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CHAPTER 15
It felt like my brain was on fire. Like a volcano about to erupt. Like
a bomb about to explode. Like a...well you get the idea.
My best friend... just asked me to be his girlfriend. This is one of
those things that could melt a girl's heart. Any girl would be on cloud
nine. I mean he is handsome, tall, nice, and athletic and is my best
friend. Any girl would be stupid enough to say no thank you. It's like
hitting the jackpot.
Oh, wait, I know a girl that would say no to such a thing. How about a
girl that is no girl at all!
My mouth was wide open. I was in shock. Yet, that didn't stop Michael
from going for more. He leaned in for round three of kissing, not
waiting for my answer or even a word to be said. As if he knew my
answer. But this time I wasn't having it.
I put both my hands on Michael's chest to keep him from getting any
closer to me. I was weirded out, yet to a small degree, a little bit
excited. I could feel his pecks beneath my hands. I could feel how
strong Michael was. Which was making my heart continue racing, yet also
reminded me that I was wearing some faux boobs on my own chest.
"Michael, please stop," I asked as I tried to hold him back.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
What's wrong? What's wrong? There is so much to say for an answer to
that question. I didn't want any of this. I don't want any of this,
right? I don't want this. Do I? I don't know anything anymore. I'm
surprised I even remember my name. Charlie is fighting with Vanessa and
Kyleigh is asking to join the battle. I'm don't want to be a
girlfriend. I want a girlfriend. Yeah, that's what I want.
"Michael, you know what is wrong," I said. "Don't, play stupid with
me," I added.
Michael didn't say anything but he stopped trying to kiss me.
"Michael, I can't do this. I must not do this. I can't do this. I must
not do this," I said.
"Charlie, you said you can't, but not that you don't want to," he said.
"No, stop trying to mess with me. I'm not in the mood for mind games,"
I said with a little attitude.
I looked down and saw the ice cream on the grown. I must have just
thrown it when we started kissing. I looked back at Michael and he was
just staring at me.
"Michael, I think you should take me home now," I said as I uncrossed
my legs and stood up.
"I don't get it Charlie. I thought you would be excited about being my
girlfriend," Michael said not moving from the bench.
"Excited? Michael, you don't know fucking shit," I said pissed off.
"What would make you think I want to be your girlfriend? I asked. "You
are clueless about what I want," I added.
"Well, you did go out on a date with me tonight. You did just make out
with me. And that clearly means you are attracted to me."
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" I said, kind of loud. "I went out
with you tonight because I thought you were going to tell everyone at
school about what I been up to if I didn't go. And I was just lost in
the moment, you caught me off guard. I didn't want to kiss you," I
said, telling the truth, or was I maybe lying to myself? I pictured
myself on 100s of dates before tonight. Never once was I the one
wearing the dress. Yet that is where I find myself now. And I'm trying
to defend it and I can't truly even explain it.
"Michael, I want to go home. Please take me home. I can't handle this
anymore, plus my feet are killing me," Which was what was coming to
mind as I stood there in front of him.
"Fine, I don't get why you're being such a bitch," Michael said as he
got up.
Did he just call me a bitch? Even his insults at me refer to me as a
woman. Is he insane? He is treating me like a girl yet he knows I'm
not.
We both walked over to his car. I was standing by the passenger door
and Michael just walked passed me and around to the driver side. He
didn't open the door for me this time, that bastard. We both got in and
Michael started to drive me home. We both just sat in silence, but out
of the corner of my eye I could still see Michael taking glances at my
legs. Besides that, just complete silence till we got to my house.
I looked out the window towards my house. "Um, I don't know what to
say."
"Just get out," Michael said.
"Ok, um... night," I said as I open the door and got out.
Before I could even close the door behind me, Michael was driving off.
"What an asshole," I said to myself. I walked to the front door,
unlocked and walked in. Just as I did I heard a car pull up in the
driveway. "Is Michael back to try again?" I thought. I looked out the
window next to the front door and could see my mom getting out of her
car. "Oh FUCK! What is she doing home already?"
I turned and ran to the stairs and then up, not till I got to the top
did I notice I was still in the heels.
I ran into my mom's bedroom, removed the red heels and put them back
where I got them from. I turned and ran back to by bedroom and locked
the door just as I heard the front door open and close. I quickly
removed my dress, the pantyhose, bra and panties and hide them in the
back of my closet along with the jewelry I was wearing. I should be
safe now. I made it. So I made my way into the shower to clean the
night off me.
After my shower I got myself some shorts and a top to wear. I took a
look in the mirror to make sure I got all my makeup off. I did, every
bit of it. My hair was still wet, my clothes were a little baggy and
yet, I still looked very girly. I could easily be mistaken for a miss
more than a mister. Proud and disguised at the same time I was.
I could feel my stomach making noises. I was pretty hungry. All I had
was that tiny bit of ice cream. We never got to eat our dinner at the
restaurant. I grabbed my bedroom door knob and was about to go to
downstairs to the kitchen when, lucky for me, I looked down and saw the
red on my toenails still. So after I put some socks on, I finally went
downstairs.
As I entered the kitchen I saw my mom, making herself something to eat.
