I NickNamed Her Red, Adrien Hywel [top 100 novels of all time txt] 📗

in, she looked at me then smiled "Finally" she said and put a basket full of clean laundry on my bed. "They look good" she said looking at my eyebrows, half shocked, I smiled at her "What's the time?" I asked. "Half three" she said, and then she added "You better wash it out!" I did her bidding, and then dried my hair, it was a much nicer shade now, a bit darker but still nicer.

Snow and ice all round me, the cold, it was... it was killing me. White to some, maybe explained as pure and untouched, but to me it was utter hell .My ''Parents'' loved to go skiing. I didn't, the cold to me, just seemed to be the most horrible thing on the planet. So when I got the chance, to move to the Californian dessert. I jumped at it, and now next week I would be free, free to do anything I want, and to go anywhere I wanted to go. But for now I was still in the cold, I knew I was in a dream that eventually turned into a nightmare. I was swimming in the ocean, with the absolutely magnificent Orca's, then I got lost, I was sinking down into the deep dark cold.

Then, I felt the warmth of a thousand suns. Hitting my body, heating my body, and awakening my body.

I opened my eyes, slowly, and there was the sun standing right in front of me. Yeah it was a son alright, just not the one I was expecting, or even looking for. ''What the hell, are you doing in my room Juice ?'' I asked him, as he stood in front of the window he just opened. ''Waking you up, its lunch time'' I shot up, hitting my head on the headboard. ''Did Gemma make lunch?'' I asked, as I rubbed my sore head. ''She's in Lodi'' Juice said, as he looked out of the window, onto the dry dessert.

''What?'' I asked as I stared at him, ''She had some errands to run, and the guys had some business to take care of'' he explained and looked back at me. ''And your stuck baby-sitting me, aren't you?'' I smirked. He nodded, and watched me as I got out of bed and go to the bathroom. ''Cereal will be OK right?'' he asked, as I heard him go down-stairs. ''Yeah!'' I shouted, and put some tooth-paste on my tooth-brush. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes seemed odd to me, without make-up. I shrugged and went to my room, I put on a pair of blue leopard print mini-shorts, and a black tee with the Reaper on. I put on a pair of black flip-flops that Gemma had given me, because she was sick of me wearing shoes.

I looked for something simple to cook in the cupboards, like spaghetti .But there was nothing, not one thing, so after eating cereal with Juice, I decided to go to the store. I decided to walk, I mean there's no room for groceries on a Hog, is there?. ''So, what do you want to do tonight?'' Juice asked as I locked the door, I shrugged ''Watch a movie?'' I said as I watched him lead the way. ''What you got in mind'' he asked, I thought hard and eventually came up with an answer ''Star Wars'' he looked at me. ''All of them?'' he asked, a bit overwhelmed, and I nodded as we entered the store. ''So when they coming back?'' I asked him, as we neared the fruit and veg, ''Who?, Gemma and the guys'' I nodded, he thought for a while as he picked up a tomato ''tomorrow night, I think'' he answered.

I looked around for some basil, and was surprised when Juice tapped on my shoulder, and handed me a bunch of basil. ''Thanks man'' I said and then smiled, he smiled back and took me to where the spaghetti was, I got a packet. ''Where, did you learn how to fight?'' he asked me out of the blue. I shrugged ''No, seriously'' he said, ''Why?'' I asked. ''Did Tig teach you?'' he asked, now persistent. I shook my head ''I just, know how'' I explained, as we headed out the door. ''Well, you can sure fight, I can give you that much.'' he smiled, ''So dinner...'' I said changing the subject, ''you can cook right?'' he asked laughing, I smiled ''maybe'' I said. We walked back to the house, and the mid-day sun was hitting my face once again.

´´Maybe I should go blond´´ I stated, as I took a knife out of the drawer. ´´No way! You can't do that. ´´Juice said, as he put a chip in his mouth. ´´Why?´´ I asked now giggling, as I rinsed the basil. ´´Well´´ he said then paused, and put another chip in his mouth ´´It's kind of like you isn't it?´´ I shook my head ´´ I'm a fucking brunette Juice´´ I said, and gave him the knife. He took it, and then took the basil out of my hand. He placed it on the chopping-board, and sized it up with the knife ´´Your very, nearly gaining the nick-name Red you know´´ he said, as he started chopping the basil. I nodded "That would be better, than Lilith wouldn't it?" He winked at me, as he kept on chopping the basil. I took, the two tomatoes out of the cupboard, and started washing them.

