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-Tinkerbell

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•Wednesday morning, 8:07am•

DING DONG!

DING DONG!

DIIINNNGGG DOOONNNNGGG!

"MOM! Get the door!"

Wait, my parents are at work.

I manage to pull myself outta bed and to the door. I open it. Harley.

"Hi.."she says.

"Hi," I say, coughing.

"Sick or choking?" Harley asks.

"Sick," I say with a sneeze. "I had to walk home in the pouring rain without a jacket Friday night, soooo..I'm sick now."

"Well, bless you.." she says, putting her hands in her pockets and looking down. She has on some khaki cargo shorts, a black cami that stops under her bellybutton, some ankle socks with those Nike slides and her hair is down and straight.

I have on a red, Paul Frank, fuzzy robe, some blue, Spongebob fuzzy pants, and a hello Kitty cami and some Mickey Mouse slippers. My hair is in a bun on the top of my head.

"Why aren't you at school?"

"Skipped."

"You're jut never gonna quit, are you?"

This gets her attention. "Quit what?"

"Being this..'REBEL'. You can never stop breaking rules, can you?"

"Uhhh, I guess not. But that's not why I'm-"

I sneeze.

"Bless you," she says.

"Thanks."

"Anyway, about Friday..look..I didn't mean what I said..and I would've given you a ride home and..and..you could've taken my jacket. See, I don't have a cold. I don't get sick easily. But that's not what I was talking about. I'm sorry for not coming with you. I was pissed-"

"Pissed about what..?"

"I-let me finish. Hold on."

"I'm sorry for flipping out and..I'm most apologetic for calling you candy princess. I know how that agitates you.."

"Yeah, but why were you pissed?"

"I'm getting to that. I know you were upset when you saw me with that girl before you poured the soda on me..I may have a history of being a player..and that probably made you think I was a player..and I TOTALLY deserved all the soda and shit, but you are the one girl I'm actually serious about being with and-"

"YES, BUT WHY WE'RE YOU PISSED?"

Her sea foam green eyes turn black. Black for annoyance. Then they change and blaze grey. Grey for anger. I didn't realize it then..but I saw this grey on Friday night while we were at the club. But right now..she's annoyed and upset at me.

"Looks like your pissed now too. Am I annoying you?" I ask with attitude.

"No. What gave you that idea?"

"You know what's funny? Your mouth is telling one story but your eyes are telling another."

She has a puzzled look and then she realizes what I'm talking about. She rolls her eyes and they turn back to black.

I sneeze and cough a few times.

"You need to get some rest."

"I was until you rang the doorbell."

"LOOK, MADDI! I have a short temper. You know that. And it seems like right now..you're trying to REALLY make me mad. I advise you to stop."

"Ohhh, is that so? I thought you would NEVER, EVER hurt me. Guess you can't keep your promises. Wouldn't be the first time."

For some reason, I AM trying to agitate her. I love seeing her all angry and shit. Why? I don't know. It's just a side of her I've never really see. She doesn't take shit from anyone.

She drops her hands, balls them into fists, and walks back across the street to her house, goes inside, and slams the door shut.

I walk inside and get some orange juice. When I'm done, I grab my keys, lock the door, and walk over to Harley's. I take my hair outta the bun and flip it around a little. I walk inside and lay my keys on the counter. I take off my robe and walk up the stairs to Harley's room. I walk across the hall and peek in the bathroom. She's standing in front of the sink, splashing water on her face. Her eyes are closed so I sneak over and sit on the bathroom counter. She dries off her face and opens her eyes, her long, dark brown eyelashes damp with water.

"Uhhhh, hi," she says.

"Heyy."

"What's..what's up?"

"Just sitting."

"I see.."

I get off the counter and her eyes turn into a mixture of blue, grey, hazel, black, and sea foam green. Flirty. she grabs me by the waist and kisses me.

"I'm sorry about that stupid fight..I just.." she lets go of me. "Do you REALLY wanna know why I was pissed?"

"YES!"

"Ok..did I tell you why my dad isn't around..?"

"..no.."

