The Chronicles of Yvette Silva
Just an excerpt from Chapter 1 of my book I'm writing. I hope you like it! Please give me feedback. Thanks (:
I met up with Chris after school leaning up against his Jeep, towering over me at a whopping 6' 3. I was greeted with a hug that I needed all day, and a big wet one on the lips, I let out a little chuckle at his sound effects. He walked me over to open the passenger side door and opened it for me, tossing my chem books up and over into the back seat. "You know I can do this on my own right?" I mentioned at his kind manners towards me. "Yeah, but I like to do it. Chivalry isn't dead you know." He jumped up into the other side, listened to the engine roar to life, and pulled away in first gear.
When we reached his large 3 story house on the river, with the cobblestone walls and the sea shelled decorated dock with rowing equipment, we walked up the rock driveway and walked into the front door. I heard talking in the kitchen, must have been his mother and father talking about the latest in the newspaper. Chris and I passed through the kitchen to give them a hug, grab some grapes and water, and ran upstairs to "study". As we would tell his parents.
I ran and leaped on his gigantic bed falling on my back. He joined in except crawled up, grabbed me, and held me there. "Ahhh" I thought. I could stay in his arms all day and never ever leave.
"So." Chris started. "I have behaved all day and have not said one single thing about your birthday tomorrow. We are doing something for your eighteenth; you realize that right, mi amor?" I nodded, figuring I might as well agree with him, and planted a little kiss on his nose. "Alright, what do you wanna do?" He looked at me, with the 'I'm not telling you face'. Might as well shouldn't have brought it up, he wouldn't tell me anyway.
I sat up, and mentioned, "Tonight, should be movie night. What do you think?" I tossed a large green grape in to his mouth; he swallowed and nodded, as we walked up one more flight of stairs, to the projection room, just for movies. I sat on the plush tan- cream colored couch, and waited for Chris to come join me, so I could have his chest to lean my head on.
We watched "Zombieland" and "The Hangover", before I got sleepy. I guess Chris noticed I was getting a little sleepy, because he looked down at me and said, "Let's go to bed, we've got a long day tomorrow." When he realized I was so tired that I couldn't get up, he scooped me up with ease and carried me back down to the second story and set me down on his bed. I managed to get myself under his thick comforters before I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. He jumped in the bed along with me, held me in his arms, and we fell asleep together by the sound of each other's breathing.
I never really dream, or more like I never usually remember my dreams, but since June started my dreams have been so vivid, a little too real.
I had regular dreams that converted into nightmares. It somehow seemed like the far, far future. Chris and I were on a beautiful island. Was... was that a ring I saw on my left hand? Was this our honeymoon? I doubt it. I couldn't tell, it was a little fuzzy. We we're on a hammock, just watching the sunset meet the waves way out on the horizon, then it went black. Just black. It felt like my eyes we're opening, in the dream however. I woke up, in a dark, creepy, unknown place. That's all I remember, before Chris woke me up.
He looked worried when he saw me sit up gasping for air. He panicked. "Are you OK Yvette? What happened?" He sat up and squeezed me tightly, I calmed down.
Once I dug my face out of his chest, I looked over at his shoulder at alarm clock glowing bright red; the time says 4:37 AM. Once he saw I calmed down, he glanced at what I was looking at. "Happy Birthday babe!" And planted a beautiful kiss on my lips. I chuckled at him, mentioned a thanks, and said, "Go back to bed, can't wait to see your gorgeous face when I wake back up." He kissed me on my forehead and adjusted us to go back to sleep.
The thing was, is I couldn't sleep. Not after what I just saw in my dream. Did that mean something? I kept myself up with the endless questions. I officially came to the conclusion that I couldn't sleep and watched his stunning face until I saw his bright blue eyes slowly come open with a smile on his face. He picked me up out of the bed, put my legs around his chiseled body, spun me around and kissed me up and down my face and neck, ending on my lips. "So how does it feel to be eighteen?" He asked. I shrugged. "I feel old." At least I'm not forced to live with my father anymore. I thought. He gave out a loud laugh. I defiantly needed a shower, I told him I was going to take one and would be downstairs in a little bit.
When we reached his large 3 story house on the river, with the cobblestone walls and the sea shelled decorated dock with rowing equipment, we walked up the rock driveway and walked into the front door. I heard talking in the kitchen, must have been his mother and father talking about the latest in the newspaper. Chris and I passed through the kitchen to give them a hug, grab some grapes and water, and ran upstairs to "study". As we would tell his parents.
I ran and leaped on his gigantic bed falling on my back. He joined in except crawled up, grabbed me, and held me there. "Ahhh" I thought. I could stay in his arms all day and never ever leave.
"So." Chris started. "I have behaved all day and have not said one single thing about your birthday tomorrow. We are doing something for your eighteenth; you realize that right, mi amor?" I nodded, figuring I might as well agree with him, and planted a little kiss on his nose. "Alright, what do you wanna do?" He looked at me, with the 'I'm not telling you face'. Might as well shouldn't have brought it up, he wouldn't tell me anyway.
I sat up, and mentioned, "Tonight, should be movie night. What do you think?" I tossed a large green grape in to his mouth; he swallowed and nodded, as we walked up one more flight of stairs, to the projection room, just for movies. I sat on the plush tan- cream colored couch, and waited for Chris to come join me, so I could have his chest to lean my head on.
We watched "Zombieland" and "The Hangover", before I got sleepy. I guess Chris noticed I was getting a little sleepy, because he looked down at me and said, "Let's go to bed, we've got a long day tomorrow." When he realized I was so tired that I couldn't get up, he scooped me up with ease and carried me back down to the second story and set me down on his bed. I managed to get myself under his thick comforters before I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. He jumped in the bed along with me, held me in his arms, and we fell asleep together by the sound of each other's breathing.
I never really dream, or more like I never usually remember my dreams, but since June started my dreams have been so vivid, a little too real.
I had regular dreams that converted into nightmares. It somehow seemed like the far, far future. Chris and I were on a beautiful island. Was... was that a ring I saw on my left hand? Was this our honeymoon? I doubt it. I couldn't tell, it was a little fuzzy. We we're on a hammock, just watching the sunset meet the waves way out on the horizon, then it went black. Just black. It felt like my eyes we're opening, in the dream however. I woke up, in a dark, creepy, unknown place. That's all I remember, before Chris woke me up.
He looked worried when he saw me sit up gasping for air. He panicked. "Are you OK Yvette? What happened?" He sat up and squeezed me tightly, I calmed down.
Once I dug my face out of his chest, I looked over at his shoulder at alarm clock glowing bright red; the time says 4:37 AM. Once he saw I calmed down, he glanced at what I was looking at. "Happy Birthday babe!" And planted a beautiful kiss on my lips. I chuckled at him, mentioned a thanks, and said, "Go back to bed, can't wait to see your gorgeous face when I wake back up." He kissed me on my forehead and adjusted us to go back to sleep.
The thing was, is I couldn't sleep. Not after what I just saw in my dream. Did that mean something? I kept myself up with the endless questions. I officially came to the conclusion that I couldn't sleep and watched his stunning face until I saw his bright blue eyes slowly come open with a smile on his face. He picked me up out of the bed, put my legs around his chiseled body, spun me around and kissed me up and down my face and neck, ending on my lips. "So how does it feel to be eighteen?" He asked. I shrugged. "I feel old." At least I'm not forced to live with my father anymore. I thought. He gave out a loud laugh. I defiantly needed a shower, I told him I was going to take one and would be downstairs in a little bit.
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