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Her hair was magnificent. Blond highlights shot through, streaking around the curvy brown. Eyes as blue as an endless ocean. Her teeth reflected herself. A trim, fit body. Lustful lips, licked after drinks from her small coffee cup. The best legs every seen by a human being. She was sexy. And now…
I can’t believe this is happening. He silently shouted as the girl grew nearer to him. How’d I get this far, already? He breathed harder, the air becoming sweet with perfume. She gazed into his eyes, he gazed into hers. The contact from their bodies shocked him, electricity flickered through his veins. She extended her tongue into his mouth; they were kissing. I can’t believe this. Her warm touch was hot for him. She scalded his senses with her lips touching, moving around. They lowered onto the bed, him on top, both fully clothed. She was wearing the tightest faded black jeans she could get her hands on; he was wearing a short blue Hollister polo, with stripes. Sweat trickled onto her face from his body, disengaging from the kiss.
“I don’t think we should do it.”
She gave a moment to think, then agreed.
“Yeah.”
Resumed kissing. Grappling body parts. The atmosphere was hot, the sweat made them all the better. Their legs were tangled together, never to let go. She gave a faint moan, gripping his neck tightly. He pressed his nose to her face;
“I’ll never let go of you.”
She smiled. They got up, and, with a simple peck on the lips, they left the room. Nobody regretted the decision to leave.
They went to a deserted ice cream stand, with a sole teenage employee. It was around 10:00 P.m. He placed a ten on the counter and asked her what she wanted. After they got their order, they went to a table outside and sat down. He stared adoringly into her bright blue eyes.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
They ate slowly, talking about life, school, themselves. As the hour got late, he checked his watch.
“My mom said I should get home around 11:30. I’ll drop you off, ok?”
“Sure. Thanks.”
They kissed, ignoring the employee who swept by their table.
He drove, while she quietly chatted close by him. A car was swerving in front of them, so he passed it up, cutting the car off. He then saw that the car was gaining speed behind him, and then he was spinning, flying down the side of the road, she was screaming, the metal crunched as they flipped over, flames spread around them…
He awoke in a bed. The white sheets felt like a ghost costume upon his fragile body. He looked around. Mom, dad were here. And her parents, too. They were crying. He couldn’t hear much of what her mom was talking about. He asked what happened. Nobody could come up with an answer, and her mom just kept on crying hysterically. He saw that his body was really screwed up; he had a bunch of casts, on his legs, arm, he could feel one by his nose.
“The man, he shouldn’t have been driving. He shouldn’t have been driving, that guy…”
His mother crept closer, and whispered something in his ear.
“Timmy…”
She paused to hold back a whimper.
“Grace was killed in the crash.”
Silence after the storm.
“They found out she had a broken neck, a punctured lung, second degree burns all over her…”
His mother began to weep, her shoulders bobbing up and down. He could hold back his tears, either. Grace…
I didn’t get to say goodbye.
He sat in the bed for months. His tears wet his pillows, his sorrow clouded his thoughts. He saw that a plug was what kept him alive. It wasn’t working. She was his life. And now that she was gone… He might as well kill himself. I’ll be with her that way, we can kiss again…
The only thing that kept him alive was the nurse standing by his bed. She put the plug back in, and told him
“She would’ve wanted you to live on. She’ll always be with you.”
He fell asleep.
Years later, he was with another girl.
“I’m not ready for this.”
“Why not?”
She looked at him, patiently dragging an answer out of him.
“It’s just… I don’t know.”
“Don’t worry about it. If you’re sad, I’ll fix you up…”
She got closer to him, and he replayed that night. She’d want me to move on. That’s the person she was.
“I’m fixed up enough.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Embracing tightly, caution miles away. He remembered those times. They were back.
I’ll see you around sometime, Grace. I can’t wait…
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Posted Jul 5, 2008
You're only 14. At least that's what the profile says.
For such a young age, your writing is well beyond what I would expect. The intro starts of with a good picture of who we're dealing with. The steamy little love scene pumps it up a little more. And then teenage immaturity craps all... (
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