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Cherry Blossom Trees (6)
Romance
 Created on 5-5-08
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Well, there was one thing I was absolutely sure of: I was not a very nice person. But it’s not like I am cheating on either of them, so that’s somewhat good. Hmm… I wonder what my mom would do. She’s always with men… I bet she would cheat on them. She’s done it once or twice before on her boyfriends.
One time after one of them caught her in the act; he came over to my house drunk and beat her up. He might’ve even killed her if I hadn’t called the cops.
But that is my mom, which is someone whom I’d rather not be.
Well if I knew Grandmary better I could compare the situation to her but for some reason Grandmary has always been a bit of a mystery.
Of course I know the basics of her childhood, and how she met Grandpa Albert but nothing that is fascinating. Like for example some of my friends would say their grandma is a retired magician but in return I would just say:
“My grandma… lives by cherry blossom trees.”
I wouldn’t know what to say because in actuality I really don’t know that much about Grandmary. I know she keeps secrets and thoughts to herself because of the way she watches everything with such intensity, as if she is in deep consideration. And when she peers over at me it looks like she wants to say much more than ever escapes her throat.
I truly don’t know what goes through that woman’s head. Of course I want to know, but I can’t just blurt out:
“Tell me what you’re bloody thinking!”
I will probably go mad over the summer being in such close proximity with her and her enigmatic mind.
“Nice breezy day.” Grandmary’s voice rang behind me and to show I heard her I nodded. She took her spot beside me again and slipped me a delicate smile.
Then she does it again: stares off into the unknown and thinking of things unable to be understood. Rather than blurting it out in a rude, and semi-mad, way I just let my voice stay at a monotone.
“What are you thinking?”
“Truthfully, I was thinking about your mother. You remind me a lot of her, but not as boy crazy.” Grandmary replied with a half-hearted chuckle.
My face turned grim at what she said; I had no desire to be like my mother in any way. Noticing my bitterness, she placed her papery hand on my shoulder and let out a long sigh.
“She is a good person, Nat. But like everyone else in this world, she too has made her share of mistakes.”
“What mistakes have you made, Grandmary?” I ask trying to decipher some of the depth in her vast mind.
“Many, child, many…”
“Could you tell me one? It might help take my brain off boys.”
“Well, alright, but just one.” She warned with a wrinkled finger. “One day when I was a few years older than you and getting ready to marry Albert, remember we were high school sweethearts, I just ran away.” Grandmary motioned with her hand in the distance while the wind coiled around it smoothly.
“Our wedding was supposed to be March 10, but since I had left, it was moved to August 14. I didn’t come back for at least a month and you want to know where I went? I came back home: here. I don’t know if I was just nervous about the wedding, or if I just needed a break but I came back. My parents welcomed me with open arms and I stayed here like I did when I was a child.” Her voice was interrupted by a short cough. “It was a mistake because I broke Albert’s heart. I didn’t inform him at all about it and he almost killed himself.”
“He must’ve really loved you.” I muse quietly.
“And I him; you see it wasn’t some teen love.” She scoffed. “It was pure and true love.”
“What do you think made you come back, even if you are not entirely sure?”
“The trees,” Grandmary confirmed lightly placing her old hand on a cherry blossom tree that was nearby.
I didn’t say anything but that satisfied her just fine; I think she liked the silence.
“I don’t think you were trying to take your mind off boys, but of your mother.” She continued and I was surprised by her abrupt approach on the subject—it is a bit of an uncomfortable subject for me.
“Well… not really…”
“Nat, I know the reason. I know you don’t like her because she has never been the perfect role model but she didn’t have much of one either.” Her voice was a whisper at the end and I could see that the conversation was getting uncomfortable for her also.
“What do you mean?” I ask skeptically. “You are the kindest person I have ever met!”
Then she did it again; she shut me out and stared back out elsewhere. I was becoming irritated with the secrecy so I just spoke my mind without rethinking the words that would escape my lips.
“I don’t keep secrets from you Grandmary! It is not fair that you just shove me aside because you are uncomfortable! I told you about…” And then I stopped because I not only felt terrible and childish but she shot me an angered expression that transformed to calm again.
“Natalie, I do not shove you aside. I do keep secrets but we all have our share of secrets and when the time is right I will tell you them but not now. Not at this very moment.” Grandmary suddenly stood up and began making her way over to the ivory steps. “Dinner will be ready in less than an hour.”
Without another comment I let her enter the home and leave me fiddling with the shredded pieces of grass in my hands.
“You know you even kind of look like her.” I heard a voice muse behind me and I spot Sam looking at me with a kind smile.
“Well, I do look like my mom, and my mom looks like her so yes I can see how that can be true.”
Then the mood became tense as he walked over to me and leaned against the tree. He almost seemed angry.
“There isn’t anything between you and Jack, right?” Sam asked with a creased forehead.
“No.” It wasn’t really a lie because there really isn’t, but there might be… I am not sure. “Why do you ask?”
“Well for one he keeps looking over at you and smiling, and two you blush every time I say his name.”
I felt my face and it did feel flushed; damn.
“I mean he is attractive, Sam, but I don’t really know him.” I reply and his face seemed to calm a little bit.
“Oh… if you did like him I wouldn’t be too pained because that usually happens.”
“Usually happens?”
“Jack is a charming individual that knows just how to get ladies. In other words, he gets them before I do.”
