The blazing sun hits my skin the moment I step out the door. It glistens off my pale skin, an warmth overwhelms my body. A rush of excitement hits me when I see a car parked in the drive way. The same fuzzy feelings and butterflies arise, as the first day I laid eyes on him. I can remember it like it was yesterday. A few friends and I were walking to school. Just as we reached the parking lot, I caught a glimpse of him. His hair swooped over his forehead; hazel eyes barely peaking through, but I knew they were gorgeous. He was stunning, even in just a t-shirt and jeans. Only problem was the girl sized locket attached to his palm. I vowed that day that someway, somehow, this boy would be mine.
Before my brain has time to even process everything, my feet are running. They're locked onto him. Every part of my body just wants to be next o him. As I near the car, I realize we are not alone. He has a friend with him; disappointed I climb into the back seat.
"How are you?" His friend asks.
"Good thanks, how are you?" Great, small talk.
"Good."
We drive for a bit, but his friend gets bored of this, and pulls into the school parking lot; into the same strip I always met Him, on.
xxx
I hesitate when I see his truck parked outside the window. He's in the same spot he always parks in, but is he still here for me? A vibration in my pocket startles me. "Out front waiting," the text reads. That's all the confirmation I need to know he's all mine.
I've barely opened the door, and he's already pulling me near and kissing me. Sparks fly through me, but only I can see them, he's oblivious to how fast I'm falling for him.
"Where to?" He says in a hushed tone. His voice always has a lisp to it at this octaval, but I understand him perfectly, each and every time. I smile, "Anywhere but here!"
xxx
He gets out for a smoke, my hand reaches for the handle to follow, when I remember my eyes are still tear stained. I quickly wipe them with my sleeve, and he swings open my door.
"Coming out with us?"
I swing my legs out an stand; a little wobbly at first, but that all disappears when he pulls me in. Hugging me gently, and my heart soars . "Not so fast," Says the voice I always push to the back, "He's not yours remember." As if he is reading my thoughts, he lets go. leaving a cold chill where he used to be.
