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No! The guardian angel voice in my head was yelling at me, pleading and begging me to stop. But, I had been a teenage boy for longer, so that voice trumped all. It was saying this:

Oh. My. God.

I didn't understand what I was doing. One minute, I was laughing at my ridiculous 80's clothes, no thanks to someone's horrible up-to-date quick change wardrobe, and now I was kissing my guardee.

Dude! There's something seriously wrong with you!

I know.


I can't!


With an inward groan I quickly pryed my lips away from Jordan's warm, inviting, soft lips. I unwravelled my arms from around her waist. I gasped at how much I wanted to hold her again, how it almost hurt to let her go. Slowly, I opened my eyes.

"Oh shit," I heard her say. I laughed lightly, that was most definitely an understatement. I opened my eyes slowly and ran my fingers through my hair. My hat wasn't exactly on my head anymore. "I'm really sorry,"

"Why a-," she started, but caught herself. I couldn't hide the huge grin that spread across my face. "Uh,"

"Listen, I didn't mean to do that. Okay, maybe I did, but I didn't plan on it! Ugh,"

"What was that? That, electricity?" she asked, quitely. It was no more than a whisper.

"I really want to explain everything to you, I really do, but I can't. Are you hungry? I have an apartement in town and a car right there. You can come and have something to eat," I didn't realize until after I'd said it how creepy that sounded. At first, she just looked at me, but then she shrugged and smiled.

"Well, today I got off crack and then kissed a complete stranger. What's wrong with getting in that stranger's car and going to his house? Can't be any worse, right?" I gaped at her, and she smiled back.


"Yeah, why not? Now, which ones your car because I think I'm about to pass out," she said it so calmly that at first I didn't even realize that it was something bad.

"Oh! Um," I pulled the gold cellphone out of my bellbottoms and opened it.

You have 2 new messages!

Thank God! I thought.

From: The Boss, Big G . . . Okay, God.

To : Sam

Your car is the red Mini Cooper and your liscence is in the thing right above the steering wheel. You know, sometimes you use it to block the sun from your eyes.

The sun visor? I thought.

Yeah, that thing!

Man, he was good at predicting. I didn't bother with the second text. I told Jordan which car was mine and she stumbled over to it, pulling open the unlocked door and sliding into the passenger seat. I walked around and got into the driver's seat, finding that the keys were already in the ignition. I turned them so the car started and looked at Jordan, who was already fast asleep. I realized then that she snored. Not loudly, but a light, adorable snore. I smiled at her and pulled the car out onto the road. It had never been this easy for me to drive when I was alive!

Thanks God, I sent up a silent prayer. Oh, by the way, could you change the clothes in my apartement?

I pulled into a parking space in the underground parking lot of my apartement building. On the drive over, I'd checked my other text and it told me where the apartement was. I walked around to Jordan's side. When I opened the door, her head lolled onto her shoulder. I quickly shot out my hands and lifted it back up.

"Woah there!" I said quietly. She groaned softly but continued sleeping. Obviously, I couldn't wake her up now. Praying that I wasn't as strong as a weak chicken, I slid one hand under her arms and the other behind her knees and lifted her slowly from the car. I was carrying her honeymoon style. "Okay, now to apartement G1!" I shut the car door with my foor and made way for the elevators, every now and then stealing glances down at the brunette beauty in my arms.

The End

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