Login with:

Facebook

Twitter

Tumblr

Google

Yahoo

Aol.

Mibba

Your info will not be visible on the site. After logging in for the first time you'll be able to choose your display name.

We Are The Rebellious Youth

Chapter Thirty-Two: Lemme Impress You

Alex’s POV:

Although I tried to put up a tough front in front of Mickey, I was so relieved when I saw her house in the distance. It was stressful and tiring to drive her car. Usually, I thought driving around was pretty relaxing, but this was terrifying. I was so scared of braking abruptly on the highway and the angry drivers behind me when I couldn’t start up didn’t help at all. It made the job so much more difficult. But I wanted to do it. I wasn’t going to give in.

At first, I wanted to drive so that Mickey could rest a little. I had slept the whole drive the day before, so I thought she deserved it. Of course, she didn’t close her eyes for much longer than to blink. I mean, how could she? First, she had to constantly instruct me how to use the car, and then she was the one giving me directions. I knew my way around Baltimore, but I didn’t know how to get there all the way from Ohio. O-fucking-hio! I still couldn’t believe she had actually gone all the way there, not caring that I was in the seat next to her.

I sighed out contently after I had parked the car in the driveway and had taken the keys out of the ignition. Somehow, I had managed to drive us all the way without getting a scratch. For the longest time, I had believed that there was more chance that I fatally crashed the car than there being no chance. I probably shouldn’t have been driving with that mentality, but I did it.

“Home sweet home…” Mickey mumbled as she looked at the house through the windshield before getting out of the car.

I followed her lead toward the front door, thinking about possibly already taking some of her bags with me. But since she didn’t and I didn’t want to risk getting shit for touching things, I left it all in the car. As soon as we were in front of the wooden door, I waited for Mickey to open it. But she just stood there, staring at it as if something had happened.

“You can do this…” I softly encouraged her. She had gotten so far, she couldn’t turn back now. I was there to make sure she’d keep going.

She shook her head and looked at me. “No… that’s not it. I don’t have a key. It’s locked and I don’t have a key. I never took it with me.”

“Shit,” I whispered. “Maybe we could go to Rian for the time being, maybe they even have a spare key? Or we could go to my house?”

Once again, she shook her head, but this time she pushed past me and walked along the front of the house. “No, no… we should be able to…”

Eventually, she stopped and looked up. I knew exactly what her plan was. She was going to get in the way she had gotten out. I caught up with her, looking in the same direction as her to see her bedroom window. If she got in that way, she could open the door from the inside. So, she walked up to the ledge that was all too familiar to her and raised her right arm up. But then, she froze up again.

“Umm… Alex?” She turned on her heel to face me and waved around her left arm with its cast still on it. “Could you…?”

My eyes widened as I realized she wanted me to climb up on the roof and sneak inside. I swallow and slowly took her place. “O--okay.”

She proceeded to guide me through the steps she took whenever she climbed up. I tried to follow her instructions as closely as possible, not wanting to lose my footing and plummet to the ground like she had done when she had gotten that broken arm in the first place. Eventually, I was up on the roof. I thought that the most difficult part had been done, but I was so wrong.

“Okay, now be super careful,” Mickey warned me as she moved back a little bit to see better. “If you slip there is nothing you can catch yourself on safely. The roof tiles not against the wall but just off are the most slippery. So, try to avoid them. Just confidently step toward the window. If you start being too careful, you’ll most likely fall.”

“Nice to know,” I grumbled, too focused on not losing my balance to be having a conversation.

I did as she told me, taking the few steps to the window. However, I might have gotten a little overconfident. My right foot slipped a little and I overcompensated. I started falling forward and I braced myself for impact. Mickey let out a shriek when she saw what was happening. But before I could hit the roof, I was close enough to grab the window sill.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, able to hear my heartbeat and feel it pounding in my chest. “The things I do to impress a girl! … And I just said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.” Mickey squinted and nodded before pointing at the window. “You should just be able to open it. It slides up.”

“Okay,” I breathed out, trying to hide my embarrassment. I let my fingers curl around the ledge and tried pushing the window up. But it wouldn’t budge. “Mickey, it’s not opening.”

“Oh, fuck. Is it locked?” She asked, but I had no clue how I could tell other than that it didn’t want to open. “If the hook is in the hole, it’s locked.”

“I don’t see a hook,” I replied. “I only see some white sort of lock for a key.”

“Are you fucking with me!” She groaned and threw her head back. “They put on an extra lock! Seriously! Are they trying to make sure I don’t come home or something?!”

