Maggie's Five ...the first in a LOVE story (28 page)

Naturally Mum
did her silently-angry thing.

The night he
came home and tried to cover it up by throwing it out there in the
middle of a rushed running sentence,
‘… Wow, you look great. Did
you get your hair done? We’re leaving November twenty eight. Is
that a new dress?’
was hilarious.

My old man’s
awesome for a parental unit, but such an amateur. Like that was
ever going to work. He should have gone the hug-and-hold. That’s
what I would have done. The hug makes her melt. The hold keeps her
mouth pressed against your chest so she can barely breathe, let
alone yell. Cling to her like that long enough and she’s making
your favourite meal for dinner – usually with dessert.

Dad knew he’d
stuffed up, but he just couldn’t stop his mouth from moving. He was
royally screwed when he followed up with,
‘Hey I guess that
means we can call in Christmas lunch with your parents this
year.’
- big cheesy grin in place like it’s the best idea he
has ever come up with.

Mum did that
thing where her lips press together until they turn white and get
creased at the sides. Her eyes go so big and round they look like
they’re going to pop out of her head. It’s awesome, and a little
scary.

I choked on my
laugh and immediately left the room. Don’t worry; I wanted to get
stuck into him about it too. But there really are some things a son
should never see. Watching his dad get his dick handed to him by
his mum is definitely one of them.

So I ran, like
the smarter man that I am, and brought it up over dinner later that
night. Mum went silent angry, pinched mouth, big eyed again and I
ate so fast I got indigestion.

From then on,
whenever I brought up missing out on something all my friends were
doing… well, let’s just say that I’d get a bigger helping come
desert time and Dad is reminded about his expanding waistline and
heart disease.

“
Is
Jon going?” Maggie asks, looking up at me hopefully.

He will be after
I tell him he is. We both know that if Jon’s not on board, it’s not
happening for Brendan.

You know what
else sucks?

Maggie’s
boyfriend’s brother is one of my best friends. So lucky me, I get
to see Maggie and Brendan together, as in
to-geth-er
, more
often than I care too.

Yeah, nah,
that’s not fair. Brendan’s a great guy. Unfortunately. I kinda wish
he wasn’t. That way I could’ve made a move on Maggie ages ago. It
sucks big ones too see him with his hands all over her.

Okay - I’ll give
him that one too. If she was my girl, I wouldn’t be able to keep my
hands off her either. Or my tongue, or my-
shhit
; the amount
of times I’ve dreamt about having that full mouth of hers wrapped
around my cock… damn.

Just because
Brendan’s okay, and his brother’s a friend, doesn’t mean I like it
any less. Jealousy is a horny bitch. And so are eighteen year old
guys.

“
Yeah, I’m picking him up this afternoon. We’re driving down
together. You wanna come with?”

She’s going to
say no. My car doesn’t have a back seat. It’s a white, two door ’68
Rebel and seriously cool. It was my grandfather’s car; he gave it
to me before he died.

“
Oh,
thanks, but we all can’t fit.”

Nope, we can’t.
She’s frowning, jutting those plump lips out. I lick mine, wishing
I was licking hers.

“
Oh
yeah...” I trail off, rubbing my finger under my mouth, making like
I forgot. At least I gave it a shot. “No problem. I’ll see if I can
borrow the Old’s wagon. We’ll fit.”

You see, it
makes no difference anymore. No matter how much I want it to. I’m
done. Outta here. Hopping on the big metal bird to fly my sorry
butt to the mighty
U. S of A.
So even if she did like me
back, it wouldn’t matter. I’m not going to be around
anyway.

“
You’re the best,” Maggie squeals, bouncing on her toes. “I’ll
double check with Brendan, but I’m sure he’ll love to
go.”

A gust of wind
picks up, freeing some strands of hair from her ponytail. Without
thinking, I step into her space and catch them as they brush across
her chin and catch in that sticky lip gloss shit girls like to
smear on. I slide the soft lengths through my fingers, thinking I
wouldn’t mind a taste of that sticky shit, before setting them
behind her ear. I’m close enough to feel her body heat and let me
just say… she smells
good
.

My heart rate
picks up and I have to clench my jaw to stop my dick from stirring.
I think I may actually hate Brendan Cartwright a little at this
exact moment in time. And I don’t know if I would be too shattered
if he was the one who had to up and leave Maggie.

Taking a small
step back, Maggie says shyly, “It’s windy today,” securing her hair
in place after the wind blows it around some more.

“
Yeah, it is.” What else can I do? It is windy, and the way
her cheeks pink up like that makes me want to kiss her even more.
“I better jet, yeah.” I say, pointing my thumb behind me, because I
really want to do is close the space between us, secure her hair,
that keeps blowing into her face, behind her ear and cup her jaw.
Because I want to trace the length on her nose with mine and find
out if her lips are as soft as they look. “The guys are racing
chairs down The Hill.”

“
Oh
my God. You’re kidding.” Her grin widens and her eyes roll with a
slight shake of her head. Shit she’s cute.

“
Nope.” Laughing at her reaction, I hold up the palm size
video camera my parents gave me to help ease their guilt and record
my last few weeks of home life. I shake it for emphasis, “After the
shit they’ve been shoving in my face the past few weeks, I’ve got
to get them breaking their necks on tape.”

We’re smiling at
each other. Our eyes lock, Maggie’s stops shifting around, her face
reddens, and my chest burns. I’ve forgotten I need oxygen. My body
gravitates towards hers. Maggie doesn’t move. She doesn’t recoil or
flinch or shrink away. She doesn’t leave.

I’m right up in
her space, the tips of our shoes touching - my focus is on her
mouth. That’s how I see her grin falter. Whether it’s in a good way
or not, it doesn’t matter, the moment becomes awkward.

We straighten. I
feel like I should shake her hand or something, it’s so weird.
Instead we both grin like Chucky dolls and turn in opposite
directions with our ‘see-ya’s.’

I’m the only one
to look over a shoulder to watch her walk away.

Okay. So I was
watching her tight little arse while she was walking
away.

Luke is due for
release in winter 2015.

Love
Big & Love Hard

Sandra x