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I sipped at the whiskey I was passed. Focusing on keeping my poker face. I had to have as much confidence as everyone surronding me or I wouldn't fit in. I wondered if anyone else was pretending too. Pretending to like whiskey, pretending to not care about school work, pretending...
The pilot came on the loudspeaker announcing it was time for the seatbelts to be put back on. Mine was already buckled around me, but I tightened it for mroe security. Fear itched at my bones. It wasn't the fear of landing, now. It was the fear of what we were getting near too. Home... home isn't where my heart is.
We lay close to the water, so that when the waves came they would tickle our toes. I giggled and looked at him. He smiled at me, sunshine gleaming in his eyes. I traced the words I love you on his belly. He kissed me knowing exactly what I had said.
The tide was coming in. We gathered everything in a heap moving back away from it. After having to do it once more, we just let nature be. The tide washed over us and our things. We threw our heads back and laughed at the simplicity.
The bedspread was stained with blood. I shoved it in the washer with an uneeded amount of bleach. This wasn't how it was suppose to happen.
Together we stood matching up people that we thought would be perfect together all the while ignoring the tension in the moment, realizing that we too were perfect for each other.
Tears poured as I listened to Fallout Boy on my stereo. It my blurred vision I stumbled over to my stereo blasting it louder, so it would hopefully drown out the words he said.
She gathered all her art supplies. His beauty had driven her to paint him. As he posed for her, she could barely take her eyes off him to express his beauty on the paper in front of her.
He smiles as he walks by and gives a little wave. I do the same as my face blushes pink. A race car driver, a sexy beast, hitting on little ol me. He kept coming to the canteen window I worked, I'm sure he would throw up soon if he ate anymore. Eventually he stopped, but I couldn't wait to see him again.
He pushed his chest out, making him look bigger than the scrawny size he actually was. It was one against three. Three football playing guys who didn't know that my "scrawny" boyfriend had mastered the art of kung-fu. They were brave to try to take him.
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