Novels by Watermelon kiss

Chapter 24AidenAt some point, I got out of the car. Circling the building like a burglar. The house glows with pink and green neon lights, and the music is so loud it rattles the trees and my already restless heart. After a long debate with myself, I finally step out and approach the house. Cautiously. Through the windows, I can see it’s alive inside people moving, laughing, shouting over the bass. I take a step back instinctively. So many people. My pulse spikes just looking at them. But I don’t see Eli anywhere. I sigh, hating myself a little. No matter how tragic my childhood was, surely it doesn’t excuse this kind of behavior.I drift around to the back. There are a few people there, talking, laughing. I freeze, unsure if I should go closer or run back to the car. They’re too caught up in their conversation to notice me, but that doesn’t make it easier. I can’t go back, can’t go forward so… I just stand there. Like a creep. Like a fool. Like a creepy fool.I look around for some

Chapter 23Elian“Today was amazing,” I tell Clara as she pulls into the driveway.She laughs, the kind of low, easy laugh that fills the silence. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”“I did,” I lie, just enough to sound convincing. My head’s still spinning from everything she told me: locks, scanners, blueprints, a nephew who never leaves his room. I can barely focus.“So, are you taking me up on my offer for dinner?” Her voice cuts through my thoughts.“Of course! I mean, look at you. I’d be crazy not to.” A bit on the nose. Okay, a lot on the nose, but my brain is working overtime here.To my surprise, she beams at me, her bleached white teeth flashing with a satisfied grin. Oh? Note to self: Madam Clara really, really likes compliments, no matter how obnoxious they are.“You’re quite a charming young man, Mr. Evan.”“Please, call me Evan.”Her smile widens. “Yes, Evan.”“So, about dinner?”“Right. How about I call you and we can schedule when I return? I simply have no idea when I’ll

CHAPTER 22AIDEN My heart flutters and my hands tremble. God I’m terrified. More terrified than the night my mother pressed a knife to my throat while glaring at my father with that same bitter hatred she wore like skin. More terrified than standing before hundreds of people, forced to speak while my lungs forgot how to breathe. More terrified than when I was ten, and a rabid dog, foam-mouthed, teeth flashing, cornered me, all growl and madness. My legs had simply given out. I’d hit the ground and just… watched. I feel that same powerlessness spread through my feet like fire, forcing me to my knees. The fear grows and grows until it spills out my eyes in torrents. I clamp my mouth shut so they don't hear my pitiful sobs. I don't know how long I sit there watching them. At some point my tears dry up and my feet grow numb. But I'm too transfixed by them, by him, to care much. And then, finally, it’s over. She says something to him, and then they walk side by side, their shoulder

Chapter 21ElianOh my fucking god. Elena did a hell of a job.I look at my hair that’s always been kind of, sort of curly, but not really, and now it’s actually curly. Every curl defined, shiny, glowing like it’s been blessed by the hair gods. I’ve never cared much about my hair, but now it looks… pretty damn good.I look up at her. She’s looking back at me. There’s something beaming in her eyes I can’t quite read.“How do I look?” I say, grinning back at her.“You look really good,” she says, smiling like she knows she’s done something illegal.I twirl, showing off the polo and shorts that Elena had gotten for me after I explained the situation. Where she got them from, I have no idea, but she was pretty upset because none of my clothes were “golfy enough.” “Is this golfy enough?” I ask for her approval.“Looks pretty golfy to me,” she says with a satisfied nod.“Thank fuck.”She giggles as she packs up her hair supplies. “So what time do you think you’ll be done with Madam Clara?”

CHAPTER 20 Uncle Elian AIDEN My body still trembles from the peck? kiss ? that I gave to Elian earlier. What the fuck was I thinking? Why did I think that was okay to do? Why hadn’t I done that much sooner? My body is still trembling. I need to get him out of my head and prepare for my trip. I take out a bag and begin to put clothes in. Then all of a sudden, I remember, she hadn’t really given me much information except California. Where were we going to stay? Tonight? What time tonight? I realize that I’ve been so focused on the fact that I have to leave that I haven’t focused on any of the details. I need to ask her. She needs to tell me more. I need to ask her to tell me who’s going to be there, what they’re going to do, what people are in the company. Maybe I need to apologize. Maybe I’d been a bit too curt to her. She wasn’t a villain. She wasn’t bad. My mother had been. My mother had been terrible to me, awful, painfully distant, and yet irrationally close. She’d go

CHAPTER 19NOT STRAIGHT ELIAN“Flour, butter, cheese, sugar and extra virgin olive oil.” I recite the list Maria wrote for me back to her, “is that all?”“Yes that is all for now,” she replies with a warm smile, “follow Mario he’ll take you to the store I usually get this.” My eyes widen at her words, Mario? My Mario? My best friend Mario? Ohhhhh today just got very interesting.I give her a bright smile, a little too bright actually. “alright I’ll be very, very happy to follow Mario.” Hopefully he can teach me a thing or two about the ways of the human breast.“Thank you so, so much Evan, you're too kind.” she says ruffling my hair.“There’s no problem at all Maria, if you can save me just one slice of the cheesecake you can consider that my payment.” She laughs the wrinkles around her almond eyes deepening, “Alright, consider it done.”Janet is the cook of the house but Maria is the baker(who needs a cook and a baker? Can’t Janet just bake? Or Maria cook? Isn’t this a bit overkill