16 July 2012
The chorus of the song began to play, the most peaceful, moving part of the entire thing. Drew's words echoed through my mind, my body, my heart and deep into the caverns of my soul, ordering me to do as she said. I felt my lips push gently against hers, in the most perfect, soft kiss I had ever given any girl. Her lips were moist and smooth, the perfect match for mine as they brushed over one and other in sync. She tasted like... like popcorn, and candy, but also like spice and something fiery and hot. She tasted bitter-sweet. The most perfect balance. This was what a real kiss was supposed to feel like. Not pointless and just some good-fun, but meaningful and emotional. Filled with every feeling you had, every passionate thought or loving gesture. Everything. It sent fireworks through your mind, and tingles through your lips as they made contact with each others, heat through your cheeks and entire body as you felt like you had finally found someone you could trust to love you. It must have lasted seconds. It felt like years. I could have sat there for years, just holding her small body in my arms, hugging her tight. Her eyes met mine, emotions currently unreadable. I dared not blink, just in case I missed the tiniest display of affection she was too shy to show. I wanted to speak. To say something to her. Anything. But I couldn't. I knew that if I tried, it would come out as absolute rubbish and she'd look at me like I was from Mars - although it has been debated. "I... I have to... I have to go" Drew stuttered. What? Why? Drew, don't go. It took me about three seconds to realise I hadn't said anything I'd thought aloud. Drew swiped her books up from the floor, stuffed them in her bag and ran for the bedroom door, wiping her cheek as she did. I followed swiftly, begging my voice box to at least give me one word so I could call her name out. "Drew, Drew wait". Oh. Thanks, much appreciated :). "I'm sorry Justin, just forget it happened" Drew apologised as she sped down the stairs. I ran down just as fast, clutching onto her wrist as she opened the front door to leave. "Drew don't go. What's wrong? Tell me and I'll fix it" I babbled as fast as I could, Drew struggling in my grip. "There's nothing to fix Justin" she cried, a rogue, salty tear rolling down the smooth, pale skin of her cheek. "Then why are you crying?". No answer. Just tears. "Drew...". "Don't! Please, just leave me alone" she whimpered softly, before speeding out of the door and down the steps. How was she gonna get home? She'd got here in my car. Oh fuck. Hero of the day: Frank. He drove along the road, slowing down when he saw Drew tearing up. She climbed in his Land Rover, and they sped off down the road. And I'd let her go. Just like that. I slammed the door shut, running my hands through my hair in frustration. I slid my back down the wall, like they do in movies, and no it did not make me feel any better. It just ruffled my plain white tee up at the back, and made me feel like there were tiny little bits of peeled paint in my hair. Movies lie. However, even though my head was beginning to itch, and I felt a scratch running along the length of my back, all I could think about was Drew. Why had she run out? What was up with her? She'd kissed me, and then left. Who does that? Well, Drew Texas, obviously. Duh. I pulled out my phone, and dialled her number once, no answer. Twice, no answer. Third time, not even a ring, just straight to answer phone. I left a message: "Tex, call me when you get this. We need to talk. I don't understand... just, call me as soon as you can, okay?". I felt like half of me was missing. Like Drew's friendship was that half, and I'd ruined it by wanting more. Now I get what my Mom had been saying. I was too greedy. I wanted everything too much. And the worst part, I normally got it all anyway. But this time, no. I'd had my mind messed with, my heart toyed with, and my soul ripped to pieces. Leaving me in this permanently confused, lost state. It felt like I was empty inside, as if when she left, she took everything with her. But she hadn't. I was still here. Still breathing. Still heart-beating. Still loving her. My phone rang. I fumbled with the answer button, slamming my thumb down on the screen and holding it to my ear. "Drew, God I was so worried. Are you ok?". I hadn't checked the caller ID. It wasn't Drew. "Justin? This is Mrs. Texas. I have some bad news". It was her Grandmother, with... bad news. Gulp. "Huh? What's going on? Is Drew hurt?". "Yes, she collapsed, Justin. She's in the hospital".
Whoa. Pretty short I know but it's a filler. Dramatic right? :D
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