When Brandon arrived with three large bottles of Captain Morgan, I knew it would be a crazy night. Caleb, Ana and I finished the Irish Whiskey, and we're halfway through the first bottle of Captain so far, having a blast in the pool playing Volleyball. Caleb and I are beating Brandon and Ana's asses, they're very sore losers when they're drunk. I told Ana Brandon could stay til next week, so they're crashing in the guest room, I figured it was fair to share my victory with my best friend for at least a week. Caleb and I will be spending a lot of time in my room anyways, and I'm sure she's planning the same. Ana's the free spirited one, and as she calls herself, a sex addict. Apparently, Brandon reciprocates the same feelings, so they make the star couple as far as she is concerned.
Since I've never had sexual experiences, I have no idea what kind of a person I am when it comes to my sexual interests. Caleb is not a virgin. That's the only feild Ana and I do not share, I've always wanted my first time to be special, it had nothing to do with religious beliefs because I don't believe in any of the religious stuff at all. I just want my first time to be with not only someone I truly have a spark with, but I want it to be memorable. I can see Caleb being that someone, but I'm not looking into it, of course.
Ana is so pleased with how close Caleb and I have gotten, and so am I. She says I look happier than I've been in a long time, he's bringing out the best in me she feels. She says she played Cupid so well she should start a dating app, because she'd match people up better then they could. She's not wrong, everyone she's ever introduced have had a long lasting relationship, in fact, a friend of ours is going on their fifth year of dating, and Ana said from day one they were meant to be together. She was right, they plan to get married in two years, and nobody doubts that we'll be attending their wedding in exactly a year and a half, they won't wait that long.
Where as Ana was good at pairing up people, or as she calls it, playing Cupid. I was good at mending bad arguments, and resolving couples problems for them. People went to her for love, me for answers. People also calls Ana and I the miracle workers, because we're always effective.
Ana's snapping her twiggy little fingers in my face now, as if I'm not drunk and the slight movement wouldn't be creepy at the time, "What Ana?"
"We're playing truth or dare in the pool."
I laugh, "Alright, I'll start. Ana, truth or dare."
"Truth."
"Would you ever consider a threesome?"
Ana rolls her eyes, "I used to think it'd be fun, but now that I'm more mature, no I wouldn't. Because I don't share, and I wouldn't be okay with it. Like maybe I would at first, but then maybe I'm not and whoops the blade slit her neck on accident."
Brandon, "Noted, no threesomes unless we wanna clean up a murder."
I laugh, "Your turn, Ana."
Ana looks at Caleb, "Caleb, truth or dare."
Caleb, "Truth"
"Okay....What are your real intentions with Ambrosia?"
Caleb, "To make her happy, treat her like a princess, and love and cherish her."
I blush, and he turns to me, "Truth or Dare."
I smile, "I'm not a pussy like you two, so dare."
Brandon, "Oooh, salty this one."
Caleb, "I dare you to slap Brandon as hard as you can."
Brandon scoffs, "And of course, Ambrosia, I'll let you smack me, because I'm not a pussy either, like Caleb thinks I am. Plus, I know you won't hit me that hard."
I raise my eyebrow, "You're gonna wish you didn't say that. I hit like a man." And no way am I gonna give it to him easy after a snide remark like that, either.
I reach my hand back, and smack him, his head snaps to the right and he grabs his cheek. "Ow!"
Caleb cackles, "It even SOUNDED like it hurt."
Brandon, "You hit like a drunk redneck man."
I smile, "Gotta put your elbow in it."
Ana, "I could have told you that it would hurt. And I could also have told you not to taunt her like that, Brandon you so asked for it."
I look at Brandon, "Truth or Dare"
"Dare"
"I dare you to order us all Philly steak and cheese subs from Subway on Uber eats, and pour us all a large straight liquor drink."
Brandon chuckles, "That's the most perfect dare ever. Make me spend my money, and get you all drinks like a waiter. I have to remember this dare, it's literally great. But I will do it."
