So, here I was in my new home. Let's take a look around my little corner of the world, shall we? For being an attic, it's not too bad.
All of the furniture I wanted to keep fit in the attic. All of the art work I had collected was hung, especially the painting I had made for my mom. Although the Stout's had a very nice home, I was glad some of my belongings would be useful to them. Since our TV at home was nicer and bigger than the Stout's I traded them, and put mine in the living room, and took their old one upstairs with me.
I also gave Berjes and Lakeisha our computer, as I used what little money my mom left me to buy a nice lap top, I figured it would help to get my book done if I had something more portable.
So, you've seen my room, let me introduce you to my new family. Berjes is Jeanna's Dad. He's a pretty good guy, and we get along great. I'm hoping we will be good friends. The one thing about him is that bugs me is he seems to dislike little kids. He gives Jeanna's little brother, Jacques a very hard time, and expects a lot of him.
Jeanna said he was like that with all of their kids, Jeanna, Jacques, and her older sister, Kerrie. Apparently it's really affected Jacques and Kerrie, to have their dad have so little patience. Kerrie can be quite evil sometimes, and Jacques was somewhat neurotic about life. Somehow, Jeanna turned out as sweet as can be in spite of that. Of course, Lakeisha, Jeanna's mom was great, and that was probably why. She definitely made me feel like one of the family, her own son.
She worked as a teacher's assistant at the school. Jeanna's dad worked at the science facility in town, but I don't think he liked his job too much. His favorite thing to do was play chess, he loved to invite over other chess players and challenge them to a game.
Jeanna's little brother, Jacques was a good, sweet kid. He was like me when I was a kid, and did his homework without anyone having to tell him to, and helped out around the house.
And then, there was Jeanna. The longer I lived here, the more I got to know her, and the more amazed I was.
Her and I are both geniuses, friendly, and artistic. But one hobby she started that I didn't join in on, was working out. She said my mom's death made her really think about taking better care of herself, after all, my mom wasn't that old when she died.
She's really athletic, she could probably kick my butt if she wanted too! After graduating high school, she had taken up painting and started a painting career. Her and I even had the same lifetime wish, to master the guitar and painting skills.
I didn't even know she owned a guitar, and although she had just started learning, she was pretty good, better than me! (and I had gotten my guitar on my teen birthday.)
I'm not really sure why I've been reluctant to learn the guitar, but now that my mom was gone, I picked it up again. Jeanna and I would help each other, sometimes, we would even play together outside. It was a lot of fun.
With a family full of support, and my new laptop, I got my book done in no time. It was a bigger success than my first one, and Henry Michaels loved it.
Not that I had got to meet him in person or anything yet. I had just got a note from him after the publishers revealed to him I wrote the book, and it said, "I look forward to meeting you someday." I hadn't really thought much about it because of everything else going on in my life.
Shortly after I moved in, Jacques birthday came, and I guess the Stout family wasn't big on birthday parties, he didn't even want a party. I noticed that after he aged up he got along better with his dad.
Besides working at the bookstore, I spend most of my time painting with Jeanna. She happened to be a great artist, and even had a drawing desk in her room. I had my own easel upstairs, and she had one in her room, and we constantly showed each other our works of art.
It was somewhere in all this mix of guitar playing, painting, and living, that I realized I was starting to fall in love with Jeanna.
When I woke up that beautiful Sunday morning, I felt different. Somehow, the realization of how I really felt about Jeanna became painstakingly obvious to me. I loved her, and I wanted her to be more than my friend. I wanted her to be my girlfriend.
I had today off, it would be a perfect day to surprise her with a date. I decided by the end of today I was going to tell her I loved her. Which could possibly mean I would be homeless by the end of the night, but that was a risk I was willing to take.
I got up and got dressed and quietly let myself into Jeanna's room and sat in the chair watching her sleep, waiting ever so patiently for her to wake up.
She was so beautiful. Finally, she got out of bed, and looked over at me. "Um, what are you doing in here?"
"Sorry, was up early, wanted to see if you wanted to go to the art gallery with me today, but I didn't want to wake you."
Yawning and stretching, she said, "Sure, I haven't been in a while. When do you want to go?"
"As soon as you are dressed"
"Woah,, OK. Well you are going to have to leave, so I can get dressed. Go wait downstairs."
"OK, hurry up!"
"Ok, weirdo, what's gotten into you?"
"Nothing, I'm just excited about art, that's all."
"Obviously... well I'll be down in a second."
I went downstairs and waited for what seemed like an eternity. Finally she came down the stairs.