“I think it may be because they are trying to make sure you don’t leave home or something,” I retorted, starting to panic about where I was standing.

If I made the wrong movement, I was going to hit the floor. I didn’t sign up for this. I at least expected to be able to get to safety after I climbed up. But, no! Now I was going to have to get down as well? Maybe if Mickey herself hadn’t broken a bone, I wouldn’t have been so scared. There was no way out of here!

Mickey decided to ignore my remark, probably sensing my nerves. “Ok, Alex. I’ll be here to catch you if you fall, even if it means ruining my arm completely. You have two options. My parents’ window is open a tiny bit, you can try to climb over there and open it, but I myself have never done that before so I won’t be able to help much. Or you can climb down, but that requires some skill as well. Either way, I’ll stand below you.”

I just stood there looking to my left and back to my right. To my left, I could get back down to the ground but that was just a ten-foot drop. Mickey knew the places she could place her feet along the gutter, but it was likely they wouldn’t work for me. Then to my right, the small part of the roof I was standing on ended just a few feet before the other window that was open. Both ways were dangerous, I just needed to know which one I was willing to risk more.

“Look, Alex. I’m not sure if this will work.” Mickey tried helping me make a decision. “But you can try hanging off the gutter over here and I’ll help you down the last few feet. I don’t know if it will hold, but I will catch you. You don’t need to go the other way. We can even go to Rian’s.”

Although it sounded very tempting, I had already made up my mind. Taking one last deep breath to encourage myself, I started going to the right. Keeping one hand against the wall as I shuffled over to the end of the roof closest to the window of the other bedroom. I just tried to keep both my footing and breathing steady as I heard Mickey say something before rushing over to follow me step by step but on the ground. She really wasn’t kidding about catching me if I fell down. I wasn’t so sure about catching, though. It was more me falling on top of her.

I wasn’t sure how I did it, but it felt like I reached the gap in no time. Only then came the actual difficult part. I reached out with my right hand, using my left to try to grab onto the wall, and pushed open the window as far as I could so I wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore. It wasn’t as easy as it sounds. I kept having to get closer and closer to the ledge so I could use more length to open the window all the way. Eventually, I was balancing on only one foot while Mickey kept muttering things down below. And so, I carefully put both feet back onto the ledge before placing one against the wall, hoping I wouldn’t slip. Mickey yelped out another swear word as I just went for it, both my arms clutching onto the window sill while I tried to use all my strength to hoist myself inside. My arms were shaking, my feet were threatening to slip.

But I did it. I thought about how falling onto Mickey would only hurt her more while managing to do this would most definitely impress her. There was only one option I could choose. The adrenaline kicked in, and I had pulled myself inside in one swift motion… until I hit the carpeted floor.

I groaned a little bit but couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. I just did something that I would never have done all by myself. Maybe I would have done it with all my friends surrounding me for shits and giggles, but this was crazy. I deserved a medal.

I got something quite similar to that.

Of course, I rushed downstairs as quickly as possible, ready to call Mickey inside. However, as soon as I opened the door, Mickey was already stood right in front of me, having waited for me to come. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around my neck and started kissing me. It was a completely climatic moment. With the adrenaline still rushing through my body, I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, kissing her as hard as I could. I had been wanting to feel her lips against mine again for quite some time, but it never seemed like the right time. This was the perfect timing. I was her hero.

She pushed me inside and up against the wall as she closed the door with her foot. All thoughts of moving her stuff back in had disappeared, our contact was all that mattered anymore. I knew exactly what my body wanted to happen, and it seemed like Mickey felt the same way. Nothing further was happening yet, but I could see it crossing that line soon. And I did not mind that line being crossed.

But then the landline rang. Mickey broke away from me, her body still pressed against mine, as she turned her head to look at where the phone was. She shrugged and resumed our kiss, her hands roaming around my chest as if touching me would be able to bring me closer. I had to resist the urge to move my hands to her ass. If this was going to go any further, she was going to have to set boundaries, I did not just want to assume things.

But then the phone rang again.

Both our chests were heaving as Mickey looked in the direction of the phone again, contemplating whether or not to answer. I understood her reasoning. On one hand, she didn’t want to answer. On the other, it had to be quite urgent if the phone started ringing again almost immediately after it stopped.

However, Mickey was thinking about it for too long. The ringing stopped and instead a voicemail was recorded. We could hear everything that Rian was saying on the other side and he did not sound all too happy. “I know you guys are there! I just fucking saw you guys! Or should I say I saw you guys fucking?! What the hell is going on? Answer the goddamn phone. I swear to god. Or else I’ll-- I’ll-- I’ll-- I will. I will, ok?”

