Passion - Jadyenne Remkes (different e readers TXT) 📗

rough and it sent shivers up my s[pine like I had never heard his speak. “What’s your super power?” I ask. It sounded pretty pathetic, ill admit, but it was a good question. “I manifest things that don’t exist.” He says with a smile. “Example?” I prompt hopefully. He holds his hand out to me, I want to touch it but I resist. He closes his eyes, and He is holding a mix between a tulip and a rose. It was beautiful. He hands it to me. I bring it up to my nose and smell the soft elegant scent. It was amazing. “So, you could manifest me a shirt?” I suggest. He smiles cloyingly. “No, I don’t believe I can.” I new he could but, I smiled anyway. He was charming, in a sexy dangerous way. He lies back down, and I look at him for a moment before doing the same. 3)

The morning light comes much too soon. I moan and turn over, to look at the clock, it says 9:33. Why hadn’t my momma woken me up? Then the memories of the last week rushed back, to me, well most of them. I open my eyes to see Ian, peacefully asleep. My head was laid next to his, much too close. How did that happen I wonder? His chest was bare and beautiful. I avert my eyes with a sudden feeling that said clearly. (What did we do last night?) Then that memory came back to me too. I sighed it was ok. We didn’t do anything I wouldn’t do fully awake. I smile to myself and move to kiss his cheek; he stirs and opens his eyes. He smiles at me before murmuring.
‘I thought you were a dream, im glad your not.’ He says, clearly full of joy.
‘Im not creative enough to dream you up, you continue to surprise me, like with that kiss last night.’ I say, my smile showing even more. He smiles at me wildly, with the play boy smile I love so much. I could have been glowing; my mind was in the clouds.
The door bursts open, and I grab the blankets for a shred of left over dignity, but when I look dow ni realize I am wearing a cotton tank top. I smile at Ian, but he isn’t looking. His eyes are glued to the door where ,Riley is standing, bright eyed and beaming.. I relax, not much, but a little.. David turns the corner, and jumps just like Riley had, and covers his eyes.
‘Whoa, no one told me this room was X-rated.’ He says playfully, a teasing tone in his voice.
‘Look whos talking.’ I say, everyone looks at me, Ian with a look of surprise, Riley with a look of smothered guilt, and David with a look of pride.
‘What?’ Riley tries her chances. I laugh.
‘You have love-hair. Babe, and plus Ian and I didn’t DO anything.’ I say to her, and she gives in with a semi guilty smile. I head to the bathroom to get dressed, throwing on a pair of baggy cutoffs and a red shirt that came down to my belly-button. I exit the bathroom, and everyone is staring.
‘Who knew, you have a body?!’ Riley squeals teasingly.
‘Do not!’ I yell back, accusingly. ‘Get your eyes checked.’ I smile at her and laugh.
‘Do so.’ Ian disagrees, completely serious. ‘I would know, from personal experience.’ Yes he would. I stand on my tiptoes to kiss his warm lips and take his hand in mine.
“Come on, take a seat and lets review. What exactly are we doing anyway?” I ask.
“We are obviously on a mission, but to where?” Riley continues, I appreciate her enthusiasm.
“Ok, the only thing my mother told me was to find you and you would be my family.” I say laying the note of the table we had all gathered around. Riley reads it and passes it to David. Riley reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a yellow wrinkled paper. She unfolds it and smooths it out over the wooden table. It was a very detailed drawing of a house. It was elegantly built with new age stone and surrounded by tall ancient trees. In the distance were large wheat fields and a large pond. It was beautiful. I was almost lost in a trance.
“Plus, look at this.” Riley says, flipping the page over. On the other side of the page was a necklace. My necklace. I open my mouth to speak.
“What are we supposed to do with a picture of a house, and a drawing of some necklace?” David asks.
“My necklace.” I correct, six eyes turn to me, and I point to my neck, where the exact duplicate of the sketch hung.
The energy in the air heats up, and thickens to portray deep sense of evil. No one else seemed to notice. I pull apart the satin drapes that seem out of place in this hotel. Then we saw it, all of us. A dark man was peering out of an oldies looking car that I couldn’t place. I instantly knew that was what we were running from. We had to leave now.
I throw whatever clothes I touch, grab my mommas dress, packed it, neatly, and had to resist my urge to flee the area or punch something. I had a little bit too much fight, and flight, in my system Bags in hand. We book it one at a time down the back stairs, even though Ian insisted, the man was gone. I wasn’t taking any chances. Not even close. It took us only seconds to reach the car, at our slowest possible speed. Well when we were in a hurry that was. We jumped in the car, and I cranked my MP3 to the perfect song, although Ian stared at me as though I was insane for wasting time to pick a song. Come on, theme music, it gets me in the mood, for running.