"Hi, Son," my mom said.
"Hey, Mom," I said back. As I walked over to the fridge to get
something to drink, I looked up at the clock and noticed what time I
was. 10 PM. Mom wasn't mean to be home till midnight. And my date only
lasted 2 hours. If it didn't go so bad, I would have come home later
and in my yellow dress still. Mom would have been home already and I
would have been caught.
"Mom, what are you doing home already? I thought you worked till
midnight tonight?" I asked.
"I was going to but it was really slow so the head nurse told me to go
home and get some sleep. I was just about to ask you what are you doing
home already? How was your date? Did Kyleigh have a nice time?" my mom
asked.
"Oh, yeah. It was good. It could have been better, but Kyleigh seemed
like she had fun," I said. It sounded good to me. "She couldn't stay
out too late. So we called it an early night," I added.
"Can I ask you something?" my mom asked.
Oh shit. Mom knows something is up. What is she going to ask me? Does
she know everything? How long have you been wearing my clothes? Is that
it? Oh, crap, did she talk to Ms. Richards? Does she know about my real
date tonight?
"Um... sure mom. What is it?" I said scared of the question.
"I saw the roses in the cup over there," Vanessa said pointing toward
the corner of the room.
I totally forgot about them. Crap.
"Oh, yeah the roses," I said.
"Did you forget to give them to Kyleigh?" Mom asked.
"Yep. I was so excited that I forgot them when I left the house," I
said, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Do you want me to keep them or do you want to throw them away?" she
asked.
"You can toss them mom."
"I got another question for you," Vanessa said.
Oh, crap. Here it comes. She is just making me sweat, trying to get
something out of me.
"What is it Mom?" I asked, heart rushing again.
"I was making myself a chicken sandwich. Would you like one?" she
asked.
"Yes, mom. That would be great," I said.
I did it. I got away with all of it again.
Mom finished making our food, handed me mine, kissed me on the forehead
and said "Here you go sonny boy. I'm taking mine upstairs and going to
get ready for bed. Sleep tight."
I sat there for a few moments, kind of in a daze just eating my
sandwich. What am I going to do about Michael? He is still my best
friend and I don't what to lost that, but how can I look at him the
same way? Before he was just a dude I hung out with. Watching baseball
games together. Playing video games together. But now he is the guy I
made out with. The guy I slow danced with. The guy that got an erecting
from dancing close to me. How can I look at him and not think about
that stuff. And not only that, but he wanted to keep it going. He
wanted me to be his....his girlfriend. I don't know what I'm going to do,
but I do know I can't deal with it right now. I too, am going to bed.
No alarm. No buzzing to wake me up. God I love Saturdays.
I woke up and went to the restroom. I pulled out my tooth brush and
looked at the mirror. My hair was a mess, yet even still, it looked
very girly. I was having a hard time finding the guy I should be.
I finished up and made my way downstairs for breakfast. My mom was up
and making eggs.
"Morning, sonny boy. How'd you sleep?" Mom asked.
"Surprisingly, very well," I said. "I don't even remember if I dreamed
or not last night," I added.
"What you up today? Going to hang out with Mike or something?" Mom
asked.
"Um, nope. I don't really have any plans today. Maybe just play some
video games or read some comics or something. I don't really know," I
answered.
"Well if you want, I could use some company today. I was going to run
to a few stores and your company would be nice," Mom said. "If you
would like to come," she added.
"You know what mom, I would like that. What about Neil?"
"Oh he is still at his friend's house. He called and asked it If was
alright if he could go to the movies with his friend and his friend's
family. I told him I didn't mind," Mom said as she put the eggs on a
plate. "So you and I can have a Mother/Son day all to ourselves,"
Vanessa added with a smile. "Would you like some OJ with your eggs?"
She asked.
"Yes, please."
We both finished up and both made our way up stairs to get dressed. I
was looking in my closest and grabbed my Maroon 5 concert t shirt, a
pair of straight leg blue jeans, and my chuck all stars. I combed my
hair down and it didn't look too bad. I thought I would wear a hat. I
think I left my Phillies hat down in the family room. As I got
downstairs, mom was already standing there waiting for me. It's rare to
see my mom in clothes other than her nurse scrubs. So I took notice to
what she was wearing and it caught me off guard. She was wearing a t
shirt, pair of tight black shorts that showed a lot of leg, and a pair
of black wedge heels. What caught me off guard was the t shirt. It was
the same light pink top with the dark pink heart on it that I wore to
the mall when I meet Carolynn. It was weird to think about how I wore
that shirt before, and out in public and my mom had no idea what so
ever.
"What?" my mom asked.
"What?" I said right back, confused.
"Is there something wrong? You look liked you just saw a ghost,"
Vanessa said.
"Oh, um no Mom, you look fine. I was just lost in thought," I said.
"Oh, well let's get going," Mom said as she grabbed her big black purse
from the counter.
We went out to her car and started driving down the road.
"So, where to first, mom?" I asked.
"Well first place I want to go is Home Depot. I wanted to get some
nails and brackets to hang up some frames I bought a few weeks ago,"
Vanessa said.