Caleb, "Yes, yes, YES. AND the beef stroganoff tomorrow night then, babe?"
I nod, "I promise."
He smiles, "Good, cause I was excited about that."
Ana, "Oh shit, she laid out the cooking skills already huh?"
Caleb, "Yes, isn't she perfect? I can't believe you don't make her cook you food every night, being across the street and all. I would."
Ana, "She is perfect, and if my mom wouldn't be so insulted, I would. But my momma gets jealous if I go eat with Ambrosia, mostly because she doesn't get to and she wants to herself."
Caleb, "Ambrosia, you got the whole street wanting your food."
"Stop it you guys, you're flattering me." I pause, "Ill go invite your mom for beef stew tomorrow night, I know how much she loves it."
Ana smiles, "Aw, she'd love that so much!"
Brandon comes back with two drinks, for me and Ana first, then himself and Caleb. We all chug the liquor, cringing at it's cringy bitter after burn.
"Better listen out for the doorbell, that Uber eats might eat our food if he ignore him."
Brandon, "I'll hear him get out I'm sure." He pulls Ana closer, "I'm happy I get to spend a week with you baby."
Ana smiles up at him, "Me too baby."
The doorbell rings, and Brandon high tails it out the water, dries off all the water he can quickly and runs to get the food as the rest of us pile out of the pool and dry off ourselves. So much for hearing him get out, Brandon. Once dry, we wrap fresh warm towels around us and go inside to eat.
We each grab a sub, drink and chips and head to the living room, getting cuddled up to our boys, turning off the lights and playing a horror movie. We all eat in silence as we watch the screen, and the movie unfurl upon us. Caleb and I finish our food and I quickly throw our trash away, rushing back into Caleb's open and waiting arms, I snuggle up, my back pressed tightly against his body, his arms around my waist, his breath lightly brushing the skin under my ear. The movie is just about done as my eyes start to close, and I feel Caleb shuffling behind me, lifting me up. I moan lightly and look up at him, he smiles warmly down at me as he carries me up the steps, his strong arms constricting every step up. "I'm taking you to bed, it's okay." I smile as I rest my head on his chest.
As he lays me in bed, he hesitates, "Do you want to....um...change?"
I nod, "I'm too tired though, and drunk. Can you....help me?"
He doesn't say anything for a while, but then he helps me stand up, "You sure you want me to help you?"
I nod, "Yes."
He nods, slowly running his hands in my hair, taking the hair tie from my wrist, he moves behind me, gathering my hair in his hands he gently, and slowly, ties my hair into a tight ponytail. He begins massaging my neck, my shoulders, then moves down to massage along my spine, until he reaches my bikinis buckle, slowly unfastening it, letting it fall to the floor in front of me. He resumes massaging down my spine, my back slowly arching the more he presses, my head fallen back, small moans escaping my lips. His thumbs press against my hip bones, as he massages the muscles aggressively, but gently all the same. A bit of a louder moan escapes my lips, as he kisses the back of my neck passionately. He pushes down my bottoms, I kick them away quickly. He squats down, running his hands over my butt slowly, massaging my legs, careful not to accidentally graze my lady parts. Massaging my calf's, he whispers that I'm beautiful, like the night moon. He stands up, moving around me, slowly cupping my breasts in his hands, pinching the nipples and releasing, running his hands across my shoulders, and along my arms.
He cups my face in his hands, and presses a small kiss on my lips. "You're insanely gorgeous."
I smile at him, "Thank you."
He kisses me again, and without remembering I'm not dressed, I press myself against him, running my fingers through his hair, teasing his lip with my tongue. His hands hold my waist, and I push him onto the bed, deepening the kiss once more. He rubs against me, small grunt coming from his mouth, small moans escaping my own, too caught up in the moment to care. His hands cup my breasts, my nails dig into his back, and I pull back slowly.