"Ok, I'm ready. Oh, Do you wanna see if Jacques wants to go? I bet he'd love it."
Crap! I hadn't thought about her wanting to invite other people, after all, only I knew this was really a date... Before she called upstairs to him, I replied, "Oh, I asked him already, he said he's busy."
"Oh. Ok. Well, should we grab something to eat before we go?"
"No, we'll get soemthing while we are out. Let's go!"
"OK, Ok, pushy. I swear, did you have too much coffee this morning?"
"No, I'm just ready to be inspired! Come on!"
We got to the gallery, and spent some time looking around. It was really fun, and with us both being artistic, we had a blast talking about all the exhibits.
When we came to one painting in particular, Jeanna fell in love with it. "Oh, Mikie this particular piece speaks to my very soul! I love it! I wish I could look at it everyday!"
I made a mental note of the name of it and artist, then asked, "Are you getting hungry?"
"Oooh, Yes I am. But I don't wanna leave yet."
"Well that's great, because I was planning on us having lunch here..."
I led her to a room that was for future exhibits and therefore very quiet and secluded, and surprised her with a picnic for 2!
"Woah, Mikie, lunch at the art gallery!" She lowered her voice and looked around, "Are we allowed to do this?"
"Well, I don't see anyone here to stop us, do you?"
She giggled, and said, "I guess not...let's eat!"
We had a great lunch and as soon as we were done, I picked it all up so we wouldn't draw any more attention to ourselves. After looking around a little more, I asked Jeanna, "Hey, I hear there's a special tour of the theater where they give you the history of the theater, and take you behind the scenes, You wanna go make this a well-rounded artistic day?"
"Oh, that sounds like fun! Sure!"
So we headed over to the theater, and took the tour, which we both really enjoyed. I loved that her and I really enjoyed all this artistic stuff together. As we were being led around the theater by the tour guide, I reached over and gently interlaced my fingers with Jeanna's and we held hands through the rest of the tour. At one point she looked at me and smiled. I think she was starting to catch on about what today was really all about.
When the tour was over, we walked out of the theater, and she stopped me and turned me to face her.
I took her hands in mine. "This whole day has been so much fun, I can't remember having a better day than today... but why do I have a feeling something is up with you?"
"I'm glad you had a great day. I just wanted today to be special."
"Special? What do you mean?"
"Well, today is the day that I decided I'm going to admit something to you that's been true for a long time, I've just been too dense to notice it. Jeanna, I don't want to be friends anymore."
She let go of my hands and looked at me completely confused..."Wha?"
"Jeanna, being friends is no longer acceptable to me. I can't pretend anymore..." She started to tear up, but I looked down and blurted out... "Jeanna, I have known you practically my whole life, no one on this earth makes me feel the way you do. before, I might have been too clueless to realize it, but now, it's painfully obvious to me... "
I took her hand again, and said, "Jeanna, I love you! I don't just love you as a friend. I love you as something more. I want more. Jeanna, I want you to be my girlfriend!"
I could feel her sigh of relief as she responded, "Mikie Song, How dare you do that to me? You don't confess your love to someone by starting off with 'I don't wanna be friends anymore', you about gave me a heart attack!"
"Oh, sorry. I wasn't trying to. I just wanted to get the words out that have been wanting a way out for a long time..."
She moved in closer, and as she placed her hands gently on my face, I wrapped my arms around her..."I love you too, Mikie. I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I want nothing more out of life that to be with you. Of course, I'll be your girlfriend."
I couldn't' stand it any longer, I kissed her right then and there...
On the way home, we decided not to say anything to the family just yet. Wasn't sure how they would feel about Jeanna's boyfriend living with them.
I headed upstairs to my room, and to my surprise Jeanna had beat me up there, and was sitting on my love seat. "Wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure, that sounds perfect." I replied.
She and I cuddled up together and watched the movie, but eventually her presence beside me was too distracting.
"Jeanna?" I whispered. "Huh?" she raised her head off my shoulder to look at me.
Without another word, I gently kissed her on the lips. Then before I knew it, we were making out.
I could feel the passion of all the years building up in me. It felt so 'right' to be with her, like this. I can't believe it took me so long to see it. But now taht I had, I wouldn't be satisfied until she was completely mine.
That night, Jeanna and I well, took our relationship to the next level. At. it. was. perfect.
I held Jeanna's hand and watched her as she fell asleep. I knew from that night on, that I was Jeanna's and she was mine. My heart was overflowing. She and I were meant to be.
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