In about 10 minutes we pulled up to the store.
As we walked in one of the workers came over to greet us.
"Welcome to Home Depot. Can I help you find what you were looking for?"
The man asked. He looked like he was about 65 year old.
"We are looking for your nails and things to help us hang some frames,"
my mom told the man.
"Right this way, I'll show you," he said.
As we followed him to the nail aisle, I could hear my mom's heels
clicking on the hard floor. It made me think of when I made that sound
walking in her shoes. And you can tell others heard the same noise.
Home Depot is defiantly a man's store, and I could see all the men in
the store turning to check my mom out. She was defiantly a head turner.
Some would call her a MILF.
As we got to the nail aisle, the man said "Here you go ma'am. Is there
anything else I can help you ladies with?" he asked as he looked at my
mom and me.
Did he just say "you ladies"? Does he think I'm a girl? What the hell?
I know I have been looking somewhat girly without even trying, but I'm
not dressed like a girl, I'm not even wearing makeup. And we're in a
man's man store. Maybe I just heard him wrong.
"No we are good, thanks," my mom said.
We paid for the nails and got out of there. As we walked back to the
car I stood by the passenger door waiting for my mom to unlock the
doors. As I looked at my reflection in the window, I could see that I
forgot my hat. I totally forgot. I think seeing my mom in that pink
shirt threw me off. And now my hair was puffed up a little bit from the
wind outside. I actually did look somewhat girly. Shit, that guy did
think I was a girl. I got a feeling this was going to be a long day.
On to the next stop.
"I wanted to go to this store I like. I wanted to get a new pair of
jeans," my Mom said.
"Ok," Was all I said. I wondered if Mom heard or noticed that guy at
Home Depot call us ladies. Even if she didn't, I wondered if she thinks
I looked girly now.
Another 10 minutes went by and my little story turned into a horror
movie. That is what I thought as we pulled into the CharMe Boutique
parking lot. "Shit," I thought to myself. We walked in and little bell
above the door rang. "I'll be right with you," a voice said from the
back of the store.
"No rush. I know what I'm looking for," Vanessa said as she walked over
to the jean section.
I, myself didn't know what to do. Part of me was just standing there
trying to look like your normal 16 year old boy, the other half of me
was looking at all the clothes on the mannequins. Looking to see if it
matched 'my style'or 'Kyleigh's style'. Since Michael said I would
probably like the stuff here.
I was staring at all the clothes, too scared to move, when I saw a girl
come up from the back of the store and over to me.
"Hi, can I help you?" she asked.
"Um, no. My mom over there is looking to buy some jeans I believe," I
said.
"Ok, well if you need any help, just let me know," She replied. "We are
having a sale on our dresses today; if you want to try any on, just let
me know," she said as she walked away from me and over to my mom.
Just great. She thinks I'm a girl too. And what is worst is she knows
me. You would think she would recognize her brother's best friend. I
have known her since I was like 7. Not only does she not know I'm
Charlie but she is trying to sell me one of her dresses.
I stayed place, as my mom picked out jeans.
"Honey, I want to try these on real quick to make sure they fit," my
mom said as she walked back to the dressing room with 3 pairs of jeans
in hand.
Jenna walked back to the front of the store to join me.
"So how are you doing today? Having a nice Mother/Daughter day?" I was
asked.
"I'm good," I said ignoring her other question.
"I love your shirt!" she said staring at my t shirt. "Isn't Adam Levine
the sexiest? I love him so much," Jenna said.
"I like their music," I said, ignoring those comments too.
"I'm Jenna, by the way," she said. "What your name?" She asked.
Great. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to lie, but if I say
Charlie, she is going to put two and two together and realize she knows
me and that I'm not a girl. But if I lie and tell her Kyleigh, one, she
might say something to my mom and two, maybe Michael mentioned Kyleigh
to her. And I can't say Vanessa, cause what if she asks what my mom's
name is. We can't both be Vanessa. Ugh. Brain.. hurting... again.
Fuck it. I just went with the first name to come to mind.
"My name is...," I said just as I was saved by my mom.
"I'm going to go and buy these," my mom said interrupting me.
Thank you lord! Dodge the bullet.
"Ok" Jenna said as she took the jeans to ring up. "Are you sure you
don't want to look at any of our dresses. The sale is over tomorrow. We
have a really cute white one with polka dots that your daughter would
look really pretty in," Jenna added as she continued to ring up the
jeans.
"My daughter?" Vanessa asked.
Shit, shit shit! My mom defiantly heard that one. I tried to save the
day by butting in on the conversation.
"Mom, can we go to Starbucks after you're done here?" I said trying to
get the subject changed fast. "I could really use a frappuccino," I
added.
"Sure honey," Mom said as Jenna said, "That will be $65 ma'am."
My mom handed Jenna her credit card and paid.
"Thank you," my mom said as Jenna handed her back her card and her
jeans in a bag.
"No thank you. And please come again. Enjoy the rest of your Saturday
girls," Jenna said, adding a little bit more fuel to the fire.
We left the store and made our way back to the car.
Like I said before, this looks like it's going to be a long one and
it's not over yet.
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