Caleb catches his breath, "Let's get you dressed, baby girl."
I nod, and stand up again, slightly dizzy from my intoxication. He finds me a white cotton shirt, and I put it on, then he helps me into my Playboy bunny shorts.
He helps me into bed, like a gentleman, and tucks me in, kissing my lips one more time. He starts to turn away, but I grab his wrist, "Don't leave me."
He looks back at me, "Never....Do you mean you want me to sleep with you?"
I nod, "Yes. I want you to sleep with me."
"Well, I'd be more than happy to."
He crawls in beside me, and I wrap myself around him as I drift off into a comfortable, much needed sleep.
....
I don't get many mornings to cook a full fledged meal, so I'm taking advantage of the four people to cook for this morning. Eggs Benedict is this mornings meal, with a side of bacon as well, and blueberry muffins for after. My best coffee, with Reese's coffee creamer.
I'm the only one up so far, Caleb was even asleep still. But the smell of food should wake them up any minute. Just as I set the final plate on the table, three figures appear in the doorway.
"Just in time for my famous breakfast. Eggs Benedict, with a side of bacon, my famous coffee with Reese's coffee creamer, blueberry muffins too. Enjoy." I gasp, "Oh, and orange juice for the hangovers, and two painkillers next to it."
They smile. Brandon, "Damn, Ana, you didn't tell me we'd wake up in a restaurant."
Caleb, "Baby, have you been up all morning doing this?"
I nod, "Yep, took advantage of the full house to cook for."
Caleb, "You're perfect. You're not cleaning up anything, we'll do it."
Ana, "Yes, we will. You're not allowed to. This is really good. Look, she even made the bacon soft! Soft! No hard bacon at all! Perfect!"
I smile, she always appreciates my soft bacon.
Caleb grunts, "I'm convinced she can't do any wrong. I got lucky as fuck."
I laugh, "I love how appreciative you guys are. Now eat!"
Brandon, "This coffee is really good."
I nod, "I love coffee."
It's not a secret, coffee is my hobby. I'm so good at making coffee, anything you want, frappe, cappuccino, Expresso, etc, I can make it better than most shops.
Most foods I can cook too, just give me a recipe. I love decorational foods a lot. I clearly have a lot of time on my hands, with Danni always absent, I tend to busy myself with foods. I don't necessarily eat everything I cook, I usually take it to the neighbors, or local businesses. I just enjoy cooking. I want to go to college for culinary arts, and master high end meals. After college, I want to move to Paris and work in one if the top five restaurants, while living near the Eiffel tower. It's a big dream, but it is my goal.
Ana wants to come with me, of course, to pursue her in career as a photographer. One if her many hidden talents, she's an amazing photographer. She loves risks, and risky shots where she has to go to dangerous levels to achieve the right frame. But she enjoys doing it.
It's a goal we set together. We have already applied to our colleges, and we've gotten quite a bit under our belts to help our applications. We've been prepared for everything for a long time. Including leaving this town to go to college.
It's a scary world out there, especially for a girl like me. I don't know who I am, I only know who I aspire to be. Isn't it easier to create yourself then it is to figure out who you are? I feel like I'm too lost to find, and I'm scared to see what I might find if I tried. So I take the out clause, by pretending I know who I am. The easy way out.
I butter a blueberry muffin, and take a bite, sipping my warm coffee after the bite. Ana smiles at me as she eats her own. Caleb and Brandon have finished before us, so they clear their spots, and head into the kitchen. I hear them beginning to clean up, and Ana hurries to finish her food so she can help. I eat the rest of my own, following her out as I finish my coffee.
Knock Knock Knock
I go open my front door, wondering who it could possibly be. Only to see Lily, the blonde haired bitch that thinks she rules our high school, and my bully. I glare at her, "What do you want, Barb?"
She glares back, "Ew, you live here? Wow, he has no class. I'm here for my brother."
I chuckle, "Who's your brother?"
