A Match Made In Heaven by Brea isome (good beach reads .TXT) 📕

he was the twin who made mischief.
And then a thought hit me ; school! I had to get to school.
I jumped up and searched around the floor for my bag that I used when I went to the club. I found it beside the bed and slipped on my shoes.
When I opened the door, the smell of food hit my nose.
My stomach growled, for a second pulling me toward the kitchen.
Ashton was standing shirtless over the stove with his back toward me as he cooked.
I studied the tattoos that covered his broad back.
One that took up the most amount of space was a eagle. Its eyes were large and beady . Every detail down to feathers were perfect. The wings strched wide, across both sides of his back and around were the other tattoos he had gotten. I felt likt the eagle was staring at me, watching everything I did.
I stepped forward until I was standing behind him and reached out to trace the animal with my fingers.
" how many tattoos do you have? "
" 32 individual ones. "
" why so many? "
He breathed deeply" my tattoos tell a story. They all have a meaning. If you look close enough at each individual one you'll see little details like names and dates, maybe years and times. "
I looked closely tracing the whole eagle with my eyes this time but I saw nothing" I dont see anything. "
" that's because you don't understand them. "
" okay, So, explain the eagle to me. "
He flipped the last of the pancakes onto a plate and started with the bacon.
" eagles symbolize alot of things such as courage , strength, and wisdom. If you look close into the eagle eye you'll see '2-12-09' very tiny in there . It was the date my mother died. my mother had a tattoo of a eagle on her ankle. Hers was tiny. I got mines when I was maybe 17 . Didn't get the date put in there until she actually passed. Its there as aa reminder of the things my mother was and what she would want me to be. "
" wow. " I bit my lip a little. " that's deep. My mother died and I didn't do anything for her or to caryy on her memory. "
He chuckled" we all have our owwn ways of moving on from different things . Mines cover my body permanently, your way of moving on will ccome later in life. "
I sat down at the table.
" okay Taylor. "
He turned to glance at me with an amused look on his face" who is Taylor? "
" you! Duh. "
" that's not my name. "
" its my name for you though. Since your listen to Taylor Swift. " I said teasingly.
He laughed" you better not tell nobody! "
" okay, okay. " I laughed too. " i'll only tell AJ. "
Chapter 4

-Ashton-

She raised her eyebrows but couldn't hide the amusement shinning in her eyes. " I told you that in confidence! " she said.

I shrugged and turned back to the food. " whatever. "

Another ten minutes and the bacon was done. I split the ffood up onto two plates and we sat down to eat.

Saphire seemed more facinated with my tatoos though than with her food.

" so, what's the one going up your neck? " she asked, still studying me with her eyes.

" which side? "

" your right side. "

" its my sisters name. " I said slowly as I took a bite of my bacon.

" you have a sister? What's her name? "

" it would have been Amber. "

" what do you mean? "

" I mean, " I wiped my mouth slowly and loooked up at her. " she was stillborn ."

" you mean she- "

" Yupp, she was born dead. Me and AJ survived and she came out dead ."

" so you were triplets? "

" yes. My mother had one set of triplets and a girl a year later. "

" where is the girl ?" She asked eagerly.

I chuckled a bit. " you ask too mmany questions. Stop and eat your food before it gets cold. "

" come on! I want to know. "

" fine. She moved to Somalia when she hit 18 . Said something about culture, I don't know. "

" what is her name? "

" this is the last question! " I smiled slowly. " her name is Anastasia. "

" beautiful name. "

I loved how she was drawn to ask questions about me and my family. I found it so sexy that she wasn't continuously talking about herself.

She was different all right. . . Different in a good way.

But I wanted to know about her just as much as she wanted to know about me.

" so tell me about youself. " I said after i finished eating.

" what's there to tell? Im 16 . I was in foster care for a while but once I got a job at Heaven I moved in with my best friend Jas and her grandma. I want to finish high school , maybe go to college, maybe not, whatever will make me happy. "

" would a job at my store make you happy. "

She looked at me sideeways" you seeem like you want to help me out. "

" I do ."

