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One insy tinsy thing, I wasn’t so truthful in the first story of my life problem. It did not end as happily as I dreamt. Yes, everything from the tapes under the bed to Evan’s parents + Evan + me on their backyard lawn was completely, utterly a fabrication of my dream world.

Yes, I know, tragic for both of us. Imagine the disappointment when I woke with soaked panties after the last little bit of the dream took place in the backyard. Sweaty bodies writhing and grinding...

“Aww, man!” Escaped from my lips as I realized just how good my imagination had become. Though, there were flaws that mared my fabrication.

How could ANY parents be that awesome? Not to mention the oodles of cash that would have had to be spent to wire a whole house full of cameras. I knew that it was too good to be true!

I slapped my forehead in frustration, then just happening to glace at the clock, I noticed it was way past the time it should have been. My alarm buzzed me awake at 5:30AM every school day and as of right now it was 6:15AM How time sure does fly, and so did my clothing as I struggled to find some clean clothing to throw on my bed so they would be ready for me when I got out of my -very- quick shower.

The water ran over my body in rivulets, and with the water pressure, it gave a relaxing feeling. Any other time this would be wonderful, but unfortunately I was under a time constraint. I sighed and continued to scrub away feverishly at what needed to be cleaned.

Rushing through washing body and hair-I knew I did not get all of the shampoo out, and that I would pay for doing so later. The bathroom door was flung open in haste as I rushed to dry my slick body, then struggle my damp skin into the clothes that seemingly stuck to damp skin.

The five minutes wasted struggling into clothing cost me, and so I moved straight to breakfast-skipping makeup stage of ‘getting ready’ routine. It's not like I actually -needed- makeup.

My parents barely noticed me as I threw bread into the toaster and impatiently tapped my foot-as if that would help toast the bread any faster. Then suddenly realized all to late that I was thursty and needed something to go with my toast. So, I went and got some orange juice from the refrigerator, but by the time I got back to my toast...it was burnt.

After toast was devoured it was 6:50AM, leaving ten minutes to get to Evan’s house. School didn’t start until 7:45AM, but Evan wasn’t always a morning person. Does everyone recall the topless pinch and moan routine? Well that always led to…skipping school, so that idea was scrapped for...something that would get us to school.

I had tried kissing, biting, scratching, spanking, singing, cooing, licking, yelling, screaming, and the power of food, but what it had come down to was shaking. Why Evan’s parents did not buy him an alarm clock, I would nev…oh yeah, because I get paid to do it. I suppressed my laugh as I drove to Evan’s house, and instead of thinking, turned on the radio instead.

Hmm…mindless junk about the economy…Spanish gibberish…country crap…thank what ever is above because Evan’s driveway was in view. My fingers slipped over the knob of the volume as I pulled into the drive. I glanced at the clock, 5:58AM, two minutes to spare! I cheered myself for my promptness and turned off my car. I opened my car door and hopped out as light as ever on my feet, even though earlier I was in a rush.

My car keys jingled as I swung my car door closed. The fingers of my right hand tried to find the house key to my statutory relationship beyond that very door of which I spy in front of my little eye.

I rolled my eyes at myself and slid the key into the chamber. Instead of turning the key as I usually would, the door opened in front of me to reveal a half asleep thirteen year old in his favorite boxers. I raised an eyebrow suspiciously, but he just rubbed the sleep from his eyes, muttered a ‘good morning’, then proceeded to advance to the kitchen of the establishment of which he lived.

He seemed…normal enough, except that he was up early. That was defiantly odd. Though at first, he had greeted me in this manner, but I had thought that had long since faded. Being a teenager myself, I knew how much sleeping in was tempting, and with the opportunity to do so-even more tempting.

My blue eyes followed him while he made his cereal, then perch upon a stool at the bar of the kitchen to eat said bowl of cereal. He looked into the bowl before scooping some cereal into his spoon to bring to his lips. Those lips of which kissed mine oh so many times, their softness grazing my pale skin, and the pleasure those lips could create.

He was looking at me, regarding me. All I could do was smile and press my thighs together hoping to keep the forming wetness at bay. Evan smiled back and patted the stool next to him. I casually walked over, around his stool to sit on the other side of him.

I was confused to some degree and just sat beside him, quietly, letting my eyes wander. They fell to Evan’s hands; the left one held the spoon and I realized all too late that Evan was at least somewhat ambidextrous. Too late for his right hand slid along my inner thighs. Seems I have been found out, either that or he was hoping to skip school.

“I missed you yesterday.” Yesterday-Sunday, the one day that Evan’s work-a-holic parents actually took off. Though, not for religious reasons which did seem odd, though understandable since small towns shut down except for restaurants which serviced the after church lunch crowd.

I leaned over and kissed his cheek, “I missed you too.” My fingers found their way into Evan’s silky dark locks, just as his were about to find the juncture between my thighs. Definitely wants to skip school. I pulled away from him and stood, kissing his head I whispered into his ear, “No skipping today.”

