High School Lovers_(0)

Family and friends/Friday Party

Michael? Where did you go? Ashley taunted from behind a nearby tree. I snuck up behind her quickly and quietly, scooped her up and hugged her tight. She screamed and then giggled. I kissed my sisters’ forehead and said, (gotcha.) No fair it was my turn she squeaked.

Can we have pizza, Ashley asked? As we walked back to the house from Sanctuary, our little fort in the woods, the cool November air kissed my cheeks even through the trees. Birds scarcely sang in the distance, most having flown south during the cold winter months. The snow crunching with every step, we walked up the front steps to our three story Victorian. Ashley ducked under my arm as I held the door open for her.
A little about us, my sister and I are from Bourne, Massachusetts; a small town in Cape Cod by the ocean.

Michael/Me, I am fifteen, I have light orange hair, green eyes, the beginnings of an orangish beard and a muscular build due to all my exercise and sports; football and weight lifting mostly. I still had a small amount of fat, but I was by no means ugly. The girls in school seemed to think I was attractive anyway. I will be starting 10th grade this year.

Ashley, my only sibling is younger by one year. My parents called her a “Happy Accident.” At fourteen, she is 5’2, 93 pounds, red hair and green eyes, she perfectly mirrored our Irish heritage and naturally had all the boys in school drooling. This made me both angry and jealous. My sister and I had an unusual relationship. We were always, much closer than most brothers and sisters, and even at fifteen I would give my life for her without hesitation.
The trust we shared and how she looked up to me could be chalked up to the fact that our parents are always away on business trips. They worked for apple, but wanted more time close to home, so they could be with their two kids. Traveling all over the world, they couldn’t keep up with demand.
Our parents were in Michigan for the next two weeks. So being the older sibling and looked up to by my younger sister, I was left in charge. My allowance, which I rarely spent was more than enough to cover any necessary expenses.

Mom (Mary) and dad (Sean); a little about them.

My father is a big guy, my sister and I get our Irish heritage from him. He’s the pinnacle of Irish men, he’s 5’10, weighs 250 pounds, (some of which is muscle), dark orange hair, a red beard, and green eyes.

My mother is English and Scottish. So we all have slight accents even though my sister and I are second generation. My mom is a petite woman, at 5’7 and 130 pounds she has dark brown hair and grey eyes. Though she’s not Irish she sure acts like an Irish woman, perhaps because she had been around Dad and his family in Ireland since they were little.

I will call the “parents” by their first names, so as to not confuse readers with all the: “moms and dads.”

Ireland

Mary and Sean met when they were both toddlers, wherever one went the other followed; and should they be separated the tears and tantrums would follow soon after. When they were thirteen they made official their status, Sean was always protective of Mary and even more so after that day. Soon after they turned fifteen Mary’s family had to move away, her mother had earned a prestigious position at a museum in London as the head curator. Sean and Mary were distraught, though months later they still kept in touch. Until a sad fate, in February of 1963 Mary’s father was diagnosed with liver cancer and died in April of the same year at the young age of 48, Mary fell into a bad crowd and a dark place.

When Sean found out he tried to contact her. Grandma (Edith) told him that Mary needed him and that she couldn’t get through to her.
Sean had a job with a local farmer, by the name of John. John gave him some cash for the trip. Don’t worry about your folks; I’ll cover for you, and inform them in a couple of days, he’d said. Now go get your girl, said John.

Sean left the country and took a long, rocky boat ride to the U.K. The sea was cold and choppy and considering he was a stowaway he was forced to eat only the food John had provided him with.

It was summer so Mary wasn’t in school. Instead she was at a local park smoking marijuana with a couple of guys. They’d asked to have sex with her and she said no. High and horny, they attempted to force her.

Sean’s Irish blood boiled and he blacked out. At the hospital his eyes cleared. The nurse told him, as Mary had told her.

You beat the three men to the brink and Mary had to stop you, before you killed them. You then ran seven miles with her in your arms to this hospital.
Is she ok? Sean asked, with worry and fear dripping from his tone.

She’s fine we were able to clear the drugs out of her system for the most part, but the withdrawal will be hell, aside from marijuana we also found other substances. She’s sleeping it off now.

Sean stayed by Mary’s side for six days, called his mom (Ashlyn) and Dad (Kenley) twice, to their great relief. They were both proud, because he followed his heart and mad because he’d left without telling them.

Two days further, passed and on the eighth day Mary’s eyes slowly peeled open. Sean sighed heavily and began to cry, and to Mary’s great relief, she realized Sean was beside her the entire time.

I will never leave you again, Sean said. I love you more than the world, and I have always! Mary began to softly cry into Sean’s shoulder, I’m sorry, I missed you so much. I know love, I know, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, Sean groaned.

Mary moved back to Ireland with her mom (Edith) until Mary and Sean turned 25, when they moved to America for their current job positions.
Back to the present.

Sis, we had pizza two days ago, why don’t we have some Chinese? Her eyes lit up, awesome we haven’t had Chinese for a while.
I set the table, calling the local Chinese restaurant and ordered some chicken fried rice and a plate (or rather box,) of general Tso.