Static

by Vivi Anna

  She smiled, and tucked a stray newly dyed blue hair behind my ear. "Be home early. You have school tomorrow."

  "I know. I will." I kissed her on the cheek, lingering a few seconds to drink her in. Her scent never failed to make me feel loved.

  Trevor was waiting for me at the door. He smiled when I came barreling down the hallway and tackled him with a hug. He wrapped his arms around me tight and kissed me on the lips.

  "I missed you," he said.

  "You just saw me yesterday."

  "I know," he nuzzled my ear, "but I miss your messy bed head in the morning."

  "Oh, like it is now?"

  He looked at my hair and ran a hand over it. "Yup, perfect."

  "Have fun," my mom called from the kitchen.

  "See you, Lynn," Trevor returned.

  She popped her head around the corner. "Be good. And take care of my girl."

  He slung his arm around my shoulders. "You know I will."

  "Bye mom." I pushed open the front door and we went out.

  Hand in hand, we walked down the driveway to the fabulous POS Trevor had bought with some of the money he'd earned by being a roadie. He opened the door for me.

  "So, I was thinking, there's this new band playing..."

  I shook my head. "No. No bands. If I never go to another gig in my life it will be too soon." I slid into the seat. He shut the door.

  He got in the other side and started the car. "It's jazz. What could possibly go wrong at a jazz concert?"

  "I don't even want to know."

  Laughing, Trevor put the car in drive and pulled away from the house.

  It felt good to be out with my boyfriend. We were going to a movie with friends. Chloe and her new boyfriend were meeting us at the theatre. It was nice and normal.

  Just what both of us needed right now. For today it was perfect. For tomorrow? Well, I didn't know. Does anyone?

  About the author

  Tawny Stokes has always been a writer. From an early age, she'd spin tales of serial killers in love, vampires taking over the world, and sometimes about fluffy bunnies turned bunnicidal maniacs. An honour student in high school, with a penchant for math and English, you'd never know it by the foot high blue Mohawk and Doc Martens, which often got her into trouble. No longer a Mohawk wearer, Tawny still enjoys old school punk rock, trance, zombie movies, teen horror films, and fluffy bunnies. She lives in Canada with her fantastical daughter, two cats, and spends most of her time creating new stories for teens.

  You can visit her at www.tawnystokes.com