All characters are at least 18 years old. This is a non-canonical story related to the Family Morsel series.
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Cherry
"Have a good day at school, princess," dad said, giving me a peck on the forehead. I managed a half-smile as he eagerly got in the car with Drew's mom and they drove off to work together.
Drew came up from behind, towering over me as he leaned an arm against the door frame. "Wait, they're gone already? We haven't even had breakfast yet!" he scoffed.
"It's on the table," I replied, ducking past him and heading back inside. He closed the door and followed. "Why are they in such a hurry?" I added, grumbling.
"They want some alone time at the office before everybody else shows up for work," he said simply as we sat down to eat.
"I know that. But what's the excuse they're gonna give?"
He shrugged as he bit down on some toast, talking around it. "They could just make up some random work thing. We don't know shit about that, so we can't say anything." He chewed loudly, and when I looked up at him he bounced his eyebrows and took another bite, gnashing the toast obnoxiously. He was doing it on purpose to piss me off, and it was working. "You ever think about breaking them up?"
I glared at him admonishingly. "Are you serious? This is the first time my dad's been this happy in a long time. You told me before that it's the same with your mom. And you wanna break them up? That's so freaking selfish."
"I know," he said, unbothered. "I didn't say we should do it, I just asked if you
thought
about it."
I gave a short sigh before answering, "More than I'm willing to admit."
"Now who's selfish?"
"You just said--!"
I stopped myself short when he grinned at me infuriatingly, and I tried to focus on my food. This whole affair was going to be even harder than I thought if he was gonna mess with me like this on the daily. It was my own fault, in a way; I got too easily riled up by him.
It's only for a few months.
That had become my mantra ever since dad and Ms. Hammond had started getting serious about each other. I just had to last until the college semester began -- or even earlier if I went vacationing with my friends or something over the summer -- and I would be rid of this annoying jerk. He wasn't an asshole, but boy, did he get on my nerves.
I looked up at him again, and all of a sudden the intrusive thoughts came flooding in once more. Thoughts about his big dick rubbing up against my body. Jesus, in the heat of the moment, I'd let him see me naked. What was I even thinking at the time? My best friend Brie said sometimes I got passionate, but that was just another word for impulsive or impetuous. It was something I was still trying to fix, and now I'd shown my body to a
guy.
I sighed. Of all the people I could've chosen, Drew Hammond had been the first. That was a sign that I
really
needed to get control of my temper. And why was his dick so big?! Almost obnoxiously so. How he'd get it inside any girl was beyond me.
"Yo, snap out of it! We're gonna be late," Drew said, his backpack already on his shoulder as he headed for the front door. I hastily put my plate in the sink and hurried after him.
We made the walk to school in silence. We weren't really friends or had anything in common, and after the awkwardness of last night, I figured it was for the best. Back when we were next-door neighbors and took the bus together, we sat separately with a pair of twins. Twins who were just getting off the bus as we arrived at school. The brother, Stef, quickly started chatting with Drew as they headed off together, while the sister walked with me as we made for our lockers, sighing happily.
"Morning, Brie," I chirped.
"Morning, Cherry," she replied. "So? How's it all going?"
"What do you mean, 'how's it all going?'"
"Living with your new stepbrother." The hint of a smirk played at her lips. What was that all about?
"He's not my stepbrother," I protested, and now the smirk fully revealed itself.
"Yet."
"Yet," I grumbled in agreement. "But it's whatever. We'll head off to college, and then I'd only have to see him during holidays. It's really not a big deal, like our parents said. Just kinda wish they could've waited until after we left to get together."
"Your dad's been single ever since he lost your mom. That's eighteen years, Cher. I don't think he wants to wait anymore," she pointed out, and I grumbled some more. "Why, is it that bad? What happened?"
"Nothing," I said quickly, but she suddenly leaned in excitedly.
"Omigod, what happened?" she gushed. "You're blushing like crazy, like a real cherry."
I never cursed my name and complexion more. "Well... Um..." We'd stopped at our lockers, and my eyes darted everywhere before I managed to pin her with a stern look. "Don't laugh, alright?"
"Sure," she said, her brow furrowing quizzically.
