Too Bad for Her

I stared at the window where the natural heat from the sun is coming, an obvious sign that it's already summer.

I saw our neighbors putting things in their car's trunk, "mom did you bring my sunflower swimsuit?" the little girl ask, obviously excited for their summer outing.

It's early in the morning and I love to feel this summer vibe. Who wouldn't love summer anyway? Summer has always been the most anticipated season of every students, we get to relax from all the school activities and studying we did.

I went to the couch and played my favorite Christian song from my laptop's song playlist. One of my morning routine is to always listen to my favorite Christian song, it makes my heart at peace all the time.

"Mary Elizbeth, my best friend's son is coming here to stay for a summer vacation," I stopped listening to my favorite Christian song when Mom told me about it.

"Who mom?"

"Sweetheart it's Timothee, did you forget him already?" I immediately stand up and left my laptop on the couch, "your childhood friend," she gave emphasis to the childhood friend-part.

"I really can't remember a childhood friend with that name mom...oh! Wait! Is this the same Timothee I once played dolls with back then?" Mom smiled at me. "Can I still consider him a childhood friend? We just played once and as far as I remembered he didn't like it, he didn't like me at first too," I felt sad remembering what happened, it wasn't really a good memory, he's really off that time and it seems like he doesn't like me at all. But if he's really coming here for a summer vacation, then might as well, we'll have another fresh, new and memorable start as friends.

"Yes sweetie," I smelled morning pancakes mom's cooking for me. Pancakes are really best for breakfast but I can eat pancakes any time of the day, it still tastes the same all the time, very delicious because Mom made it.

"Mom I can help you with this," I said as I tried to reach for the chocolate syrup. I know, I'm a bad cook that's why I really can't help Mom with anything that has something to do with cooking, "because I can't help you with cooking," I pouted and transfer the syrup in a clean small porcelain teapot, so it would be easier to put the syrup on top of the pancakes later.

"It's okay sweetie, you'd be completely perfect if you won't be bad at one thing," she winked at me, "you're smart, you're beautiful, you can even sing and dance and you are so humble...you are so kind, and you're truly a gift from God," I kissed my mom's cheeks for that. I never doubted what my mom's telling me anyway. Because in this world she and dad will be the only person I'll trust, aside from the greatest among all the greatest, God.

"Thanks Mom, you're the best and your pancakes too!" I can't help but comment because our pancakes are already ready! So ready for my tummy!

As much as I wanted to gain weight, it always seems like I'm not gaining any...I'm not that skinny tho. I shake my head. I should be contented. God will not be happy if I ask for more. I should love my body for this is how God created me. "Mom, about that Timothee... When is he coming for---"

I wasn't able to finish what I was about to say because our doorbell rings. "You're expecting a visitor mom?"

Mom just nodded and smiled at me before opening the door for the visitor. "Veronica! Finally! Haven't seen you for a long time---"

I saw Aunt Veronica and... "Where's my room Ma'am?" I don't know if this person---whom I think Timothee is right now---is being polite to my mom or being rude with a slight sarcasm.

"Timothee, will you stop? You're disrespecting your Aunt Catherine," I'm right he's really Timothee and he'd grown up so much.

"It's okay Veron, let him," my mom then turned to Timothee, I love my mom for always being understanding, "Tim, it is nice seeing you again. You've grown up to be a fine young man now---"

"My room, madame," he lazily interrupted my mom, not letting her finish what she has to say. That's too much, I wanna scold him for disrespecting my mom, but mom won't be happy if I'd do that. Besides my mom isn't calling me yet so it's not right to suddenly join their conversation.

I stayed where I am right now and watch them.

"Okay Tim, it's in second floor. I left it open this morning and I also ask someone to clean---"

"Thanks, I'll go upstairs and sleep," he didn't even bother to look at his mom before going upstairs. I shook my head, I won't ever do that to my parents who raise me to continue living, who work hard for me.

