A short excerp from my book
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Stephen looked at me in that short moment, in the moment where his face is inches from yours, and your noses touch like in an Eskimo kiss. Then your head kind of tilts, like it does when you're confused, only you're not confused in that exact moment, because you know exactly what's happening.
And you know that feeling you get, like when you're listening to your favorite song and that soft piano and guitar part starts playing and you wish there were words so you could sing along with it?
That's the feeling I got, a kind of bubbly feeling. I know everyone probably says that, but that's exactly what it feels like when Stephen's lips met mine, and the moon peeked out from behind a little leaf, glowing on his perfect skin. It's like you're going to burst with the blissful feeling you have.
But then the moment ends, just like the song does, and he promises to come back tomorrow, just like you replay the song. But sometimes you get tired of the song, or the song must have gotten tired of you, because it doesn't play again.
I looked out of my window of my light-blue room, onto the light-blue of the water and the light-yellow of the sand. Everything was light, just like the way my heart felt with Stephen's promise of meeting me again tonight by the pier.
And even thoughts of last night still stirred up a little happy smile on my face and happy feelings from my head to my toes as I swung my bare legs off of the high window-seat. I let them dangle for a little bit, wiggling my happy-feeling toes in the light breeze that was blowing from an open window. Then I padded softly to the kitchen, creeping past Adam’s room. He had been out too, making some summer memories as well, so I let him sleep.
I stepped softly to the “galley†to grab some mangos and bananas (the only food my aunt seemed to have in store), then dashed out to the dock and jumped in my little sailboat Dad had bought me before....
The sails picked up the breeze and the mist of saltwater splashed on my arms and legs, even spraying onto the high sails. I sailed to the mainland to see if there was anything to do. A volleyball game to watch or a stand to run at the all-day carnival.
But when I got there the Ferris-wheel wasn't spinning, and the pop-corn wasn't popping. I turned away and went to the diner where I ordered some real lunch. It was already one o’clock. I guess I had slept in later than I thought. I was busy doodling on my paper napkin with a waxy left-over crayon from the kids meals when a low and amused cough made me look up. I blushed deeply. It was Ivan, my middle-school crush. I had dated him for a while, until I moved up to Stillwater with Mom after Dad had.....
Ivan sat in the booth across from me and I nervously twirled a strand of hair in my fingers. Ivan smiled and brushed it back behind my ear. I could feel my blush spreading to my ears, making them hot. I’m sure Ivan could feel the temperature change as his hand lingered there. Before I could even move after the electricity his hand had on my skin, he spoke.
“How’s my Demi been?†I still had that weird tingly feeling when he said my name.
“I’ve been….good. You?†I surprised myself by stuttering an answer, normally I was entranced by his sea blue eyes. But Ivan was gesturing to the restaurant.
“Same old, same old,†he sighed, “Pop’s been even tougher this summer, but he’ll croak soon.†I must’ve had a shocked look on my face because he laughed. “Just kidding.†I laughed then, and folded my napkin into triangles. Ivan took it from me and my crayon, and started drawing. I tried to look but he shielded it with his left hand. I tapped my fingers on the sticky table, trying to act annoyed as he slid it back across the table to me. I looked down to see a blue waxy heart.
“I’ve missed you,†he said quietly.
That night I didn’t go to see Stephen. Ivan had kept me plenty busy, even though I was sure Stephen was there because I could see a dark figure in the trees, watching, and maybe that’s why he didn’t come the next night.
But back at the house the next morning, in my room I found a seashell with my initials and Stephen's scratched into it. I tossed the seashell across the room and felt my stomach. It was amazing how some so flat, would soon become something so big. And I didn't even know who created it. -
WTF? So she's pregnant now? o.O
Not bad by the way, it's pretty good. :)
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