Theadore's Man.....My Dream Man

After about 2 minutes of making out right there in the middle of Brody’s kitchen, it started it seem a little weird. Especially since right in the room beside of us, we could hear Brody’s mom humming while doing the laundry. Apparently Brody finally realized what we were doing and where, so without breaking the kiss, we made our way towards the staircase. It might not have been the easiest task, but soon enough we made it there. Since it was utterly impossible to go up a butt load of stairs while playing tonsil hockey, we broke the kiss, finally, and bolted for his bedroom.

In the back of my mind, I was screaming at my self that this was the worst possible thing to be happening right now. 1) I’m going to be leaving in three weeks, and doing this was going to make it harder to leave Brody. 2) Brody has 4 girlfriends. And 3) BRODY’S MOTHER IS DOWNSTAIRS!!

Although I had many things to think about at that time, the only thing on my mind was where Brody’s hands were headed and the way his mouth tasted like the toothpaste he must have just recently used. All these thoughts dissolved at the feel of Brody’s slender fingers cupping my butt, and lifting me up. My only option being to wrap my legs around his waist, that’s exactly what I did.

He walked over to his bed, and disposed me on top of his navy blue comforter. While I was leaning back on my elbows, gazing at him quizzically, he just stood there looking at me. Not just looking, but analyzing me. Kind of like he was comparing me. To who, I have no idea. Actually I kind of did have an idea. One of his girlfriends. Remembering that he was a man-whore ,I started to get pissed. I got angrier and angrier as time passed with him still standing there. He had no right to compare me to one of his whores!!!!!!!!!!! Setting my jaw, I snapped up and off the bed, practically running for the door.

“Kennedy!!” Brody yelled, grabbing on to my arm.

I yanked free of his grasp and once again tried bolting for the door, trying to escape his irresistible eyes, and also the look in them.

But once again he grabbed onto my arm, and this time he spun me around to face his tortured gaze.

That stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Kennedy…….” he started. “What’s wrong??”

I felt a familiar pricking in the backs of my eyes and groaned. I was NOT going to cry again. I had done enough of it in the past months, and I was sick of the salty taste and red rimmed eyes. But another look at his pleading eyes caused them , for the second time today. To spill over.

He was still holding on to my arms, and wouldn’t let go, so there was no way I was running. I closed my eyes, and let the truth finally soar.

“Brody, I’m in love with you. Right before you started dating Beverly, I realized it. That’s why I beat the shit out of her. I was jealous.” I let out a humorless laugh.

“What good that did.” I finally opened my eyes, but cast them downward, not wanting to see the rejection of me in his chocolate ones.

I felt his grip tighten on my arms, and then glanced up to look at him.

Rejection was the exact opposite of my original thought.

I saw happiness, hope, and the most important. Love.

He grinned wide, grabbed me by the waist, and spun me around. I squealed and grabbed on to his arms. He finally set me upright, hugged me, and kissed my temple gently. He then leaned his head down, and whispered in my ear.

“I love you too, Kennedy.”

I leaned back, ran my fingers through his hair, and kissed him with everything that my existence was based on.

When we broke apart, he started talking again.

“Except I realized it sooner. A lot sooner. Say, ever since my sixteenth birthday, when we went skinny dipping. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to love me back. I tried to get over you being gone. I got many girlfriends, but none ever compared to you. I couldn’t stop thinking of you for one minute while you were gone. Your everything to me Kennedy.”

I was shocked. And ecstatic. Brody wasn’t a man whore!! He was simply trying to get over his undying love for me!!!!!!!

We once again started kissing, and this time we didn’t stop. I changed that say. A piece of my heart now belongs to Brody, and so does my virginity.

2 years laterrrr….

After the realization that I could NEVER leave Brody, I moved back to West Virginia. I lived with Garen and Bryce, and finished high school here, with Brody. My mom lived in California, free of my dad, and I visit her for 2 weeks of my summer. I will do this every summer, and holidays. Sometimes, Brody comes along with me. After graduating, I decided I was going to go to college to be a zoologist . Brody, was also going to college, but to be a lawyer. HAHA…..My smart man. Not only did Garen and Bryce get married, but they moved to Michigan, leaving me my very own house. Which, I tell you , I could not handle by myself. So, Brody moved in with me. Shortly after, the best day of my life happened.

It was December 2, and me and Brody were outside, playing in he snow like we use to as kids. We rolled around in the bright, chilled snow, and stopped with me on top of him. Both of our cheeks were rosy from the coldness, and we were more in love than ever.

His exact words…..”Kennedy, my one and only love, marry me. Stay with me until the day I die.”

I smiled bigger than ever and jumped off of him. “Only if you can catch me.”

And he caught me alright. For the rest of my life.