It was now, seven o'clock, and it was nearly dark outside, so me and Juice decided to start dinner. It all just seemed so easy with him, he understood me and I understood him (at least, most of the time) I got out another chopping board, and put it on the table. I put the tomatoes on it, and started chopping them. "Hey Juice" I said, and he looked up at me, "Yeah Red?" he asked, I was liking this nick-name. "Do you think, you could teach me how to ride a bike?" He stopped chopping. "Don't you already know?" he asked, as he looked up at me, I shook my head "Wow!" he said, as his eyes opened up wide. He took a breath "OK then, we'll start next week, after you graduate" he paused again, "Is your birthday, the day after you graduate?" he asked as he concentrated on the basil. "Hmm" I nodded, "Ohh" he said, "What you going to do for your birthday?" he asked. I shrugged; my birthday was also the anniversary of my mother's death.

After we had everything ready, Juice helped me cook and it didn't taste awful. It actually tasted good.

"The third one" I said, as I pointed at the cabinet under the TV. Juice picked up the film, and popped it in the DVD player. He came back over to the couch, and sat right next to me, the opening-credits started. As we watched the film, I slowly sinkd into Juice, he was warm very warm. It was like he was my own personal star, like the sun. Warming me voluntarily, whenever I was cold or scared, he just seemed to appear whenever I needed somebody. My eyes slowly, but surely got heavier. Until I sunked into the land of, a thousand Sun's. I heard Princess Lea's annoying voice, and I slowly opened my eyes. Juice had his arms around me, he must have heard me wake-up because he talked, when I opened my eyes "I don't like the princess, I mean how could she kiss her own brother?" I giggled. "Right?" he asked me, and I nodded, he didn't take his arms off me. I was happy about that. As the end of the last film neared, I got up and walked up to my room. I picked up my toiletry bag, some clean underwear, and my PJ's. I went to the bathroom door "Juice I'm going into the shower!" I shouted down the stairs, "OK Red!" he shouted back up. I had a shower, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. I went to my room and dried my hair, after my hai r seemed dry innuf, I went down the stairs. Juice wasn't there.

I heard a knock on the door; I slowly walked over and opened it. There was Juice, a cloth bag in his hand "Forgot my sleepover gear" he said smiling, I smiled back and let him in. "You want to, have a shower?" I asked. ´´Umm, yeah sure.´´ he said, as he climed up the stairs. I sat on the sofa, and flicked through the channels. I setteled for a documentary on whales, I was immersed in the land of water and plankton, when Juice came to sit by me. ´´It's tommorow´´ he said and I just looked at him. ´´Did you see a hot-water bottle upstairs?´´ I asked him, ´´Why where nearly in a heatwave?´´ I looked at him, I had just noticed what he was wearing. A pair of sweats, and that was it. He looked built from the outside, but I had never seen him like this. His stomach was perfectly chissled, just like his chest and arms. I quickly gathered my thoughts, ´´Umm..., it's kind of hard to explain´´ I told him, he smiled and kept looking at me, obviously wanting me to explain. I sighed ´´I can't generate my own body heat, even if I do I quikly loose it. I have a problem with, my blood.´´. He nodded, and then looked at the floor, ´´If you want,´´ he said, then paused and ´´I could...stay with you tonight, if you want?´´ he said still looking at the floor. I smiled ´´I would like that very much´´ I said still smiling, he looked up at me, then smiled back. ´´Would you like being called Red?´´ he asked out of the blue, ´´yeah´´ I said. ´´Why do they sing?´´ he asked now, as he pointed at the TV, ´´Nobody knows´´ I said calmly and looked at the clock on the wall.

I looked at the clock on the wall, Juice was right, it was tomorrow. The time was five past one, 'Its late, I'm going to bed.' I said to Juice, and he nodded 'I'll be up, in a couple of minuets' he said. I walked up the stairs, into my room, and into my bed. I folded the white sheets down, and layed down onto the left side of the bed. The left side, was also the side where the window was, the window was open. The warm summer breeze let itself in without permission, as I watched the half-moon in the sky.

I could see lights in the distance; they were shining as bright, as the countless stars up above me. I watched them silently, Charming seemed peaceful without the constant roar of bikes, and I guess it was. After a while, I heard Juice turn off the TV, and then the last of the lights downstairs, he next walked up the stairs and then turned the corridor light off. He came through the open door, into my room. It was now lit-up with moonlight, half of it barely visible.

He saw me looking at the sky, as he neared the bed. His feet, made the floorboards scream, and I could feel him just looking at me, just staring as innocently as possible. He slowly got on to the bed, but the bed didn't make a sound. He layed down, and folded his arms behind his head. I turned around to look at him; he was staring out of the open window, at the navy blue sky. Once he noticed I was looking at him, he looked at me and smiled an assuring and beautiful smile. I smiled back at him.

His caramel skin, was glowing