He groaned, as well as he could with a mouthful of cereal, “But! It’s a Monday. You hate Mondays. I hate Mondays. It’s a win-win situation!” I shook my head two words coming to mind, ‘horny bugger.’ I would just have to try and reason with him, yes…reason.

Seems that I was more of a pushover than I led myself to believe, either that or Evan had inherited his parents’ business skills, for the ‘horny bugger’ was leading me by the hand to his bedroom to do unmentionable things to my body.

What I thought wasn’t necessarily what happened, for down the hall of which Evan led me, was not to his room. Right past it in fact, past the study as well, and right into his parents bedroom. “Uhh…what are we doing in your parents bedroom?”

Evan just smiled and turned me around to push me to sit on his parents’ bed. “Their bed is bigger, as you can tell.” Evan gestured to the four-poster bed on which I sat. The thick columns rose well above my head nearly touching the ceiling that was much higher than the rest of the house. The mattress was definitely comfortable, I noticed because I laid my back upon it to stare at the ceiling earlier.

Lying beside me, Evan rested a hand against my somewhat exposed stomach. I turned my head sideways and stared into his eyes smiling. Though a quick glance at the bedside clock made me frown. It was 7:46AM. Evan noticed where I was looking and leaned over me, “Just forget about it.” The hand on my stomach strayed beneath the cotton pull-over caressing skin until fingers encountered more cotton. Evan caressed the fabric of my bra before touching his lips to mine, to make the first kiss we’ve had in twenty-four hours.

Who knew that physical touch could do so much, and it helped me forgot. I forgot where we were, and what the consequences could be if we were caught. Just to be with Evan helped me in so many ways. Before him there was nothing that I could remember, but now he was my something.

Going off into my thoughts as I always do, I missed how Evan had pushed my bra and shirt to rest against my chest to get to what lie beneath. The cool air coming from the high ceiling vents above washed over my skin raising every hair of skin that it could reach. The skin slightly darker in color rose to the occasion as well, making the boy above me smile in delight. As if he had just found candy, Evan swooped down upon the raised flesh to shower it in saliva.
***
“The extra space is definitely a plus.” Through all the times that Evan and I have shared an intimate lapse of time, it had never been as long or as ‘earth shattering’ (‘scuse the cliché) as before.

“I’ve been reading stuff on the internet…again.” He smiled at me, “Did you like?” I stroked his cheek and nodded, I did not dare speak for fear of speaking my forever-undying love to the boy laying next to me. That was just it, he was a boy, not a man. Somehow my emotions could not deny the feelings I had for said boy.

We lay face to face on Evan’s parents’ four-poster bed. If I hadn’t forgot about everything as I had when Evan was ‘loving me up’, I might have heard a key slipping into the front door lock as I had before. If I hadn’t listened to Evan I would have heard the keys thrown on the kitchen bar. If I hadn’t been such a pushover, I would have heard the voices. If I were not in love with the thirteen year old boy lying next to me, softly slumbering with his hand coiled around mine, I would have heard the door opening.
***
“We are -very- disappointed in you,” the loud booming voice of Evan’s father seemingly beat down my hopes of ever escaping a prison sentence. “But,” Evan’s mother spoke and my hopes rose, as did my eyes to the woman before me, holding my fate within her very fingertips. “We will never bring this to the attention of the police, if you swear to never talk, much less have physical contact with Evan ever again.” My face fell, yet the prospect of skipping prison was very relieving. ‘With Evan ever again’ rang through my ears, through my skull, through my mind. “Attention of the police-talk to Evan ever again.”

Evan was locked in his room while his parents and I occupied the living room. “This is the type of offer you can’t refuse,” Evan’s father was serious despite the obvious pun. "I'm glad we caught this early though," Evan's mother turned to talk to her husband. "Indeed, those promotions were well deserved and paid leave as well." Her husband replyed but kept his piercing gaze upon me. "They could not have come at a better time. Well, girl?"

I swallowed the bile rising within my throat and looked down whilst I spoke against everything that I ever felt. “I swear,” I almost choked, “to never speak”, was getting harder to breath, “much less have”, throat cracked, hurt beyond words, “physical contact with Evan,” do I know what I’m getting into? “Ever again.”
***
It didn’t help that we went to the same school. It didn’t help the way he stared from a far off distance longing for me. It -really- didn’t help that feelings did not go away as soon as I wished them.

My head was in my hands by the time that the bell rang for break. I was starting to feel sick as I stood and left the classroom. Someone sidled up next to me, but I ignored it and kept walking.

“Are you just going to let them win?” That voice! GOD that voice did not know what it does to me. Tears welled up and stung my eyes as I ignored Evan and went into the girls’ bathroom hurridly.

I pushed past a group of gossiping girls exiting and pushed my way into an empty stall, sitting down upon the porceline toilet seat, burying my face into my hands once again.

I knew I couldn’t avoid him my whole life, and as luck would have it I couldn’t avoid him now. His parents did not understand how hard it was to keep my end of the bargain. The door to my stall suddenly opened a crack then was pulled open quickly to admit another person within the small stall.