“Oh, I see…” Speaking of the devil, Jack waltzed over with a grin.
“Hey you two,” He said in a cheerful voice before flashing me a killer smile that didn’t exceed Sam’s notice.
“Aren’t you guys supposed to be working?” I asked glancing sideways at the house to see if Grandmary was watching.
“We finished early.” Sam said before Jack could even open his mouth.
“Yep,” Jack sat down next to me and ruffled my hair lightly which made both mine and Sam’s eyes widen.
“Sorry, it’s just that your hair looks pretty in the wind.” He apologized but it wasn’t just one of the annoying lines boys say to get in your pants and such, it was sincere.
“Oh,” Was all that I could think of to say.
Sam was in a rigid stance with a jaw that clenched and unclenched every few seconds. He was glowering silently at Jack who gave him an innocent shrug.
“Well it’s not like you weren’t thinking the same thing.”
“Jack. I. Need. To. Talk. To. You.” Sam’s words came out clipped and distorted while he pulled his brother near the lake and the two of them bantered.
Some girls might like it if two guys fought over them, but I didn’t. I wasn’t a big fan of the attention and it made me feel like a bad person. I should probably stop leading them both on, but it’s not like I don’t like either one because I do like them, both actually.
I couldn’t make out the words but from their body language it was growing aggressive and hostile. Jack was easily the more dominant one out of the two but that didn’t stop Sam from shoving him with a loud snarl.
I saw Jack balling his fists and my pulse jolted to a stop. Impulsively, I jumped up and went in the middle. I knew it wasn’t meant for me but Jack charged forward and plowed me into the lake.
We both fell in with a loud splash. My eyes burned open under the abyss and I saw Jack staring back at me with a dubious expression. Air bubbles exploded from his mouth as he pulled me toward his body and pressed his lips against mine.
I should’ve stopped and went up to the surface because I knew for a fact that Sam would be able to see us in the clear lake. And if he couldn’t it would be a miracle.
But I couldn’t, well I could, but I didn’t want to.
It felt strange snogging underwater, but even so I liked it a lot. I loved the way his plump lips felt against mine and his fingers caressing my face.
Needing air, I shoved away—unwillingly—and broke through the surface. I gasped loudly only to see Sam watching me with a vacant expression. Jack came up within seconds and looked at his shirt.
“Great.” He muttered to himself.
“Did you have fun?” Sam said with a sarcastic sneer.
“Sam… I…”
“Yeah, whatever, you could’ve just told me that there was a thing between you two.” His voice broke twice and Jack’s big brother instincts came out.
“Man, I am really sorry.” Jack’s voice was thick with sincerity. “I guess I just was so caught up in getting the girl I ignored your feelings.” He tried to reach out for Sam but was quickly shunned away.
“Yeah, whatever,” Sam grudged with narrow eyes and I once again felt horrible.
“Sam I will not lie. I like you both and it’s difficult to make a decision.”
“Well since it is such a difficult decision, I will make it easier. I don’t think I want someone who cares for me a lot less than I do for them. So you can have Jack, he was going to wind up getting you anyway.” He swiveled on his heel and stormed to the trails in the forest.
I started to go after him but Jack held my shoulder.
“I know Sammy, and he needs to be alone for a while. Look, I know I shouldn’t have stepped in but I do like you too and when I see something I like I go for it.”
“But it’s not just your fault I played a role in this too.”
“I know.” Jack teased with a smirk but I didn’t smile. “When he is cooled off you will be able to explain and he will understand much better. Nat I think you should be with Sammy.”
“Okay.” I respond quietly as I readied to leave.
“I am not finished.” He said holding me back once more. “I don’t want you to be with Sammy, but I think you should.”
“What?” I was a little confused because his words came out fast and low.
“I want you, but I think it would be best if you were with Sam.” His voice was audible so I nodded with understanding.
“You are probably right.”
I did want Sam, but I also wanted Jack. Why does this have to be so hard? I wish the answer was simple and I didn’t have to hurt either one. At the moment I was hurting both.
This time Jack let me walk away but I could feel his eyes glued to the back of my head. Not wanting to meet his gaze, I went into the house to find Grandmary setting the table. A door clicked behind me but I didn’t look over to see who had entered.
“Could you be a doll and get one more plate in the cabinet in the other room?” She asked and I entered the dark room next door.
As I neared the plates I felt something breeze over my left arm, causing goose bumps. I whipped my head around to see Jack in the faint glow of the lamp.
“This is going to be harder than I thought.” He breathed before pulling me into another kiss.
Well there were two things I am sure of now: one, I was not a nice person, and two, Jack was the best kisser I have ever kissed.
(Author's Note: Well I am not sure who I am going to make Nat end up with. In a way I want it to be Jack, but in another Sam. Like the previous chapter I stated Jack's full personality hasn't been explained yet, and it still hasn't. The more you get to know him, the more you may like him.)
(I am sort of leaning towards the Jack end-- even if at first it was suppose to be Sam-- because I don't want to that plot where the girl gets the guy everyone wants her to get. It works in many stories but I kind of don't want it to go down like that in mine.)
(However, I may change my mind so it could be Sam... or it could stay as Jack. So if you're a Sam fan at the moment there is still hope same for if you're a Jack fan.)
(enjoy!)
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so i'll just leave that up to the mastermind(: