new york isn’t new york without you love --- @sebastianoriley JANUARY, 2009
Sebastian O’Riley was a consistent source of first’s for Chessie -- He had been her first boyfriend, the first person she’d slept with, and now, he was about to be the first boy she spent the night with. Needless to say, she didn’t hesitate when he suggested she come over while his parents were in DC. Chessie tried to play it cool, but knew he surely saw right through it, catching wind of the mixture of emotions that flooded her as they spoke between classes. She was confident in her ability to keep her cool -- It was practically an Abernathy birthright to know how to handle yourself, but there was something about him that destroyed that trait, made her shed all her layers and bare her soul. She loved him for it. So when she leaned against her locker, hugging her chemistry book to her chest, Chessie nodded excitedly at his suggestion, grinning ear to ear as she kissed him goodbye.
Getting out of the house was easier than she anticipated -- Lying to her parents was something that fell right off the tongue, a small orchestrated fib. She convinced them she would be spending her Friday night at Nathalie Kirbey’s home, that they were in need of a ‘girl’s night’. Her mother replied with a smile and an ‘of course, darlin’’, before launching into a long winded story about her youth. Chessie pretended to listen in the hopes to appease her, and to make the side eye Wren gave her sting just a bit less.
The night was nothing short of perfect, as far as Chessie was concerned -- She arrived with her backpack in tow, met with nothing short of a smile and a kiss. The two spending their evening curled up together on the couch watching eighties movies, only ending up distracted by one another to focus on Molly Ringwald. That’s how it went with them, they became preoccupied by running fingertips down the others arm, sweet nothing’s whispered between kisses. He pulled something out of her that she didn’t know existed, fed a rebellion she spent years reaching out for but could never find. He made her giddy, he made her smile until it hurt. He made her want to dance, sing, and hold his hand along the way. Most would consider it being young -- First loves had a habit of doing that to you, and with the added mention of being sixteen, Chessie Abernathy stood no chance. She was his, and there was no turning back.
But as much as she enjoyed being with him, once she found herself in his bathroom, dressed in only her night gown -- Nerves hit her like a freight train, showing no mercy. It’s not as if she had anything to be nervous about, he’d seen her naked before, and it wasn’t as if this moment was anything like that. Regardless, it was still a first, and she found herself running fingers through her hair, willing herself to breathe. He may be someone who made her feel alive, but he was able to make her heart slam against her chest and the color rise in her cheeks with just as much ease. Chessie wasn’t sure Sebastian had any idea how easily he was able to take her from zero to one hundred. She only pauses for a moment, before running her hands through her hair one more time, smoothing out her nightgown, a nagging voice in her head -- One that sounded far too close to her mother’s -- told her she looked promiscuous.
She’s in the doorway moments later, fiddling with her thumbs as she looks down at her toes curling against the carpet, before moving to him. “I’ve never done this before, you know.” Chessie finds herself say, “Spent a night at a boy’s house, and all,” she continues, feeling like a child as she admits it, knowing her classmates have done far more while far younger than her. “Are you sure your parents won’t find out?” The question slips past her lips, a sudden concern that his mother would walk through the front door at any moment, despite being in another state all together.