My shoulders were roughly seized, and my hands fell from my face only for lips to be pressed against mine. Such lips I have dreamt of for the past few weeks of which no talking or physical contact was… I shoved Evan from me, but kept my mouth shut and simply pointed to the exit of the girls’ bathroom. I had to keep my wits about me, or prison would be my final destination for not doing so.

“Melody!” I looked to Evan sprawled upon the tile floor in front of me. “I…-love- you.” My eyes welled up with new tears as I stepped over Evan, my love, and ran through the exit of the bathroom, through the halls, through the entrance/exit of the building and to my car. I had meant to hurt him by doing that. I wanted him to stay away from me so that I would not be tempted to dive back into that relationship of which made my world.

Those hands of which touched my heated skin and made it crawl with delight. Those eyes roving over my nakedness, and made my heart flutter and my breath catch. I banged my head against my car steering wheel, I was torturing myself.
***
I didn’t go to school the next day, or the day after that. I lay in my bed, as pitiful as ever, my tears long since dried on my pillow just as they had weeks before. I claimed to be sick with the flu, and I’m sure that I looked like I had the flu, if anyone ever saw me. Though no one did, no one came to visit like I thought they would. Well, not just anyone, Evan.

It had been weeks and still the hurt did not lessen. Possibly because I continued to torture myself with memories. Though I did not have a picture to help me grieve for my lost love, but it was better that way for I knew if I did have a picture I would only torture myself more.

By the third day I really did feel sick, though maybe with the stomach flu instead of the regular flu since I expelled my stomach contents more than a couple of times. Retching all the contents I downed all came back up so quickly only to fall into what they would have fell into anyway.

As the days wore on it seemed to get worse, and my mother was forced to take me to the doctor.
***
“Pregnant!” The doctor boasted joyfully, “Who’s the lucky husband?” My mouth fell open, while I was sure my mother’s had done the same. “You must be mistaken, my daughter hasn’t had sex, she hasn’t had time. All she’s done the past two months were go to school and work.”

“Test doesn’t lie!” The old quacker responded. “There must have been a switch up in urine samples or something…blood samples…” My mother was obviously pulling at loose straws. My head had bowed to look at the floor somewhere in the middle of my mother’s denile. She was looking at me now with a piercing gaze of which I tried to avoid.

“What do you have to say?” She was glaring at me now I could tell even though I could not see the look in her eyes. “If I’m pregnant I’m pregnant, there is nothing else to say.”

“You still have seven months of school left! You’re going to be nine months pregnant when you graduate! Are you happy with how your LIFE is going to turn out?” I stared at the floor and pretended to not listen to her. This was going to be more of a problem than what she thought it was going to be. If she was yelling now, well I just wouldn’t tell her…though she would want to know who is the father of my unborn child.
***
“Hello?”
“Mrs-“
She hung up on me again. I thought this was going to be hard, but I had no idea.

I bit my bottom lip and looked at the carpet of my room. I turned on the cordless phone again and redialed the number. (1)
“I’m pregnant.” I said softly.
“WHAT?!?”
“I said, I’m pregnant.”
“…MY son isn’t the father of that bastard!”
“He’s the only one I was…you know…”
“Hahaha, very funny little miss whore!”
“I could send you the test results via fax machine.”
“You’re really serious aren’t you?” I could hear her voice tremble.
“Of course, why would I lie about something like this?”
“So you can …MY SON CANT BE THE FATHER! HE’S TOO YOUNG... to father a child…I’ll call you back.” The phone was set down gently and the click was barely audible.
***
I waited for her to call me back, but it didn’t seem that she was going to. I waited, staring at my phone set on my bed in front of my crossed legs. No ring from the phone.

I was back in school shortly after going to the doctor, and saw Evan every now and then, though he did not look at me. It seems he must have given up on me, mainly because I played by his parents’ rules which I'm sure he did not like since he thought his parents were wrong in doing what they did.

I strolled up to my locker and opened it. Everyone did not know that I was pregnant, they knew nothing, and this scared me what they would think when they did know. Roumors, lies, and over all trouble. I sighed and fingered the spine of a book longingly wishing it were Evan's soft cheek. Then pulled the book roughly into my arms dismissing the thought.

A note fell out of my locker where it had been stuffed next to the book I had seized. I bent to pick it up, afraid of what it might entail. I opened it slowly then read.
‘Meet me @ the community park under the swings if my mother doesn’t call you tonight.’

I smiled and looked around for Evan, but did not see him. I stuffed the note into my pocket and sped-walked to my car.
***
“Hello?”
“Melody?”
“Uh…yes Mrs-“
“My husband and I have come to a decision. You are to marry our son. We already have been granted the allowance from the courts of the United States for you and Evan to be married.”

Married. Seven letter word that meant so much, yet said as if it were an ordinary thing. I blinked and looked at the phone, Evan's mother had long since hung up and the phone emitted a very annoying noise.

I hung up the phone then stared at it more as if I were in a foggy haze. Marriage. Marriage with Evan. It seemed surreal.
***
TBC?

(1) OMG! Someone just called when I typed ‘redialed’. Scary.