Rebel Yelling

*Jimmy*

Dinner was nice. Mrs. Forrest and I got along well. Grace lightly took my hand at the table.

�Mom,� she said. �Can Jimmy stay over tonight?� I paused hard. My eyes shifted to her. Is she sure about this?, I thought. But, her mother smiled.

�Alright,� she said. I blinked at her for a second.

�Thanks!� I blurred out. Mrs. Forrest smiled.

�It�s nice to have guests for a change,� she said.

�How many do you usually have?� I asked.

�Not many,� she said with a laugh. I found myself calmer at this information. Maybe, this won�t be so bad.

I helped Mrs. Forrest and Grace clean the table. (I insisted on doing so just to be nice.) As I put the dishes in the dishwasher, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I whipped right around. Mrs. Forrest stood over me. I blinked at her.

�Yes?� I asked.

�Do you love my daughter?� she asked.

�What?�

�I have to know now�do you or do you not love my daughter?�

�I suppose��

�Don�t suppose. Yes or no?�

I sighed. �Yes, I love your daughter.�

Mrs. Forrest kept a serious look on her face. �Then promise me this; you will be careful with her.�

I blinked at her again. �Okay��

�I�m serious! Grace is a sick girl! She needs stability in her life. Can you give that to her?�

I pushed my lips together. �I�ll try.�

�No. Do more than try!�

I nodded at her. �I will.�

Mrs. Forrest kept her serious face. �Good night.� Then, she disappeared out of the kitchen into the dining room. I watched her, confused. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Mrs. Forrest�s words sat heavily in my mind as I walked down the hall. Stability? Where the hell did that come from? I did not sign up for this.

But then, I paused. A pair of light blue eyes glowed before me.

�Grace?� I asked. �What are you doing up?� She just gave me a little smile. Grace took small steps towards me. Her arms came around my neck.

�Come to bed with me,� she whispered. I blinked at her.

�You sure?� I asked. �What about your mom?�

�Shhh,� she whispered. �It�s okay. Kiss me.�

�But��

�Kiss.� She pressed her lips against mine. I paused for a moment, then I gave into her kiss. In moments, Grace led me to her bed. We undressed and gave in even further. I�m not the one who usually folds. I make the girls do that. But, something about Grace stirred a strange warm feeling within me. I don�t want to say love; I don�t do that. I can�t really describe it.

All I know is that Grace smelt really good after we rode each other that night. I could still smell her hair in the morning.