Blue Moon Rising

CHAPTER 4 TEENAGERS P2

Hope’s POV

I watched my sister and her boyfriend walk out of the kitchen, teasing and laughing.

I grinned remembering how Fate and I grew closer when she and Ken started dating, simply because of two things.

Chance and Dad.

Dad was protective of his babies having boyfriends, as Chance was, well, just being a pain really.

Mom and Aunt J were supportive though, and they'd put the boys in place when they were crossing the invisible lines of being protective to plain overreacting.

Even Grandpa wasn't as bad, in fact, he'd often send his company's private stylist to buy us clothes for every occasion; even if it was just a neighbor’s children's party.

Of course, High school was different.

The day before high school, he had half of our wardrobe, including Chance's, chucked out and given to charity just so he can buy us new clothes, bags, shoes, even phones and gadgets that every teenager dreamed of.

We were a bunch of little spoiled brats really, but Mom made sure we don't go asking for things that are unnecessary.

Examples are cars.

All we wanted was to be able to go around without Gary dropping us off or picking us up- bottom line we don't want a guard.

My dad wasn't that hard to persuade, mom was a whole different drama though.

She refused to talk with us for weeks, we did everything. Chores stayed at home during family game night or movie night. Straight A's report card and Chance even stopped seeing and bringing home girls.

After a month we came home with three Ferraris parked in front of the house. Each has a key inserted on the door with our names on the key chain.

Fate shrieked, Chance jumped and I just stared.

My mom shook her head and walked up to me, “You deserve it, baby, just be sure to stay responsible, ok?”

I smiled as I realized what she taught us when she put on the silent treatment.

We became responsible, eventually, it became a thing for us to do our chores and school work. It was easy to turn down our friends and stay at home for some family time.

And she didn't even say a word.

From then on, I wished hard that I would be just like my mom. Or maybe, at least, my kids react just like we did. Cause I would definitely categorize myself as a smart kid by doing all that instead of ranting out how protective she was being.

I hugged her before we test drive the cars.

But still, as responsible as we were, we're still teenagers. Rules were meant to be broken- sometimes.

Especially when it came to boys.

We knew Mom was a bit worried about us dating, the only reason she allowed Chance to go out was because she can't really stop him, and Dad sided with him.

Then after the thing with Fate's ex going all crazy, you're mine and mine alone, which caused him a good arm and a broken nose, she grew more protective.

Dad didn't need any reason why he doesn't want us to date, he just hates it. And he made sure that Chance sees the same.

So every day since middle school, Chance would report to Dad who walked up to us and invited us somewhere, even if we were just friends with the boy.

This continued until High school.

No boy left unscarred when they try to make a move on us, even before Chance got into the team, he was scared of no one.

The same reason the team captain had his eyes on him.

He made use of Chance's anger toward guys and put it on the field, after two weeks Chance was part of the A team, the youngest member of the Football team.

That made things worse for Fate and me, luckily for Fate she was able to pass as a cheerleader, and she can use that as a reason to be surrounded by boys.

Not that I want to be, but hey, a girl needs some attention too.

Unfortunately, I can’t join any team or anything that was heavy on the physical department.

So I joined a book club, glee club, and honors society with my twins- it was sort of a given thing seeing that we were honor students.

But with Chance breathing down my neck every time I was talking with anyone, I'd lock myself up in the library to stay away from him and guys who now see me and Fate as trophies.

But when Fate started dating behind Chance, she pulled me into the plan. She needed a wingman, in our case, a wing woman. She even tried to set me up with her friends or Ken's friends.

I hated all of them, I hated them enough to go to Chance and tell him about them myself.

But I kept my mouth shut for Fate. She needed me, Ken could be the love of her life, I can't take that away from her- yeah, I believe in those kinds of crap, don't diss.

Seeing your parents looking like they're everyday newlyweds would do that to you.

So I'd be damned if that opportunity is taken from me because I have a stupidly overprotective dad and big brother.

Don't get me wrong, I love them, I really really do. But I have to have something- someone outside my family. Outside home.

And that's only possible if I went out of our house.

So whenever Fate has a date, I'd drive her to wherever it is, telling Mom that we were going to the mall, when really we were heading to meet up with Ken. It was a pain on my part, but who was I to complain? It was how I met Dean.

