thegumdealer
"Swing, swing..." the speaker rang out. The humid night made everything I saw Navy Blue. He ran through the back door and flipped a switch. Man-Made stars sparked to life. "I love you" we said. And we danced under the twinkly-lights.
I type our names into the virtual Love Generator. I deliberately type in our names. A part of me wanted to exit out of the page out of fear of a low percentage. But my heart told me to stay. I re-read the outcome over and over until it was burned into the edges of my brain. 9%. 9%. 9%. My throat burned and as I started typing in a new url, the page finishes loading. 98%. 98%
She wonders why she doesn't feel different. They didn't get caught and she doesn't know if she has done anything wrong. He flips his hair and kisses her on the cheek as he dresses again. And as his lips touch her face her spirits are lifted, and although her virginity is no longer present, she feels sacred again.
I thought I understood, but it's obvious I don't. At the beginning, I thought I knew you didn't like me like that, that we would be eternal "Just Friends". That Lexy and Jayden were the types of girls you liked, and that the love I had for you would be kept inside. But then my secret got out and it all fell into place. "It's okay, I like you too" And now I can function again.
As the heat fills the court, I stare at his face occasionally dripping with sweat. He dribbles with my uncle and as the orange sphere makes history in my mind, I can't help but wonder how the angel I call Daddy came to be.