Dear Rosey,
Spring break used to be something I never really looked forward to. I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t like it either. It has always just been one of those things that happen and that was that. Since I was 12 every spring break I’ve had, has been the same. My dad goes to work and I lay around the house board out of my skull.
I swear this is the first spring break my dad has requested off since he’s been working as a police officer. I’m telling you, he has been body snatched.
“Get up and put on your swimsuit.” He said opening my door.
“Why?” I complained pulling the blankets over my head.
“You're going to clean Mr. Livingston's pool today, did you think I forgot?”
“Yes,” I grumbled.
“Well I didn’t, get up.” He said.
I had to put on a big shirt over my swimsuit to cover some hickeys. When I walked out of my room you walked out of yours wearing something similar, we looked at each other and giggled.
“What’s with the shirts?” Melissa asked.
“Have you seen that pool?” You shuddered to play off the real reason.
“Okay Mr. Livingston isn’t home but he left his back gate unlocked. He will be back tomorrow and he wants it clean by then. He is bringing his grandkids over to swim. You think you two can do it?” He asked.
“Yes sir.” I gave a mock salute.
We giggled again.
“Alright, well get out there.” He rolled his eyes at our silliness.
“Come on Z.” you grabbed my hand.
I swear all the giggly bubbliness left my body when I saw that pool. You weren’t joking that thing has something living in there or something. It was greener than the grass growing around it.
“We have to get in that?” I frowned.
“Good luck girls, we will be back later we have to look for a location for our wedding,” Melissa called as we stood in the gateway.
I heard my dad laugh before he got in the car, I swear he was enjoying our suffering.
“Well, It’s not going to clean itself.” You said.
“Unfortunately.”
So we got to work, we drained the water and got out the scrub brushes.
“So I sort of promised Blythe that I would spend at least one day with her for spring break,” I said scrubbing the corner.
“What day?” You asked.
“I don’t know, I just know that she wants it to just be me and her. Is that okay?” I asked.
“Sounds fine to me, you don’t have to ask me you know.”
“Well I know how you feel about her, I don’t want to make you mad or anything.”
“Well, I appreciate it.” You smiled, pausing in your scrubbing.
I won’t get into the detail of us cleaning the pool, I would rather forget that green sludge if I can. Though it did take up the better part of the day.
“How long do you think it will take to fill up?” I asked holding the hose.
“I just hope it’s fast with all this work I would at least like to swim in it for a few hours.”
I sighed and threw the hose into the pool.
“Well we have time to kill and our parents aren’t back.” You wrapped your arms around me from behind.
“Yeah?”
“We should make the best use of that time.”
“What are you thinking?”
“You know what I’m thinking.” You teased.
“Do I?” I turned to face you.
“Shut up and kiss me.” you rolled your eyes.
So I did.
“let’s go inside.” You tugged at my shirt.
I nodded.
Have I ever told you that you look like a goddess? I’m sure I must have mentioned it before. Everything about you is perfect to me. I could run my hand along your smooth skin all day. Your warmth is contagious. I love the way your milky skin turns bright pink when you flush.
“Stop teasing me.” you panted as I slowly peppered kisses all over your body.
“What's the magic word?” I grabbed your nipple between my teeth.
“Please.” You begged.
You looked so cute. Your lips slightly parted, your eyes glazed over, the blush spreading across your cheeks. I wish I could take a picture.
Making love to you is something I know I will never get tired of. Our bodies work so well together. Each move we make complements the other. I love the sound of your voice, each noise you make. I love the way you touch me, how comfortable you are with it like you have been touching me for years.
“Zara?” you said as you ran your fingers through my hair. I was laying on your naked lap just basking in your light.
“Yeah?”
“Do you love me?”
When I looked to your eyes I could see you were genuinely curious. There was this blankness in your eyes like you were trying to figure something out.
“Of course I do. I love you Rosey.” I reassured you.
“I think I love you too.” You whispered, almost like you were scared to admit it.
“Then I guess we are idiots in love.” I sat up and kissed you to lighten the mood.
“We should get dressed before they come back, dibs on the first shower.”
“We could shower together,” I suggested.
“And if they come home when we are in the shower?”
I sighed and admitted defeat.
By the time we had both taken a shower and went to check on Mr. Livingston’s pool dad still wasn’t back. So we pulled up a pool chair and cuddled together. It was then I realized I still didn’t know about you, well I know the little stuff like how you hate when the food is almost empty but not quite, or how when you want something you always start by giving a compliment before asking the question. Those things I know, what I don’t know is your past, where it is you came from what your life was like before me.
“Let's play that game again, where I ask you a question and you have to answer or do a dare,” I said.
“Your bad at this game remember ms. kitty undies.”
“I want a rematch.” I pouted.
