June Writing Challenge: Sun

I’ve decided to take up this challenge, it’s a writing challenge. I have to do some catch up but I’ll have it all done in time:) Unlike the Rainbow challenge, this one is going to be continuous in the sense that the characters are going to remain the same and develop throughout the month. A little background story the main characters will be Gabriel, Vivienne, and Charlotte. Gabriel and Vivienne will be the character of your classic “best friends but we are really in love” story and Charlotte….I haven’t decided what I’m doing with her yet. Of course I have to throw some angst in there ^.^ Happy ending though, I promise.

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1. (Fri) Sun

Bright rays of sunlight poured into the room as Gabriel tugged the curtains to the side. The swooshing noise of the curtains gliding to the side roused Vivienne and she lifted her head up slightly with an open eye to see who opened the curtain and groaned.

“You know I’m not a morning person,” she snapped.

Gabriel strolled away from the window with a smirk and leaned against the headboard of her bed.

“You’ve lived with me long enough to know that I am a morning person,” he refuted softly. Gabriel didn’t have enough energy to get into an argument with her, even if this was going to be a playful disagreement.

In fact, he never seemed to.

Arguing with Vivienne was like talking to the wall, she wouldn’t change her stance even when she was dead wrong. But Gabriel was softening her, at least he liked to believe so in his mind.

“We have things to do Vivi, and I can’t do any of those things while you sleep all day.”

Vivienne sat up and rolled her eyes at his nickname for her. It made her sound like she was 12 and not 22. Though her nickname gave her permission to poke with him a bit, even if he wouldn’t find it funny. But Vivienne was in a rebellious mood this morning.

“I don’t think you going on a lunch date with your girlfriend requires my assistance or even my presence,” she mumbled to herself. Vivienne froze when she realized her statement came out oddly worded and she watched Gabriel tense up.

Gabriel smoothed his already wrinkled free shirt, which Vivienne knew was a sign she had gotten under his skin, and he cleared his throat. She heard him take a deep breath, meaning he was thinking about the next thing he was going to say.

Vivienne swung her legs over the side of the bed, knocking a few pillows on the ground with her feet, and stared at her brightly colored toes in an effort to divert the conversation. Things out-of-place drove Gabriel insane.

“You’re making a mess,” he said as he went to pick up the pillows. Vivienne pushed a lone pillow farther away from Gabriel’s reach and he sighed.

“Vivienne.” His tone said he wasn’t in the mood to play but Vivienne wasn’t done.

“You’re no fun. Always serious, serious, serious, waking people up unnecessarily with that damn sunlight in the morning! I wish it would rain, you sleep like a baby in the morning when it does,” she said with a slight inflection on the last part.

“Vivienne, this conversation has dragged on too long. I’ll be in the kitchen if you decide to do something productive with your life today.”

Gabriel wasted no time exiting the room, but he was sure to arrange the pillows he did pick up back on the bed in their appropriate place. Vivienne waited till the door closed and she promptly knocked them back on the ground.

“Kill joy.”

Next: Sprinkler

Luck

The morning started out fine. I was following my daily routine to a T, like I had been doing for nearly 5 years, when loud banging interrupted my breakfast. At first I thought nothing of it and tried to ignore it. But after a good ten minutes of the disruptive noise continuing without cease, I stomped over to the door and swung it open wide only to reveal my very annoying neighbor.

“What can you possibly want?” I asked in a demeaning manner. He smiled at me and poked me in my stomach, much to my dislike. “Don’t play so hard to get baby.” He said with a slightly deeper voice than usually. To restrain myself from slamming the door in his face and possibly injuring him, I took a deep breath.

“You’ve come to my house…every single day since I’ve moved here and do nothing but annoy me. I’m going to ask you…one more time. What do you want?” I explained carefully. As he attempts to fathom a suitable answer to my question, I noticed the time on my watch read a quarter to 9. I was supposed to leave the house fifteen minutes ago.

“Well babe, you know how-Wait where are you going!?” he doesn’t have an opportunity to explain himself as I rushed in the kitchen to grab my bag and nearly run him over on my way to the car.

“You better pay me back for that!” he screamed over the loud engine of the car. I thank my car for being extraordinarily loud today and muffling over his words.. “Yeah sure whatever!” I replied as I zoomed out of the driveway and into the street.

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I stop by a small bakery on my way home from work. As I stroll in the store, I see the place nearly deserted. This surprises me many people seem to talk and recommend this place.

“What kind of…” the man behind the counter stopped. I look up from my purse to scold the man for being rude and not properly greeting me but before I can even get a word out, he does the most surprising thing ever.

He leans over the counter and smashes his lips against mine.

My first attempt to push him off is quite futile. The sugary taste of icing and cinnamon flood my senses as he successful run his tongue along my bottom lip. I accidentally let out a whimper. Accidentally.  I quickly try to push him off of me a second time before he can shove his disgusting tongue down my throat and do not fail again.

“What the hell is wrong with you!? I’m going to report-“ I stop yelling to look at the accused man and nearly lose it. It was him.

That damn neighbor.

“You. Are. Sick. How do I know you don’t have some disease that’s contagious in that germ infested mouth of yours?” I ask bringing my hand to touch my violated lips. Granules of sugar lightly crusted my lower lip and I see him smirk.

“I’m guessing that’s the first kiss you’ve had in a while. That’s from this morning. But I must say your lips are as soft as I imagined,” he compliments. I at this point begin to feel the color rise in my cheek and I quickly clear my throat to divert his attention.

“Just get me a red velvet cupcake before I bash your head into this counter.” I threaten as I continue to avoid his gaze. “I like you feisty. Makes me wonder how you are in bed. Coming right up, sweetheart,” he said with a smile, adding a wink to his last word.

I quickly find a table to sit in and nearly miss the chair. Why am I so hot? Why am I even blushing? I lift my wrist up to check the time and find it’s shaking. I never shake. I for one odd reason for another turn to look to make sure he isn’t secretly drugging me and find myself attracted to his presence.  He was concentrating on icing the cupcake, making every turn of his wrist look delicate and beautiful. I feel myself blush even harder when he looks up at me with a smile and I quickly turn back around.

“Don’t think about him…don’t think about him…” I continue repeating to myself in an attempt to occupy my mind of anything but him. This proves to be successful for only a few minutes until I feel his presence besides me and my heart starts pounding at a nearly undocumented speed.

This is bad.

Really bad.

I finally look up at him. And for the first time, I could actually focus on his face.

His fair sun kissed skin made his blue eyes stand out. I didn’t even know he had blue eyes and I lived next to him for nearly two years. His dirty blonde hair framed his face nicely and his smile….his smile captured you. Soon I get lost in discovering his features that had been there all along and he clears his throat to draw my attention.

“Uhm…here’s your cupcake.” He sets it on the table and I stare at it for a good minute or so. It is beyond beautiful. The moist cake of the cupcake only peeks out at the corner, where the soft buttercream icing intentionally missed. “Do you not like it? I can make another one if you like?” he asks adding concern in his voice.

I quickly shake my head and smile genuinely for the first time at him. “No it’s beautiful.” I say with warmth in my voice. I stare for a while longer then look up at him.

“I uhm…I’m sorry.” I say quietly. He leans over the table close enough for me to feel his warm breath tickling my cheek and whispers, “You know I’ve wanted to kiss you for a year now. And I kind of want to kiss you…again.”

And I do the craziest thing.

I kiss him.

Maybe, just maybe, I’ll think about letting him inside tomorrow morning.