" but why? "

" because you're differeent from the other girls working at Heaven. Not only are you the youngest but you're the smarted and the most mature. Plus you're a nice girl. "

" is that all? ." She asked teasingly.

" yeah, and maybe I might possibly want to get to know you more . But that's only if you stop working at Heaven. "

" are you the jealous type? "

" I wouldn't call me jealous, im just very possesive over what's mine. "

" am I yours? "

I smiled a slow , small smile. Catching me off guard, shooting off question after question at me evn wheen I try to turn the questions on her. . .

What's wrong with this picture.

" you are most definitely going to be mines. "

She blushed and looked down quickly at her half empty plate.

I didn't say anything, left it at that. I had already said a bit too much.

" I should get going. " she said after a few minutes oof silence" I have work in a few. "

" work? Did you forget about my job offer? "

" you were serious? "

" of course. "

" well, um. . . " she smiled. " it sounds good to me. But only if you talk to AJ for me. "

" why? "

" because! " she grumbled. " his ass is intimidating. "

I cracked up laughing. " is that what you think? Aw, poor baby. " I said amused.

" whatever. " she smiled a small smile too.


So we ate, and chilled around my house for a few hours until the sun began to threaten to go down.

Saphire finally stopped her laughing at something we were talkingg about and turned to me. " I think I should go now. "

" I guess you right. " I sighed a bit. I had had a nice time just lounging around in the living room and talking to her. It wasn't like with the girls- women- I had dated before. She actually had goals and a blueprint of how to get to those. I found that crazy good . Step one for her was a new job, then stack her paper up some more, step two was a apartment and then inbetween those was focus on school.

I admire that .

I stood up " let me just go get a shower and shit. Fucking with you I been sitting around all day. "

She smiled brightly. " its not my fault you couldn't stop talking to me. "

-Saphire-

He walked in the back and I leaned back onto the couch .

How could I miss school of all things to do? Not that im mad because my time with Ashton was absolutely perfect, but still. . .

Ashton was a perfect gentleman for me. I knew he had that side of him that all niggas in the hood have but that was put aside so he could talk to me.

It wasn't like he was trying to push up on me or anything either. We were just talking.

It was cute.

My head snapped up at the sound of the doorbell. I looked at the door wondering who it could be.

Was Ashton expecting company?

I sat still thinking they would just go away but I had no such luck .

The doorbell rang continuously, racking my nerves.

I finally got up and walked over to the door. " who is it? " I asked loud enough for the person outside to hear.

" Nell . " was the deep voice reply.

So maybe he was expecting company.

I rushed up stairs and followed the sound of the shower all the way to a bathroom at the end of the hallway.

I knocked on the door a bit loudly. " Ashton !"

The shower cut off . " yeah? "

" some one is at the door. he said his name is Nell . "

" oh. Let him in. Ill be down in a second ."

I took the steps down slowly.

To be honest, I didn't want to let him in . Even though Ashton was only upstairs. I didn't want to be left alone with some guy I didn't know for what period of time I also didn't know.

But i opened the door anyway and to my dismay a man about 6"3 even, with light brown skin and close cut curly hair on his head was standing there lookking quite irritated.

And then he saw me.

And instead of looking irritated, he looked like he was about to try and spit a lil' game so i decided to stop him in his tracks.

" don't try It. " I rolled my eyes and opened the door further for him to enter into the living room. " Ashton will be down in a second. Would you likke something to drink? "

He sat down on on the arm of the couch" what do you have? "

" I don't know. " I could feel myself say with a bit too much anger. So I cooled it. " ill get you some lemonade. That okay? "

" yeah, lil' mama. "

" im not yo' lil' mama. " I said as I began to walk away . " and sit on the couch properly. "

If we kept it up like we were going, he was going to fucking hate me, and I wouldn't be his biggest fan either .

I grabbed a glass cup from the cabinet and poured him a glass of lemeonade.

I took it