days with, psycho boy.”
“Is there something I can do to help?” Kiss you, touch you, or make you feel better in some other intimate way? Nothing of what I think would entice her and would surely confirm I’m the creep-o she suspects. “You have me all wrong. I’m super lovable.”
“Unless you’re a scientist and can cure Maeve, my sister, nope.” She taps her foot against the concrete.
“What is wrong with her?” I grab her hand and walk her to where we parked the car.
Matthew will hate me tonight; I have to come up with a way to repay him before he thinks of one—one that will cost me a lot.
“Many, many things.” She furrows her dark brows while sucking her cheeks, reminding me of an angry rabbit. “I don’t want to discuss my sister. Not when I was supposed to have a fun tonight.”
“You want fun, Twinkle?”
She tilts her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and her lips form a ghostly smile that disappears in only seconds.
“If you need a night of fun, I’m your guy, and this time I won’t take no for an answer. You’re not allowed to chicken out. It’s Friday. There’re no classes tomorrow. It’s not raining. If you come with me, I promise you won’t regret it.”
“Has anyone ever mentioned that you’re insane?”
I chuckle but don’t answer her question. Twinkle stares at me. Her eyes study my face, making me feel naked—bare for her to take a look at who I am, who I was, and who I’ll become one day. This doesn’t scare me, and that’s what frightens me. Why is it that I want her to see everything, and how normal is that?
“Can we get a yes?” I can’t stand the silence any longer.
“I…you won’t do anything I don’t want?”
I do an air fist bump and she rolls her eyes at me. I recover my cool and try my suave voice.
“Not unless you ask me to, Twinkle.” I press my lips to her soft cheek, lingering for a few beats as I enjoy her sweet aroma.
“Please, never try that douche pose or tone.” Before I can react, she laughs, winking at me. “Kidding, it kind of works on you.”
JC: Going to a quiet place—taking the truck.
MJ: You suck.
JC: I owe you.
Instead of heading to some weird spot in the city, I drive to our place. The old apartment my father bought when he moved from California to Seattle during the late ’80s.
MJ: You better lose your virginity. Make my misery worth something, dude!
That last dance I promised to Maeve before heading home was cut short by him . Well, not exactly. I know that the moment he appeared in front of me I should’ve left, but I didn’t chicken out fast enough. No, wait, I did. And he came running after me, asking me what was wrong, and talking me into joining him. Today I threw “stranger danger” out the window and joined the stranger who is now holding my hand. Perhaps leading me to my impending doom.
What if this out-of-whack stranger plans on imprisoning me for the rest of my life? For all I know, he really believes we’re soulmates and thinks I belong to him. My skin prickles and my heart thumps madly. These may be my final moments. Either that or I’m having the same intense attraction I had to him before. I should write a note and drop it where it can be found, or scream for help. Wait, he isn’t forcing me to follow; only holding my hand while his thumb caresses mine. I can’t deny that the feel of his fingers on my skin is more than nice.
Stepping into Joe’s was like walking through that Twilight threshold again. Jacob appeared in the middle of a sucky song to profess that we belong together. My cowardly personality made me try to escape, but he caught up with me. I feigned annoyance, but the moment he approached my table, I found myself staring at those intense jewels that had captured me the moment we exchanged gazes at the bookstore. The eyes that followed the bus as I left him standing in front of the ice cream parlor. Is he right, that the stars have something written about us? I at
“Is there something I can do to help?” Kiss you, touch you, or make you feel better in some other intimate way? Nothing of what I think would entice her and would surely confirm I’m the creep-o she suspects. “You have me all wrong. I’m super lovable.”
“Unless you’re a scientist and can cure Maeve, my sister, nope.” She taps her foot against the concrete.
“What is wrong with her?” I grab her hand and walk her to where we parked the car.
Matthew will hate me tonight; I have to come up with a way to repay him before he thinks of one—one that will cost me a lot.
“Many, many things.” She furrows her dark brows while sucking her cheeks, reminding me of an angry rabbit. “I don’t want to discuss my sister. Not when I was supposed to have a fun tonight.”
“You want fun, Twinkle?”
She tilts her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and her lips form a ghostly smile that disappears in only seconds.
“If you need a night of fun, I’m your guy, and this time I won’t take no for an answer. You’re not allowed to chicken out. It’s Friday. There’re no classes tomorrow. It’s not raining. If you come with me, I promise you won’t regret it.”
“Has anyone ever mentioned that you’re insane?”
I chuckle but don’t answer her question. Twinkle stares at me. Her eyes study my face, making me feel naked—bare for her to take a look at who I am, who I was, and who I’ll become one day. This doesn’t scare me, and that’s what frightens me. Why is it that I want her to see everything, and how normal is that?
“Can we get a yes?” I can’t stand the silence any longer.
“I…you won’t do anything I don’t want?”
I do an air fist bump and she rolls her eyes at me. I recover my cool and try my suave voice.
“Not unless you ask me to, Twinkle.” I press my lips to her soft cheek, lingering for a few beats as I enjoy her sweet aroma.
“Please, never try that douche pose or tone.” Before I can react, she laughs, winking at me. “Kidding, it kind of works on you.”
JC: Going to a quiet place—taking the truck.
MJ: You suck.
JC: I owe you.
Instead of heading to some weird spot in the city, I drive to our place. The old apartment my father bought when he moved from California to Seattle during the late ’80s.
MJ: You better lose your virginity. Make my misery worth something, dude!
That last dance I promised to Maeve before heading home was cut short by him . Well, not exactly. I know that the moment he appeared in front of me I should’ve left, but I didn’t chicken out fast enough. No, wait, I did. And he came running after me, asking me what was wrong, and talking me into joining him. Today I threw “stranger danger” out the window and joined the stranger who is now holding my hand. Perhaps leading me to my impending doom.
What if this out-of-whack stranger plans on imprisoning me for the rest of my life? For all I know, he really believes we’re soulmates and thinks I belong to him. My skin prickles and my heart thumps madly. These may be my final moments. Either that or I’m having the same intense attraction I had to him before. I should write a note and drop it where it can be found, or scream for help. Wait, he isn’t forcing me to follow; only holding my hand while his thumb caresses mine. I can’t deny that the feel of his fingers on my skin is more than nice.
Stepping into Joe’s was like walking through that Twilight threshold again. Jacob appeared in the middle of a sucky song to profess that we belong together. My cowardly personality made me try to escape, but he caught up with me. I feigned annoyance, but the moment he approached my table, I found myself staring at those intense jewels that had captured me the moment we exchanged gazes at the bookstore. The eyes that followed the bus as I left him standing in front of the ice cream parlor. Is he right, that the stars have something written about us? I at
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