“Okay, ask away.” You turned to face me, I wrapped my arms tighter around you.
“Okay, I’ll start easy, what’s your middle name.”
“May, my full name is Rose May Stewart. Rosey May is what my mom likes to call me.”
“Sounds kind of country.”
“What does that even mean?” you giggled.
“Like someone you would meet at a road stop in Texas.”
“Oh my god stop, that’s offensive to actual Texans. My turn what is your favorite color?”
“You haven’t figured it out yet?”
“Well, what’s mine since you think I should have figured it out already?”
“Glitter.”
“Glitter isn’t a color.” You pouted.
“It is to you, I swear you have glitter blood.”
“Do not, my favorite color is, is, uh, okay you got me. I like all colors so long as they sparkle.” You admitted.
“Well, what do you think mine is? I’ll give you a hint I wear it a lot.”
“Red!”
“Bingo. I like the intensity it has.”
“Interesting, so would you say you like intense things?”
“That’s two questions.”
“Well technically you didn’t answer my first question, you made me figure it out.”
“True, fine, I like intense things. Spicy foods, gory movies, screamo music if it’s intense I probably like it.”
“Gory movies.” You shuddered.
“The bloodier the better.”
“Ew gross, just ask a question.”
“Okay, what was your old school like?”
“Aren’t all high schools the same?”
“Well what type of people did you hang out with, what about your friends?”
“My friends and I had a falling out just before I came here. I guess you could say I hanged with the party crowd, people always going out to do something. There was hardly a weekend I spent at home.”
“What happened?’
The way you squirmed uncomfortably in my arms told me that it was probably something bad or at least ugly. I knew you didn’t want to talk about it, but that only made me want to know even more. Unfortunately, my dad chose that exact time to show up.
“Hey girls.” He said.
Neither of us had heard him coming so we were still wrapped around each other. In a swift movement, you were standing and walking over to him to cover how we were discovered in a compromising position.
“Hey, what do you think?” you gestured to the pool.
He looked at us with a weird expression obviously he wanted to comment on it, but then he looked at the half-filled pool.
“Wow, looks good as new, good work girls.” He nodded in approval.
“So did you find a venue for the wedding?” I sat up.
“As a matter of fact, we did. Melissa has pictures. Why don’t you two come inside we brought takeout.” He turned to head inside.
“That was close.” You whispered as I walked over to you.
“We weren’t doing anything.” I shrugged.
“Still.”
When we got inside the sweet smell of Chinese takeout filled my lungs. We quickly took our seats at the table and started to dig in.
“So have you two been working hard or hardly working,” Melissa asked.
“Hardly working,” Dad said.
“Hey, we were just taking a break. The pool is clean and that is all that matters.” I said.
We just ate in silence for a second. I swear my dad was itching to ask about what he saw. About why my arms were wrapped around you, why your legs were intertwined with mine, and why our faces were only inches apart.
“So where’s the wedding going to be?” you asked.
“We found this adorable chaple, they have a backyard with an arch, it is perfect. Here I took pictures.” Melissa handed you her phone.
But when you moved your arm, your shirt lifted up just slightly revealing a hickey on your rib cage.
“Oh my god Rosey what happened?” she said.
“What?” you raised an eyebrow.
“Your bruise.” She moved your shirt up a little.
“Oh uh that, I accidentally ran into a side of a desk. It’s fine, you know I bruise easily.” You played it off.
But I choked on my food, thinking about what exactly you meant by saying ran into a side of a desk. Everyone turned to me, you had a glare.
“Sorry, wrong pipe.” I pounded on my chest.
“Does it hurt?” Melissa turned back to you.
“No mom, god, stop being embarrassing.” You forced your shirt down.
She frowned.
“So girls, we were talking earlier.” Dad started.
I looked up from my food, nothing good ever comes after he says those words. Every time he says, I’ve been thinking, or we’ve been talking, I know what comes next is my dad idea of a good time. It’s how I ended up at the beach that day because he was thinking that meeting Melissa before he proposed was probably a good idea.
“Yeah?” I said.
“Well, we want to take our first vacation as a family together. What do you say about spending a few days at a beach house?”
“Sure.” You said.
“Okay, I guess.” I frowned.
“It’s only for a few days Zara, four days and three nights.”
“I didn’t say anything.” I got defensive.”
“Your face did.” you pointed out.
“Hey, whose side are you on?” I complained.
Melissa laughed.
Vacation sounds good, except for I don’t like to spend more time with my dad than I have to. I know that sounds bad but it’s true, he and I don’t really have much in common. It usually just ends up in an argument or him ordering me around like a soldier. The beach house sounded great, spending time with you even better. Being cramped in a small space down the hall from my dad, not so much.
Either way, I have a feeling I’m not going to like this.
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