Why hullo there. Yes, yet another "hullo there" intro. Sigh.
Anyway, I've decided to finally write a story of LOVE (oh really?) and WAITING.
I guess this would be far from my first story which was basically about LOVE and NOT WAITING. So here we are. This may change from time to time because I'm practically making a draft here. HAHA. So okay, it would be a boy's POV since.. idk, it would be better written that way? Hehe, Of course, I may or may not be able to depict their emotions or sensations in writing since obviously, I'm no male. But I carry on in the hopes that somehow this won't be as bad as my first literary work (titled Royalty) which consisted of raging hormones and a shrewd sense of inconsistency.
I was hanging at my room, waiting for my mom to wrap up before leaving for the service. It was my dad's turn, being one of the five pastors at our church, to preach today. That means he has already left to ready things up at the church and it was up to me to drive my mom, my sisters and my paralyzed brother to church. Esther and Sofie literally sprang up from their beds on the second floor and raced each other to the bathroom. They're only a year apart and share rooms so they're very close. John Jr. on the other hand, couldn't as much as spring up from anything ever since he had that hit and run incident a year ago.
"We're ready, honey." My mom smiled as she slipped in my room just before I finished spraying on some body spray. She was wearing her gray Sunday dress, I'm not entirely sure what the cut is called but I think it's absolutely stunning and I say so. In my family, we are taught to vocalize compliments and tame our mouths for insults, as fitting for a family paid by the people around them.
My mother's smile grows bigger as she strokes my hair--the same hue as hers. She does it briefly, knowing most guys my age would get annoyed or embarrassed when their mothers do that. But I didn't mind really. She hurries back out, just across--to John's room to wheel him out. I hand the keys to Esther who was plenty eager to take them as she ran out of the house, the keys in one hand, Sofie's in another. She's 14 and couldn't drive for at least another 2 years but my dad and I agreed to let her start the car when we can.
I take the handles of John's chair as I greet him with a pat on the shoulder. He used to do it when I was a lot younger, when his legs were still able to kick soccer balls with me in the springtime. He's chewing on a pizza roll but wipes his hands clean to fist bump mine. I roll him down the isle my dad and I cemented last summer.
We got to church half past eight, leaving us enough time to socialize with our brethren before the service starts. I spot my lacrosse friends as I was rolling John in. I nod at them and John, noticing the gesture, told me to go. "I'll wheel myself so I could grow bigger guns than you and I'll finally have Hannah say yes to me." In the corner of my eye, I spot Hannah, John's girlfriend-since-forever, wave at him. "Alright. Since you're really gonna need the workout to beat this guns." I flashed him the aforementioned guns, looked back to Hannah and waved before making my way towards Jeff and the others.
"How was the weekend, Steph?" Carlos, one of the few Hispanics at church greeted me.
"Gee, I don't know Carlos. Why don't you tell me since we were here playing ball 'til 4 in the afternoon."
"Oh say 'gee' again Stephen, it sounds really sexy on you."
I hit him on the stomach playfully before Jeff interferes. "Break it up, you two love birds." He glances on the paper he's holding. Spoiler perks if your father's liturgist for the day, "Oh we've got semi new friends today. Well basically they're returning here after 10 years of no sistence. But they might as well be new since we haven't seen them since diapers." There was a pause before Jeff continued, "Except maybe for you Stephen, you've had quite a history together." Jeff smirked and I instantly knew who it was.
The only girl I've had history with in the whole civilization of this church would be... Bethany Prinze. But it's not the kind of history you're thinking. It's the her-bullying-me-kind. And not just any other bullying--it's the her-pulling-my-pants-down-infront-of-everykid-in-sunday-school bullying. Mike, new 3 years ago, curiously inquires of bully's identity. A shiver literally runs down my spine as they casually mention her name. Suddenly all of my traumatic experiences--earning me visits to the city's best shrink--floods back in.
As I tragically reminisce, Jeff captures my attention again with an inbetween of a nudge and a shake. "Heads up, Steph. They've brought the bear in." I follow his gaze but struggled to find her as everyone was coming in now. It was almost nine. "Geez, can you please wipe that horror-striken look off your face? You're scaring the people away."
I do as I'm told and straighten up when I finally recognize her. My eyespassed her a couple of times but it was right at this moment that I'm able to recognize her.