"Well..after I was born..for some reason..he started abusing my mother. My mom was a teen mom. She wasn't married when she had me..she was working at McDonalds..her family abandoned her..and then, as I grew up..my dad came back, he had a wife..and he demanded money from my mom. If she didn't

give him any, he'd beat her an his new wife would just sit and watch..and laugh. And when I'd try and stop him..he'd beat me too. Once when my mom was at work, he had stopped at my house and I was there by myself..I was about six or seven, give it take a few years. Anyway, he was there to get money. I wouldn't tell him where it was..so he pulled a gun out on me," Harley's eyes start tearing and soon tears are streaming down her cheeks. Her eyes change to dark brown. I've never seen this color before. But by the expression on her face, I can tell it's fear.

"And then..when he was about to..to you know, I ran at him and kicked him in his ball sack. He dropped the gun and I picked it up and ran across the street to my neighbor's. They called the police and he was arrested. I haven't seen him since..but it still haunts me like it happened yesterday. Where you come in..you look SOOO much like his wife. Why someone would want to marry him..I don't know. And I'm sorry for bullying you..I just..I thought you would be like her. But your not. At all."

"Harley..I-"

"Yeah, I know. You don't know what to say. I've heard it all before," she says with a slight smile and a few sniffles.

"I love you. I won't ever let anything hurt you either..but can I ask you something?"

"It won't be like Friday, will it?"

"No. But if you despise your father so much, why do you like the motorcycle? Why did you talk about him so nonchalantly the other night?"

"I don't tell many people about this story. So if there's someone I haven't told, I just talk about it like they got a divorce or he just simply left. Not like all this shit went down."

I wipe her eyes.

"This is why I don't like to talk about it. I don't cry. That's just it. I do not, under any circumstances, cry."

"What about funerals?"

"There's an exception," she says, smiling.

I kiss her. She pulls me closer and we continue to kiss.

"I love you," I say.

"I love you too."

"Harley, how many times have you had sex?"

She sighs. "I told you i'm not like that anymore."

"No, I know. I'm just asking."

"Then like..I don't know. Twelve, thirteen times."

"Wanna make it fourteen?" I ask, slowly.

Her eyes turn gold. Haven't seen that one either. Considering the scenario, I'm guessing it's shock.

"You mean like sex? With who?"

"Uhhh..I don't know. Maybe Selena Gomez. Who do you think?!"

"Well, considering you just said it, Selena Gomez.."

"Me, baby! Sex with me."

"Are you sure you want to?"

"Can't think of anyone else I'd rather get involved with."

"But, I thought you didn't want sex..since your so young and shit and your a virgin."

"I am..but it's worth it. For you," I kiss her again. She pulls away.

"I've been thinking..no sex 'till marriage."

I sigh. "Thank you Jesus."

She laughs. "Wanna watch a movie?"

I sneeze. "Do you have any tissues?"

She walks out the bathroom and comes back with a box of Puffs.

"Thanks," I blow my nose. "I should probably be getting home. My cousin is coming over to 'take care of me'."

"I wanna come too. Let's go."

We walk over to my house and sit in the living room.

DING DONG!

Harley gets up an gets the door.

"Hi."

"Heyy, who are you?" my cousin asks.

"Harley, Maddi's girlfriend."

"She's STILL lesbian?"

"Yes m'am. Got a problem with it?"

"Whoa, guys! Let's all just chill. Heyy, Shae," I say, getting up to greet my cousin.

She has short, blonde hair that stops just above her boobs and her eyes are icy blue.

"Heyy, Maddi. This your girlfriend?"

"Yes. This is my girlfriend."

Shae walks up to me and cups her hand around my ear. "She's cute," she whispers.

Harley walks over to the couch and sits down.

"I love tomboys. They're always so hot."

"Since when did you start liking girls?"

"I just realized it but I'm bi."

"Well, she's my girlfriend. I don't care how hot she is. DON'T try anything."

"Whatever," Shae walks over to Harley.

"Why do you like Maddi? You think she's hot? Funny? Sweet? Why'd you start liking her? Are you serious about her? Have y'all had sex yet?" Harley just sits there and stares up at Shae. Harley's eyes turn black.

"Are you ok?" Shae asks Harley.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Your eyes just changed colors."

"No shit."

"Ok!" I walk over to Shae. "Harley's eyes change color according to her emotions."

"Really? That's so cool."

"Yeah, it's a blessing and a curse," Harley says.

"She's a keeper."

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Heyy! I know the ending is totally bland but I promise part six will be more exciting. Thanks for reading!

-Tinkerbell