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Chapter 5- Sick to my Stomach Jonathan ~~~~~~ “You can’t have it all,” I sang. I was trying to write a song for my band, but it wasn’t working out at that moment. I sat on my bed in my basement bedroom, plucking the strings of my guitar, singing random lyrics that came to mind. “No, scratch that.” “Lay you head,” I held out the note for two beats. “Down on my chest, under the glistening stars. Don’t cry. I know I broke you into pieces, but please-” “Jonathan!” My mother yelled from upstairs, cutting me off. I sighed and wrote down the lyrics, they were the best I’d come up with all day. “What?!” I yelled up to her. “Get up here now!” She screamed. “Goddammit,” I muttered going up the stairs. When I got upstairs my ten-year-old sister, Juliette, was sitting on the couch with her hands tied behind her back in a difficult knot. The brilliant work of myself. “What did you do to your sister?” My mom asked. What does it look like, smart one? I thought to myself. “I’ve been trying to write a song and she wouldn’t leave me alone,” I said. “I wasn’t annoying you, liar!” Yelled Juliette. “Shut up,” I ordered. I’ve noticed that Juliette looks just like me in the face and eyes. Same pale skin and brown eyes. However I have black hair, like my biological dad, and she has strawberry blonde hair, like my mom’s. “Untie her hands,” Ordered my mom. I sighed and reluctantly untied her hands. If she would have tried harder, the rope would have loosened by itself! “Stay out of my room, Julie,” I told her. She just stuck her tongue out at me and walked away. Half of the time we get along, the other half we’re ready to kill each other. I was about to go back to my room, but my mom stopped me. “I’m going to pick Danny up from work and we’re going to meet some friends up the street. The babysitter will be here soon to drop Brandon off and Darrian went to a sleepover,” She paused looking Page 18 for her purse. She has the worst organization skills, I get that attribute from her. “Table,” I reminded her. She found it and continued. “Thanks. There’s leftovers in the fridge that can be heated up in the microwave. Skye can stay until whenever, as long as she doesn’t miss her curfew.” Skye was coming to my house for the first time since we started dated. It had been a week since we last hung out. “Okay, bye!” I urged my mom out of the house. She rolled her eyes and walked out the door. As her car pulled out of the driveway, Juliette came back in the living room holding her spelling word list. Her face was pale and kind of green. “Can you quiz me?” She asked as she sat down next to me on the couch and gave me a pleading look. I sighed. “Sure.” I took the paper out of her hands and listed words. Its summer, but Juliette is in the Jefferson Spelling Bee that takes place in August. She has to study hard. “Complicated,” I stated. “C-O-M-P-L-I-C-A-T-E-D,” Juliette spelled. “Correct. Spell beginning.” “B-E-G-I-N-N-I-N-G.” “Correct. Equilateral.” “E-Q-U-I-L-A-T-E-R-A-L.” “Nice job. Justify.” “J-U-S-T-,” The doorbell rang, cutting her off. It was the babysitter dropping off my five-year-old stepsister, Brandon. “Here, study amongst yourself,” I told Juliette as I got up and threw the paper at her. When I answered the door, Brandon jumped into my arms. She’s adorable, I have to admit it. She has caramel-colored, straight hair that reaches to her butt. Along with bangs that reach just below her eyebrows and mint-green eyes(Her sister, Darrian, looks just like an older version of her. Only with shorter hair.) Brandon is pretty small, only weighing thirty-seven pounds. “Hi!” She giggled as I held her. Page 19 I just laughed. “Hey, short stuff.” I waved to the babysitter, who was driving away in her car, and flopped Brandon onto the couch. She laughed like crazy, probably due to a sugar overdose. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Skye ~~~~ I walked up to Jonathan’s doorstep with a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. What if something goes wrong? What if this is the wrong house? These thoughts ran through my mind as I rang the doorbell. “Hey, beautiful!” Jonathan greeted me when he opened the door. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips, one arm around my waist and the other on my shoulder. The kiss was long and passionate, it reminded me of how lucky I am. We were still wrapped up in kissing when Jonathan carried me in his arms inside the house. When I stopped to breathe, I was sitting with Jonathan in his lap. “I-its great t-to see you,” I stammered. As you can tell, I stammer when I’m nervous. He laughed. “We’re alone except for Juliette and Brandon,” He said. “Can I meet them?” I asked. “Sure!” He lifted me off his lap, onto the couch, and went to find his sisters. I looked around the room to see pictures of Jonathan and his family hanging on the walls. The kitchen table had papers and clutter all over it, six chairs surrounding it. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that my house is small compared to Jonathan’s. A little girl with caramel-colored hair ran in the room beaming. “Are you Skye?” She asked. I smiled and nodded. She hugged my leg. “Hi!” She giggled. I laughed at her hyper attitude. “You must be Brandon.” She nodded, still holding on to my leg. Page 20 Jonathan came in with a strawberry-blonde haired girl following behind him. “Brandon, don’t hover,” He laughed. Brandon let go of my leg and ran to another room. “This is my blood sister, Juliette,” Jonathan introduced me to the girl. She looked almost sick, very pale. “Hi there,” She greeted me with a soft smile. I smiled as well. “Hey.” Juliette looked at her brother like she wanted to whisper something to him. He bent down and she whispered something in his ear. He whispered something back and she ran off. “What’s wrong?” I asked him. “Juliette has a stomach bug and she just threw up twice. She’s been feeling miserable so I told her to get a bucket and lay down,” He explained. “Aw, that sucks. Will she be alright?” “Of course, she’ll be fine,” He assured me. “So, you want to see my room?” “Sure.” For some reason I got really nervous at that point. Jonathan led me down the stairs to his bedroom. He has a queen-sized bed with a black frame and white comforter. A guitar and notebook lay on the bed, along with his cell phone. A black dresser sits on the wall across from the bed with a wall mirror above it. Not bad for a fourteen-year-old boy’s bedroom. “Welcome to where I sleep!” Jonathan laughed as we sat on the bed. I motioned towards the guitar. “You weren’t kidding when you said you play.” He grabbed the guitar and sat it on his leg in playing position. He’s left-handed, so the guitar sat on his left leg. “Want to hear this song I was working on earlier?” He asked. “Sure!” Page 21 He started plucking the strings with his left hand and smiled. “Lay your head down on my chest, under the stars that glisten in time with your eyes,” He sang. His voice is so pure and beautiful. “Don’t cry. I know I broke you into pieces, but please,” He held the note out. “I love your laugh, I hate to see it fade as the tears run down. You will never have to live in fear.” “The knot tying us together is stronger that love itself. But where do we go from here?” Jonathan sounded like a true virtuoso. He stopped and smiled at me. “That’s all I have so far, half of it came to mind while I was playing,” He confessed. “Its absolutely beautiful, Jonathan!” I exclaimed. “No syke!” “Its written for you.” I looked at my boyfriend in shock. “Really?” “Of course, you’ll soon learn that I’m a suck up.” I giggled. “I loved it, thank you.” “Welcome.” Jonathan pulled me into his lap, my heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. “I feel sick to my stomach,” I said to myself. “You okay?” He asked. “Did you get a stomach bug, too?” I shook my head. “Nerves?” He asked. I nodded. He ran his finger across my cheek and said, “I’ll go slower if you want.” I shook my head. “No, they’re good nerves.” When I’m with Jonathan, I’m glad to feel sick because I know that for once, I’m finally happy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jason ~~~~ Sitting in Skinner’s alone, all my daughters having plans, made me wonder about something. Where the hell has time gone? The frightening reality of Skye having a boyfriend hasn’t sunken into my skull yet. I’m thirty-two years old and I’m a single father of four beautiful girls, who get their looks from their mother. I’m proud of all of that, except for being single. I miss my wife, Anna, more than anything. I still love her, too. “Bud Light on draft, Jason?” Asked Sammi, waiting to get me something. “If you don’t mind.” “Shouldn’t you be watching your children?” She asked. “Skye’s with Jonathan, Melody and Maddie went to sleepovers, and Sydney is staying the night at my sister’s house,” I solemnly answered. “I always knew Skye would find a nice young man one of these days,” Sammi mused. “So did I. She looks just like Anna.” The thought of where my children are today made me sick to my stomach. I’m getting older along with them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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