And he hung up. Mickey removed herself from me, her mouth agape in shock as she quickly deleted the message before she would forget and her parents would find it later.

I chuckled a little, believing I knew exactly what she was thinking. “I know, right? What in the world can Rian do?”

She looked back at me, her eyes wide now too. She was concentrated on something way different that had been said in the message. “He thinks we’re fucking! Oh my god. We aren’t fucking!”

“I mean you did just start randomly kissing me roughly and pushed me up against the wall…” I mentioned, pushing myself away from said wall. Was Mickey saying she regretted kissing me?

“I know, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to fuck!” She emphasized.

“You mean… instead of fucking we were going to have sex?” I questioned, wondering that maybe she didn’t like the more objectifying term. It was quite difficult to ask without using the term ‘making love’, which I refused to use right then and there.

She looked at me for a second. But it wasn’t a calming look. Her aggression might have melted away completely, but it only left more space for her fury. “No!” She exclaimed and walked off and started going up the stairs.

I knew I had said the wrong thing. I needed to remind myself that Mickey had never been in a proper relationship as far as I knew. All her ‘romantic relationships’ had been based on sex, and sex only. There were no important feelings there. She didn’t know what it was like to be in a relationship that wasn’t only about sex. All she had done was try, but all she knew was the horrible relationships she had been in. I couldn’t blame her that she thought this was the way to do so and not make the other person believe that they were going to have sex.

So, I immediately ran after her and stood at the end of the stairs. “Mickey, wait, no, please. I’m sorry.”

She stopped before she reached the top and waited for me to continue.

“I’m just so used that when girls do that to me, they want sex from me. I just need to realize that this is not always true, especially since you did tell me that you didn’t want to do it for a little while after that scare,” I said, trying to blame it on my old ways that I knew were wrong rather than on her ‘old’ ways that she didn’t know were wrong. “Just please come down, I’m sorry.”

And she did. She walked down the stairs again until she was stood with me. Since we were so close to each other, I took this opportunity to show her was a real non-sexual kiss was like. I first pushed some of her hair out of her face so I could smoothly put my hand on her cheek. After looking in her eyes for a little while as if I were asking permission, I slowly leaned forward and let our lips mold together. Nothing about this was supposed to be rushed. I could feel Mickey almost immediately going for a faster and harder rhythm, but I stroked her cheek a little bit and refused to follow her pace. She got the hints and calmed down what she was doing, now just following what I was doing. And just like that, I got her to kiss me without her giving off the wrong intentions.

A short while after she had gotten the hang of it, we broke apart at the same time. She smiled brightly at me, biting her lip a little to try and hide it a bit. “Now, that was good.”

“I know, right?” I smirked, deciding the next step was me just giving her a quick peck, nothing more.

Rather than being surprised, her grin just grew bigger. “Don’t go acting cocky.”

“You just boosted my ego, I believe I’m allowed to act a little cocky.”

“Hmm…” She shook her head a little bit and seemed like she was about to kiss me again.

However, before that could happen, the front door opened. I half expected Rian to come barging in, trying to break us apart. But no, it wasn’t Rian, he wouldn’t dare to do that with what he believed was going down. Who was entering the house, though, was Mickey’s stepdad. As soon as he had closed the door behind him, he rushed up to Mickey and enveloped her into a hug. Mickey, however, just stood there with her eyes wide open, her arms to the side as she wasn’t sure how to react.

“Umm…” She cleared her throat and gave him some pats on the back, unsure of what was going on. She never really was one to show affection physically.

If she didn’t know what to do, then I definitely didn’t. I felt like I was intruding despite the fact that I wasn’t the one that just came inside. Was I supposed to leave even though I had nowhere to go? Was I supposed to stay and be awkward? I didn’t know. I didn’t want to do the wrong thing, but nothing was telling me which option that was!

Eventually, Mickey’s dad let her go. “Rian called me saying that you came back home. I was close by, so I came as quickly as possible.”

“Great.” Mickey gave him a thumbs up as her eyes flickered briefly in my direction. “I just have one question--by the way, I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at mom, so no hard feeling between us--so, why would you change the lock on my window? You nearly got Alex killed!”

It was like he hadn’t even seen me there. Maybe he had been ignoring me. I wasn’t sure. But it wasn’t until then that he turned to me and inspected me from afar. “I’ve heard the name ‘Alex’ before…” Almost immediately after, his face dropped and something was telling me I was going to be sent out again.