I smiled as the memory cross my mind of that certain day.

With his dog and pickup lines, it was definitely a scene out of a cheesy movie. But I wouldn't have it any other way.

From that day forth, I would always meet him there and walk his dog or go for a picnic in the same park.

I found out that they were new in town and he will be attending our school, he was the same year we were in, we even had several classes together, all advanced classes.

Thank God for Chance’s football practice we had a different class schedule.

I can’t say the same for Fate.

She knew about Dean even before tonight. She knew how he was giving me extra attention, walking me to my next class, even inviting me to go out of the school premises for lunch. She never asked questions though, she just observed from afar.

All the while she covered for me when Chance would look for me, and seeing how manipulative my sister could get, we always got away.

Even after Chance found out about her and Ken, she still had my back. As long as she was updated on what was going on.

And I couldn't be more glad, I needed her advice.

But she never knew about my first kiss under the moon at the same park where everything started, nor did she know that we'd been exclusive for about a month already.

“Lost in thoughts, I see.”

Feeling Dean's breath near my neck as I looked up at him, our faces about an inch or so apart.

“Just thinking of how it would be when Chance already knows about us,”

He smiled and reached for my waist pulling me towards him. “I mean it, Hope.” he said, “I don't care if he throws a fit or beats me to a pulp, I'm not leaving you.”

I smiled and felt my face heat up, he always says the sweetest things, and I can't get enough of it.

“But it would be nice if you two were friends, you know?” I said.

He sighed and looked me straight in the eyes, “I'll try, as long as he's good.”

I chuckled. “He's as stubborn as my dad when it comes to these kinds of things. Lucky we got my mom to keep dad on a leash.”

His smile spread, “So they know?”

I grinned, “They know that I'm on a date with a new boy who lives a few blocks away from us, yes.”

He pouted, “What? You didn't throw a few good things about me?”

I rolled my eyes playing along with him, “Then what's there left for you to prove if I do that?”

He smirked and put down his forehead on mine, “That I'll give them the best-looking grandkids in the world.”

I laughed and hit him playfully on the head before I stood on my toes and gave him a kiss.

He was always open to his ideas of a family and kids with me. Especially after he found out that my parents married at nineteen and even eloped. Not that we plan to, but he also grew up with very young parents, and he was ok with that. Pretty cool actually, they were nice people and they raised Dean right. It wasn't hard for them to understand him, and the same goes for him.

The same goes for us whenever mom and dad would reason to us things that we disagree on.

Well, maybe we are a bit more troublemakers than Dean is, but hey? There are three of us, what do they expect?

I smiled as I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of his arms around me.

He pulled me close to him as I wrap my arm over his neck, and as if to take that as a signal he picked me up and settled me on the table. I gasped and his tongue darted passed my lips and mated with mine.

I felt him smile, making me feel happy about making him happy.

Then I felt his hand run from my back to my hips down to my sides to the edge of my dress. He took a deep breath the moment he came in contact with the skin on my legs.

“You're killing me Hope...” he whispered as he continued to kiss me. This time, it was me who smiled as I teased him by tugging on his hair.

I heard him moan as he ran his finger on the edge of my dress, which he slowly lifted. I felt electricity run up me, heating me all the way inside from the new feeling he was giving me. He began to make a circling movement in between my legs just a few inches from my crotch, I try to move closer to him, but his hold tightened.

He left my lips and started making trails of kisses down my neck toward my ears. I took a deep breath when I felt his breath on my ear.

“Not yet, princess...” he whispered, “I want your first to be special...” then he stood up and rested his forehead on mine again as he stared deep into my eyes, both of us out of breath. “I want it to be special for the both of us.”

I smiled and rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. I was in bliss as I feel him pull my dress down, and grabbed me by the hips to help me off the table. I slid off and rubbed on his front, I heard him moan when I brushed on his obvious hard-on.

I grinned up at him as he gave me a lustful look, “You aren't helping.”

“Not my fault.” I teased.

“Yes it is.” he hissed, pulling me closer, hiding the tent of his pants between us, “You just have to always be so damn beautiful, don't you?”

I smiled, “Again, not my fault.”

He chuckled and kissed me on the forehead.

Then, that blissful moment was disturbed by a loud bang from outside and people shrieking.

One voice, in particular, caught my ears the moment that name left her lips.

“Chance!”