!
 
I realised at that
moment how stupid that seemed, of course they would do that, I mean they had
been together for nearly two years, they were looking at moving in together in
less than three months, and they were all over each other all the time.

“What?”
Debbie asked.

“I’m
surprised…” I admitted shamefully. Had I imagined my sister limited to that god
awful experience?

Debbie
looked up at me and sighed, fully knowing what I referred to.
 

Debbie has
inviting blue eyes and silvering hair, kept short.
 
Her alabaster skin seems untouched by her
age.
 
She was the complete opposite to
Max, who had chocolate brown skin and eyes, although his hair is also
silvering.
 
Max was barely taller than
me, at 5ft 9in, and Debbie was vastly shorter than Sally, at 5ft even.
 

I tilted my
head down to look into her eyes.
 
She
reached up and placed her palms on either side of my face.
 
Today, Debbie wore a bright red blouse and
dark blue denim jeans.
 
She had a
flattering figure, with a generous backside and breasts, and a slim waist
in-between… a classic hourglass look.
 
She was without shoes inside the house, and her toenails were painted
the same red as her fingernails.

“People
heal… they move on you know.” She offered, a slight smile playing across her
lips.
 
She gave me a friendly tap on my
left cheek.

“Okay.” I
had nothing else to say… I knew how I felt about sex; I mean I wasn’t ready
yet, but Julie and I talked about it occasionally.
 
However, I wasn’t the one that was raped at
the age of ten.
 
Obviously, Sally had
well and truly moved on, and for some reason, now that I reflected on it, it
made me feel better about me.
  
Besides,
this wasn’t a topic for conversation… or thought… ever!

*

I finally
settled on stealing a dark grey pair of skinny jeans, matching them with an
thrift shop find I had made two weeks previously when shopping with Blake -
yes, Blake... he was so good at finding awesome clothes, and my budget was
limited; a fourteen-year-old in the McFarlane household, didn’t earn much
money... they were pretty tight fisted, my foster parents; but damn, they were
nice people.

*

The top was
green, with tulip sleeves and several largish skulls of assorted sizes,
displayed across it in a slightly faded green tone from the emerald green
majority.
 
I had recently had blond foils
put through my hair, as a gift from Sally for making it through Middle School,
and it made my normally mousy light brown hair look pretty nice; highlighting
and lifting it to a dirty blond color.
  
I looked like I had been on summer break already, spending a heap of
time in the sun; although, we all knew my hair didn’t get sun kissed, and I
didn’t tan, I burnt... so time in the sun, sun baking... no!
 
I still had those freckles across my nose
too... Debbie referred to them as fairy kisses...
hmmm!

I matched
the outfit with dark grey
Rob
Dyrdek
DCs
.
 
I am
girly to a point... but then comfort has to take over.
 
Hence the t-shirt, which albeit is still all
girly and cute (despite the skulls), isn’t
Project
Runway
, especially when matched with my DCs.
 

People in
my neighborhood used to think my style of clothing was all show.
 
No way!
 
I skated, so it was practical.

I had a
newspaper/cartoon print
Volcom
deck
with pink and black
Vault
5 inch
aluminium trucks, and pink colored,
Pink
Skateboards
brand 72mm wheels, which of course I loved.
 
But I didn’t do more than the basics when I
skated; as in, I rode down the street, hopped off in heavy traffic, and never
did skateparks.
 
But I could weave around
obstacles,
ollie
off gutters and down a couple of
stairs (and land it), and I could handle speed.
 
I just figured I didn’t need to prove myself on half pipes, handrails
and extensive stairs.
 
I mean,
seriously... I watched that shit on ‘
youtube
’
and cringed and laughed like the rest of humanity, but I didn’t want that stuff
happening to me.
 
So, I used
skateboarding as a means of transport, not to get a concussion; although, I was
all for watching the guys down the skatepark do their thing.
 
Around here, guys were all for the showing
off part, and not sharing their skatepark with girls anyway... so, it worked
both ways.

I grabbed
my skateboard and headed out the door to head to the
Starbucks
off of Fort Salonga road, where my friends were
waiting.
 
The day was pretty nice,
hitting around 75 degrees; it was perfect weather for skating.

*

Upon
reaching my destination, I noticed Blake first; I mean it wasn’t hard, since he
had dyed his hair pink after a failed dare with Julie, and he was tall.
 
The roots of his hair were already at a
quarter of an inch long, but they didn’t detract from the overall effect.
 
His pink hair was still a shock, albeit a
funny one.
 
His 8th grade graduation
photos would forever show him with pink hair... his parents were less than
impressed.
 
His normal hair color was
actually a nice sandy blond shade and hung in his eyes; it was lengthy in the
back in a messy, surfy guy kind of way (though he was definitely not a
surfer).
 
His eyes were an indigo blue;
his skin was pale and crystal clear, and he liked to look good, as in male model
runway looking good.
 
Yes, he was very
good looking, and getting better as he aged.
 

But, he
wasn’t a jock... he was an artist; painting and drawing incredible
artworks.
 
Recently, his voice had begun
deepening, as per normal for a fourteen-year-old guy.
 
But the gay label was getting more and more
ingrained.