She glares, "Caleb."
I internally groan, why does she have to be his sister? "One minute."
"You're not going to let me in?"
"Ha, no, I'm not so sit your ass on the stool, fuck you very much."
I close the door on her, heading into the kitchen, "Caleb, the bitch is here. Fuck. I mean, Lily. No offense, but don't let that swine in my house."
Caleb blinks, "I didn't know you knew each other....or that she even knew where I was. One minute."
I watch him walk to the door, and then look at Ana, "Of all people, he had to be her brother? That's a sick joke!"
Ana just shakes her head, "I had no idea. Lily, as in Swiney Lily?"
I nod, "Yes, Ana, what planet are you on?"
Ana shrugs, "Just confirming."
Brandon sighs, "What's wrong with Lily?"
I glare at him, "Everything is wrong with that bitch, starting it her bullying us since day 1. That vile little slut thinks she owns Westbrooke Haven, and she doesn't!"
Ana, "She's tormented us for years, Caleb dating Ambrosia is only going to be a playground for her. "
Brandon, "Not anymore. I'll look out for it at school on Monday."
Ana kisses his cheek, "Thanks."
Brandon looks at me, "If it's a problem for you to continue seeing Caleb, maybe you should talk to him about his sister, so he understands the situation and maybe he can abliterate it. I know he wouldn't let his sister continue with her antics, he's used to her behavior."
I nod, "I will."
Caleb comes back in, "I'm sorry she just showed up. She's kinda crazy sometimes. Hey, Ambrosia, can I talk to you for a minute?"
I nod, following him out back. "What's up?"
Caleb turns to me, "What's the history between you and Lily?"
I sit down, "She's tormented Ana and I for years, she's made herself quite the bully. She's a bitch, who never has anything nice to say. She's pushed me down flights of stairs before. Yeah, me and your sister will never be friends. Quite honestly, I'd rather push her off a cliff."
Caleb sighs, "She's a bitch, that's putting it lightly. I get it." He sits next to me, "I just don't want my sister to be any factor in our relationship, even though we're just talking and testing the waters right now. I can't choose my family, and I certainly didn't choose my sister. We aren't close, she only comes around when she needs something. So I don't want you to feel like she's going to constantly be around."
I nod, obviously this won't be easy, Lily will surely make it difficult. But he is right, he can't choose who his family is, and neither can I. All I can do, is understand it. "I understand." I smile, "And it doesn't change anything."
Caleb grabs my hand in his own, "Good. I really like you, Ambrosia."
"I really like you, too, Caleb."
He stands up, "Let's go watch a movie in your room."
I nod, letting him lead me up the steps. I don't know what this is, but I like what it's turning into.
....
Sometimes it's hard to forget everything. To just let the anger go, truly release. When Danni first adopted me, I was terrified of her ... But after she showed me she wasn't bad, I opened up and let her truly see me, and it was all good. Until the drugs started, she was normal, nice, and motherly even. We were close for those first 7 months. How did things just go so wrong? I feel like it could have been better than this, like we could have had a bond. If she hadn't started doing drugs, and had stopped those men from beating me. How could she adopt me, and then let me be beat down? How could she let it happen, and not say anything? How can she not care?
The truth is, it would always haunt me, the memories of those men hitting me, until I couldn't take it anymore. Danni standing in the background, frowning but not doing anything to help me. Just pretending it never happened. Why didn't she say, or do, something?
I'll never know. Maybe I don't want to know. Would it help? No, it wouldn't.
If it weren't for Ana, I'd never have made it out of bed, or depression. She never knew it, but I needed her so much growing up. The world would have been dark without her sunlight. I still see the shadows in my room, wishing they'd disappear, but it's not that easy. They're burned in my mind, the images of an abusive man.
The pain, the anger, the hostility inside me growing towards Danni. The resentment being the main cause to me growing away from her. I'll always remember the face of my breaker.
No matter what, Danni will always be the one who broke me.