Mickey piped up, putting a hand on his shoulder and trying to divert him from getting mad, “now, before you get mad--”

“Not get mad, Mickey? What do you expect me to do?!” He warned her, trying his best to keep his temper down. “You ran away with some guy you’re sleeping with! How in the world do you not expect me to get mad at him?”

“I-- umm, technically we aren’t sleeping together,” I told him, regretting the words as soon as they left my mouth.

“Technically? Really? Is that supposed to make this any better? You’re either sleeping with my daughter or not. There is no place for ‘technically’ in this situation.” He now started directing it to me rather than Mickey. I knew my words hadn’t been chosen well. I just didn’t want to lie since we did sleep together before and we were just making out a few seconds before he came in.

I tried to defend myself, like any normal human being, but it didn’t go so well. “I-- umm… I…”

“Oh my god, dad,” Mickey groaned getting in front of him so that his eyes couldn’t shoot daggers in my direction anymore. “If it weren’t for Alex, I wouldn’t be here right now. If he hadn’t forced himself into my car and refused to get out when I told him to, I would have continued my journey. He’s the only reason I came back, so don’t take this out on him.”

I could see the tension in his body release a little, his anger slowly dissipating. It wasn’t gone fully, but he no longer looked like he wanted the either murder me or throw me out. Instead, it seemed like things were going to calm down from there. But as we all know, that wasn’t how life had been going recently.

As if on cue, both our mothers entered the house as well. You would have thought that Mickey’s mom was going to cause most of the drama since she finally got to see her daughter again after all this time. However, it was my mom that got the first word.

“Alex, how dare you lie to me!” She scolded--I immediately knew she was talking about that one night Mickey stayed over--and crossed her arms. “And where have you been? I nearly had a heart attack when I called Joyce and found out that you didn’t decide to stay over there last minute!”

Only one word left my mouth. “Ohio.”

“Ohio?!” She nearly shrieked.

“I know, right?” I laughed, running a hand through my hair. “That was my exact reaction when I found out we had gone that far.”

But nobody else laughed along with me except for Mickey who was trying to hold it back. So, my laughter died down quite quickly and I just stood there feeling shameful.

“Maybe it’s for the best if we keep them apart for the rest of the weekend,” Mickey’s mom suggested, also not approving of anything that had happened and was happening. “You can get your belongings from Mickey’s car.”

“Let’s go, Alex.” My mom agreed.

I silently followed her out of the house, feeling all eyes on me. When we stopped at Mickey’s car to retrieve my bag, something was telling me to go back inside. I couldn’t leave things off like this. It would only leave loose ends. Things had happened between me and Mickey and I wasn’t going to let it fizzle out again.

So, I quickly ran back up to the door before her mom closed it and peeked inside, finding Mickey in the still same spot she had been standing before. “Hey, you wanna go on a date not tomorrow but the day after?”

Mickey’s mom started answering, “I don’t think that's--”

However, Mickey interrupted her. “Yes.”

“Awesome.” I grinned and rushed back to my mom who had found my school bag.

Together, we walked back to the car in silence. However, once we were in the car, the questions started coming.

“What did you have to go back for?” Was the first one.

“I, umm, asked Mickey out on a date,” I replied, not wanting to lie any further but also feeling a little awkward talking about things like this with my mother.

“Alex…” she sighed as we turned at the end of the road.

“It’s like everybody doesn’t think it’s a good idea. I get that the person she used to be wasn’t all too great. But she changed. I just need to show people that she changed. Not even her own parents believe so. Of course, sometimes things are a little bit rocky, but I really like her. I know that the extent I have gone through is way too much, that I should have stopped ages ago. But I can’t.”

“I’m not mad at you in any way. But you need to remember that she isn’t your responsibility.”

“I know, mom, I know.”

Notes


I'm so inconsistent in chapter lengths. Sometimes I only write 1500 words, feeling like adding something wouldn't helo and other times its almost or over 4000 words! Today is one of those looong chapters.

Comments

@Daydreamers
A little cliffhanger here and there never hurt anybody....
Also, update. The epilogue is at 6679 words. Motivation and inspiration are low so it's taking me so long to even start writing. I know what needs to happen, I want to write it, but words aren't working.

i’ve been left with too many cliffhangers in the past to trust you lol

Daydreamers Daydreamers
7/13/20

@Daydreamers
There's nothing to be scared of....

i’m excited but scared at the same time

Daydreamers Daydreamers
6/16/20

@Daydreamers
It's probably because it went downhill so suddenly a quickly. There's no closure. The epilogue will end quite open...