Picking up
my board, I headed to our booth and slid in next to Blake.
 
Julie was currently dating a guy named
Jordan, and they were busy on the other side of the booth, engulfing each
other’s faces.

“Thank God
you’re here.” Blake announced loudly, his distaste clearly written on his
face.
 
My own was increasingly becoming
evident as well.

I raised my
eyebrows at the oblivious couple, and I drummed my fingers on the table in
front of them... they were clearly ignoring me.

“Hey guys.”
I said.

“It’s no
use,” Blake stated.
 
“Their faces are
stuck together!”
 
He then raised his
voice slightly, “It’s disgusting!” he said.

Turning to
Blake, I winked at him.
 
Blake looked
puzzled momentarily; before understanding dawned... we often talked dirty to
each other to garnish a reaction from his sister.

“Blake,
let’s give it a go!” I said silkily, twirling my hair around my finger and
giving him a shy yet seductive look.

“You want
me to stick my tongue in your mouth baby?” he said suggestively, looking down
at me with a knowing look.

“Yeah
baby... and I want you to touch my boobs while you do it!” I purred, sliding my
finger down my cheek and into my mouth, all the while staring at him through
hooded eyes.

“Nice...”
Blake replied, grabbing my finger out of my mouth and putting the tip in his
own mouth.

We both
looked over at Julie and Jordan, and despite noticing them smiling, they failed
to cease their activity.
 
They were
obviously too used to us.

Pulling my
finger away from his mouth, I leant into Blake to confer... He whispered into
my ear...

“I really
don’t think they believe us.” He suggested.

“That’s because
we wouldn’t do it.” I whispered back.

“So let’s
freak them out.” He stated.

I pulled
back; to look him in the eye... he was serious!

After a
quick glance back at the disgusting pair, I leant back in to him and muttered,

“But we’re
friends!”

“Yes, we
are!” he said.

“You’re
supposed to be gay.” I said flatly, not very convincingly.

Still...
Blake actually did a double take on this... “I don’t know if I am or not, I
haven’t had the opportunity to find out!” he flatly reasoned back.

“I’ve never
been kissed before.” I reasoned back.

He sighed,
“I haven’t either, hence the not having the opportunity to find out comment!”
he whispered fiercely.

“We are in
the middle of a
Starbucks
.” I said,
trying hard not to laugh.

We both
looked again at the icky couple.

“How long
have they been making out?” I asked.

“Ages!”
Blake muttered into his chest.

I shook my
head, “They’re so gross!” I whispered.
 
He just nodded his head, looking reflectively at the shirt that he’d
helped me buy.

I sat back
and cleared my throat, “Ahem...”

It didn’t
seem to work.
 
I tried again... still no
response.
 
My lip curled in disgust.
 
I looked at Blake again.
 
He just did the shifty eyed shrug of dismay.

“Maybe we
should just leave, let them suck each other dry.” I suggested, back to whispering.

“I want a
coffee, a chat, and the experience of hanging with cool company!” Blake
whined.
 

I knew he
was playing this up, but it was stuff like this that made people think he was
gay.

“Okay,” I
breathed deep, and steadied myself.
 
“But
I can’t believe we are going to do this... we are all going to be kicked out
you know.” I said.

Blake
sighed.

“I’m
scared, maybe we shouldn’t.” He reasoned, suddenly looking as unsure as I was.

I stared at
him, his eyes flicked up to mine, and a sudden irrational confidence flared up
in me.
 
I could do this, I could
definitely do this.

“Blake...
don’t suggest, then plead and then retract. It isn’t becoming!” I stated.

“You
suggested it first.” He grumbled.

I shook my
head, before taking a bold stance.

“You in?”
I asked louder.

Maybe I
wasn’t so confident after all, but I still maintained just a little bit of
brave and ignored the pounding in my chest.
 
Within seconds his look changed; some level of confidence surfaced and
he smiled.

“Okay, but
be gentle.” He said with a smirk.

“No titty,”
I said, leaning in before my mind changed again.

“No fun.”
He returned, bridging the small gap that remained between us.

Blake was
5ft 11in; he had a massive growth spurt over the last year, so there was a
slight height discrepancy.
 
To counteract
this, he tilted his face down and I tilted my face up.
 

We touched
our lips gently.
 
I was keeping my eyes
open so I didn’t crash into him; I noticed that he did the same.
 
Catching each other’s eye at that close
distance, nearly brought us undone, as smirks crossed both our faces.

“Close your
eyes.” Blake hissed, his lips barely touching mine, before he put his hand
behind my neck and held me gently to him.

I closed my
eyes.
 

We pressed
our lips together softly.
 
Then he
started to move his lips, in soft puckering movements. The rhythm felt good,
and little butterflies were beginning to dance across my belly.
 
Ever so slowly, I loosened my lips and
allowed the tip of my tongue to trace the top of Blake’s bottom lip.
 
Without hesitation, he too loosened his lips
and slightly opened them.
 
So, boldly
now, I traced both his lips with my tongue, and felt him shudder.
 
I was uncertain whether it was a good shudder
or a bad one; but since we were teaching his sister and Jordan a lesson, I
soldiered on.