High School Lovers_(3)

High School Lovers
Family and friends
Michael? Where did you go? Ashley taunted from behind a nearby tree. I snuck up behind her quietly and quickly, 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.
A little about us, my sister and I are from (Mass-a-two-shits, yes I said that right, the state is a hellhole) and I was eager to leave even at fourteen.
Michael/Me, I am fourteen, 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.
Ashley, my only sibling is younger by one year. My parents called her a “Happy Accident.” At 13, 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 fourteen 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 fortune 500 companies all over the globe, selling products and bringing business opportunities to other companies. They were free-lance, but still only made around one hundred and ten thousand dollars a year, depending on the current company they represented. Don’t get me wrong we wanted for nothing, but even I could tell many of the companies were skimping.
Our parents were in Michigan for the next two weeks. while they were gone I was in charge.
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 sis 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 grew up together, but Mary’s family moved away at 15. To both their sorrow. They kept in touch until a sad fate, on February 21st of 1963 Mary’s father was diagnosed with liver cancer and died on March 15th 1963 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, (a good man, named John, whom we shared family dinner with many times when I was younger) John gave him some money and told him.
John: Don’t worry about your folks, I’ll tell them, now go get your girl.
Sean left the country and took a long boat ride to the U.K. 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 declined. 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.
Nurse: 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.
Sean: Is she ok? I have to know.
Nurse: 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 now. While your waiting can I hear your guy’s story?
Sean proceeded to tell her about his life and love with and of Mary.
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 woke up. Sean sighed heavily and began to cry, and to Mary’s great relief, she realized Sean was beside her the entire time.
Sean: I will never leave you again. I love you more than the world, and I have always!
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.
Michael: Sis, we had pizza two days ago, why don’t we have some Chinese?
Her eyes lit up. I set the table, calling the local Chinese restaurant and ordered some chicken fried rice and a plate (or rather box,) of general Tso. We took showers then started a movie, the nightmare before Christmas (my favorite.) The dinner arrived at half past six. I figured, I have a lot of extra money so I gave the guy a decent tip as it had started to rain aggressively and he had to drive in it. He smiled, thanked me and ran out in the downpour.
My sis and I were brought up to respect people that work day jobs and to never take for granted the money we get. We always helped the needy at the shelter and the homeless gathered in downtown Falmouth.
When Ashley turned 15 she’d have to find a job, instead of living off our allowance. Our parents were, by no means poor; however, they wanted us to learn to stand on our own two feet, to work for everything we get, and to never take handouts.
I currently worked a part-timed job at a local well known restaurant.