Aunt Veronica talked to me for few minutes and told me that Timothee has a short temper and very bad attitude. I only nodded and assure that I'll try my best to understand him. Anyway, I really can't judge him at all, and it's not right to judge a person you just met, not that we just met but It's been a long time since we last saw each other.

I go to his room to check on him. I knocked three times but no one's opening. I was about to leave when his room opened and the view of him being topless now, with just a towel covering his lower body part, made me stop.

Not that I'm drooling over him. It's my first time to see a man not wearing any top shirt at all, "you like the view you can't stop staring?" I shook my head.

"No. I just went here to check on you and to tell you something," I slowly walk towards him when he suddenly grabbed my hand and walked me inside with him in his room. The door shut behind me.

He frowned. Another masterpiece of God that's so beautiful is in front of me.

He obviously stands 5'11. Curly dark brown hair, a pair of green with a hint of hazel eyes, thick brows, long lashes, narrow pointed nose, red pursed thin lips...and strongly defined jawline. God really made everyone beautiful in their own ways.

"3 minutes," I stopped checking his facial features, "you've been staring at my face for 3 minutes," he stands in front of me, this time nearer. He place both his hands on the door behind me right over my head, he's just really tall than me. He found his way to make me stare at him again.

"I'm not staring for nothing, I just appreciated God's another masterpiece, I just know how to appreciate everyone," I said without even blinking, I don't wanna blink because he might assume otherwise and assuming leads to misunderstanding, and I don't want that. I always wanted good communication with other people so I'll be able to understand them not being biased at all.

"Really huh?" I smiled at him and nodded. From earlier until tonight, he seem very distant, I'm not seeing him smile also, he's not the Timothee I remembered from my childhood, the Timothee I knew seemed nice back then, we didn't play much but I remembered playing with him once with my dolls.

"Also, I hope you change how you talk to elder people, you see God won't like it if you talk like that. I believe you know that respect begets respect. And respecting everyone isn't as hard as what it may seem to others. I'm not judging you okay? I'm not saying you're a disrespectful person already, because I've only seen you once disrespecting them. I just want to remind you that you shouldn't be---"

I stopped in the middle of talking because his...his lips...his lips just went on...on my lips, my heart suddenly frantically beats, "as much as I wanted to hear your thoughts about me Mary Elizbeth, I'd rather, shut you up..."

"My. Lips. On. Your. Lips...than I'll keep you talking, " I don't know what to feel, it's my first kiss, and it just, happened to be taken away by someone I'm not in love with, and not married with, yet.

My rule. Never let a man kiss you unless he's planning to marry you.

"Have you heard about this rule Mary Elizbeth? That," he tucked my hair behind my ear, "Don't come near a bad boy's room, if you don't wanna get laid,"

I just looked at my feet. It's a bad idea I did, because right now my tears won't stop from falling, "what the hell? Why are you crying?!" I know he's trying to suppress a laugh.

"You stole my first kiss, I d-dont have anything to offer to my future husband, y-you... You just stole what's already reserved for him," he burst out laughing and I cried even more.

I'm sorry God for telling he stole something from me, but...I intended to give my first kiss to someone I'm gonna marry.

"Hey Elizbeth! It's just a kiss, and it's not like I'm a person with STD. You make me look like a bad kisser!" he laughed even more.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for telling you that you stole my first kiss, I still have second kiss for him...I think he will understand if---" he kissed me for the second time, slower this time, and I could feel something poking my abdomen. I don't know what it is! And I don't think it's a good idea to continue and to let him but I just can't stop because it feels so good...

"Second kiss," he smirked.

I did a sign of the cross, "you're unbelievable," he remarked.

"Next time, I'm not gonna go near you, excuse me..." I wipe my tears away. And did another sign of the cross, I know God is watching me from above.

I failed him. I honestly got tempted. Way too bad, Rebel Timothee.