a virgin. We
never got past making out. Apparently not so much with Mercedes,” I took a
deep, shaky breath. “I can’t blame him. She’s beautiful but I never expected
him to go for her.”
Dylan burst out
laughing his eyes squinted in amusement. “You’re kidding right?” he choked
sarcastically.
“No, I’m not joking.
Mercedes is stuck up, yes…but you can’t deny that she’s pretty and has an
amazing body.”
“No, she’s a bitch.” He
placed his hand on my cheek. His thumb traced over my lower lip, I gasped at
the contact and his eyebrows pulled together. “You’re beautiful and Eric’s a
fucking idiot.”
My eyes searched his
for an answer in the ice I found. If I looked, close enough they reminded me of
a glacier with their beauty. “You don’t have to say that.”
Briefly, with the way,
his eyes darted from mine to my lips and then back again, I thought he might
kiss me. A good part of me was hoping he would.
He blinked slowly annoyed
he had to clarify himself. “It’s true, brown eyes.”
“Regardless,” my stare
went to his lips wanting to feel them against mine, “we barely know each other
anymore.”
It was the truth and he
knew it. The people that we knew when we were younger were gone and had been
for a while. I wasn’t that perfect straight-laced ten-year-old that ran around
in flower dresses and complained about the politics of our state. Somewhere
along the lines I became myself even though shrouded by affiliation, I was
still that little girl who thought she would be president someday. Though I
didn’t want to be the president, I had that type of determination inside me.
Dylan, he hadn’t
changed. So I guess, in a sense, I should still know him, but I didn’t. With
that shrouded affiliation, I lost touch with reality and those around me.
His face was composed
at first, maybe a practiced indifference that I had seen often over the years.
He kept his hand on my cheek and leaned into me. His facial expression nothing
I had ever seen before, conflicted and emotional, but there was also a desire
burning beneath it that I recognized because I felt it too. He leaned in
further, and before I could react, his lips pressed to my forehead. Lingering
longer than I expected, he pulled away and found my stare. “You are beautiful.”
Remember when I said
that when I was nervous that my talking had an evil twin?
After that kiss, she
made an appearance.
“I had the biggest
crush on you when we were little.” I blurted out and then covered my mouth,
eyes wide. Dylan had been my first kiss when we were seven and I don’t think I
ever got over him entirely. “I also stalked you a little in middle school and
high school. It was like I was the paparazzi or something. I also had this
vision of you manhandling me on the hood of your car.”
What has gotten into
me?
That’s when I slapped
my hand over my mouth again trying to prevent anymore nonsense. It was the only
way to stop myself.
Dylan’s eyes appeared
serious for a moment and then he rolled over on his back, groaned and slowly
brought the blanket up over his face. “You’re killing me.”
Laughing, I rolled over
too and stared at the ceiling.
We ended up talking
most of the night but with Dylan there were some topic’s that were off limits.
It was hard to have conversations with him. You could literally watch him shut
down in a conversation when the subject shifted. It was like a switch for him.
Eventually, my first
night on my own, I found sleep next to a boy I never expected to talk to again
let alone sleep next to him. If I wanted the unknown and spontaneous, I had it
now for sure.
4. Bucket List – Bailey Gray
I woke up to the
morning as the sun peeked into the room through the thin brown curtains. It
took me a moment to remember where I was and what I was doing here. Growing up,
I was never allowed to sleep in and when I saw the time, I panicked thinking my
mother would be pushing through
never got past making out. Apparently not so much with Mercedes,” I took a
deep, shaky breath. “I can’t blame him. She’s beautiful but I never expected
him to go for her.”
Dylan burst out
laughing his eyes squinted in amusement. “You’re kidding right?” he choked
sarcastically.
“No, I’m not joking.
Mercedes is stuck up, yes…but you can’t deny that she’s pretty and has an
amazing body.”
“No, she’s a bitch.” He
placed his hand on my cheek. His thumb traced over my lower lip, I gasped at
the contact and his eyebrows pulled together. “You’re beautiful and Eric’s a
fucking idiot.”
My eyes searched his
for an answer in the ice I found. If I looked, close enough they reminded me of
a glacier with their beauty. “You don’t have to say that.”
Briefly, with the way,
his eyes darted from mine to my lips and then back again, I thought he might
kiss me. A good part of me was hoping he would.
He blinked slowly annoyed
he had to clarify himself. “It’s true, brown eyes.”
“Regardless,” my stare
went to his lips wanting to feel them against mine, “we barely know each other
anymore.”
It was the truth and he
knew it. The people that we knew when we were younger were gone and had been
for a while. I wasn’t that perfect straight-laced ten-year-old that ran around
in flower dresses and complained about the politics of our state. Somewhere
along the lines I became myself even though shrouded by affiliation, I was
still that little girl who thought she would be president someday. Though I
didn’t want to be the president, I had that type of determination inside me.
Dylan, he hadn’t
changed. So I guess, in a sense, I should still know him, but I didn’t. With
that shrouded affiliation, I lost touch with reality and those around me.
His face was composed
at first, maybe a practiced indifference that I had seen often over the years.
He kept his hand on my cheek and leaned into me. His facial expression nothing
I had ever seen before, conflicted and emotional, but there was also a desire
burning beneath it that I recognized because I felt it too. He leaned in
further, and before I could react, his lips pressed to my forehead. Lingering
longer than I expected, he pulled away and found my stare. “You are beautiful.”
Remember when I said
that when I was nervous that my talking had an evil twin?
After that kiss, she
made an appearance.
“I had the biggest
crush on you when we were little.” I blurted out and then covered my mouth,
eyes wide. Dylan had been my first kiss when we were seven and I don’t think I
ever got over him entirely. “I also stalked you a little in middle school and
high school. It was like I was the paparazzi or something. I also had this
vision of you manhandling me on the hood of your car.”
What has gotten into
me?
That’s when I slapped
my hand over my mouth again trying to prevent anymore nonsense. It was the only
way to stop myself.
Dylan’s eyes appeared
serious for a moment and then he rolled over on his back, groaned and slowly
brought the blanket up over his face. “You’re killing me.”
Laughing, I rolled over
too and stared at the ceiling.
We ended up talking
most of the night but with Dylan there were some topic’s that were off limits.
It was hard to have conversations with him. You could literally watch him shut
down in a conversation when the subject shifted. It was like a switch for him.
Eventually, my first
night on my own, I found sleep next to a boy I never expected to talk to again
let alone sleep next to him. If I wanted the unknown and spontaneous, I had it
now for sure.
4. Bucket List – Bailey Gray
I woke up to the
morning as the sun peeked into the room through the thin brown curtains. It
took me a moment to remember where I was and what I was doing here. Growing up,
I was never allowed to sleep in and when I saw the time, I panicked thinking my
mother would be pushing through
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