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It was hours later when I realized. The guy in the car knew what we looked like. We needed a make over, and no I wasn’t just saying that for a reason to go to the salon, I hate salons. They were all pink and frilly, I couldn’t stand them. Not in the least. But this was a serious situation. I threw that idea at the others and they werent very enthusiastic about it, but they agreed. In the next town, we stopped at the closest mall and ran in. we approached the salon and I dreaded it. We went in, and I talked to the girl at the desk.
‘Hi, we are kinda in a hurry, and we need a completely new look, that will last.’ The girl looked at me blankly, as if she didn’t understand what I said.
‘Get your best stylists on it.’ Riley suggested. ‘We will pay twice as much as normal, just please hurry.’ Now the girl came to. She seemed to know what we were saying. She mumbled something about only having two really good stylists, so Riley went for makeup, and David went for whatever he could find. I told him to get a pair of sunglasses for me. I lost mine.
‘If you are getting hats, get good ones.’ I add as he leaves.. Aaron and I sat I the stylist chairs, that smelt strongly of mousse and hairspray, but I bet only
Ian and I could smell it. My stylist was a cute, petite blond; she had a wide smile across her face, when she turned to me.
‘How would you like your hair?’ she asked, and I knew instantly she put a lot of pride into her job. I smiled at her.
‘Do whatever you want, just not very many curls, and I want it to last, maybe some color, like a reds, silvers, oranges, whatever you can think of.’ I say with another small smile. Her eyes light up as she accepts my challenge. She tells me to relax and close my eyes. She tells me a long story, about her mom, but I only heard about a minute of it, before I was talking to Ian. She didn’t notice, no one did. A few hours later. She announced to me she was done. I was a little worried about looking at my hair, but I blew it off and opened my eyes. The sight knocked the breath right out of me. I almost didn’t recognize myself in the mirror. She gave me bangs that went across my forehead, and my hair was in layers, I could feel it. My hair had many different colors in it. The layers were died, coordinately. There was a color and then my natural color, and then another color, and then all the colors of my hair shoved in my bangs, blood red, silver, deep green, blue, and my natural color, and the black. I was stunned. It was amazing. Some would say I looked like a rain-bow or a Christmas-tree but, I thought it was the most colorful emo look I had ever seen in my life. After a few minutes of my thanking her for the most beautiful hair do I had ever seen, and giving her an outrageous tip, I turned to look at Aaron. I hardly recognized him; his hair was spiked, and full of multi-colors. The same colors of mine I recognized. I gave his stylist a hug tip too. Soon David and Riley came back; they were also stunned to silence. Riley got my stylist, and I told both her stylist and Davids’ to color coordinate their hair too. I watched as she hacked off Riley’s long black hair, and made it into a short cropped look. She put Deep green, and blood red like mine, and then the most amazing orange color. I loved it. David had the same hair do as Aaron, but with the same colors as Riley. When they saw they too were shocked. I laugh and hug Riley, she is unrepentant. I back away and watch for her delayed reaction. I stare at her steadily, waiting. Nothing, this was going to take a while. Final after moments of hoping, she cracks a small smile, i sigh, and start breathing again. She liked it i could see it in her eyes. I was so glad, our hair stylist was starting to look worried. I glance at the clock that was placed in a strange position on the wall. Crap, come on you guys we have to go. Now. I add after a minute. They all nod in agreement, and Ian wraps his arm around my waist. David does the same to Riley, and I take David’s hand. We walk out, of the salon looking great, we looked freaking amazing. I glance at Riley, and David's bags, and I know we are nowhere close to being finished yet. I smile, and throw three hundreds at the receptionist, and flash a smile at our stylists. They were truly amazing. They deserved the money. We attracted a lot of attention, on the way out. Which