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Authors: Danielle Rocco
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of kids, and volunteers are constantly checking up on everyone. If I could make it special for her, I would. I don’t want a bunch of kids around us when I kiss her for the first time. But, damn, I want to so bad.
I look down, focusing on the guitar so I can’t look at her beautiful mouth. She clears her throat. Once I start strumming, I smell it. I glance up, and Shay’s running her tropical-smelling chapstick all over her lips. Damn. I try so hard not to think about kissing those lips. “Sing something, Shay,” I say to distract myself. She reaches down between us and shoves her chapstick back into her pocket.
“What do you want me to sing?”
“Anything. I just want to hear your pretty voice.”
When she sings the last note, a feeling washes over me, and I have to ask her what I think about so often. “What do you do when you’re not here with me? I know you have a lot of school stuff, but who do you hang out with?” I look away briefly. When I turn back, I throw my hair back so I can see her face. I swallow down my nervousness slowly. She reaches up and runs her finger over the front of my neck where I just swallowed the knot that’s building in my throat. “Why did you just do that?” I ask her.
Giggling, she answers, “You are so strong… I mean, you just look really fit.”
Giving her a smile, but not forgetting my question, I ask her again in a low voice as I take her hand in mine. “Who do you hang out with when we’re not together?” Her slender fingers entwine with mine.
“When I have free time, I’m with Jules mostly.”
“You don’t hang out with guys?”
Her eyes soften, but I can tell she hesitates. “Jace,” she says, grabbing the front of my hair playfully. “Of course, I hang out with boys. I’m at school all week with tons of them, silly.”
“That’s not what I meant, Shay.”
“I know what you meant. If you mean outside of school, probably just Brett and Cole.” My stomach drops. “Not often, though. They just kind of show up sometimes.” She smiles while I clench my jaw slightly. I remember the name Cole from when I first met her. She mentioned playing football with him. I’ve heard his name here and there over the last couple of years. She takes her free hand and runs it over the guitar strings and then looks up with those big blues eyes, asking me the same question. “What about you? What do you do when you aren’t with me?”
“I do nothing. I just sit and wait to see your pretty face again,” I tell her the truth.
“Uh-huh, sure, you do.”
“That’s the truth, Shay.” I squeeze her hand, and her face softens. I’m not sure if she believes me, so I look directly into her expressive eyes. Whenever they met mine, my heartstrings are pulled tightly. It’s not just the obvious color that reels me in, but the warmth and innocence and the way she sees life out of them that I love so much. She breathes positivity through every part of her being. If it’s not the way she bounces around in excitement, it’s her sweet voice full love. Then I look into her eyes, and there’s a truth within them. A truth that she hears every word I say and feels every single touch. It’s always in her eyes. I want to get lost in their beauty for the rest of my life. How can someone be so perfect without even trying to be?
“All right,” I tell her softly. She nods happily.
“Okay,” she says in a whisper. When she gets into her car with her mom, I stand there and watch her leave the center, just like I always do. But, this time I have an unsettled feeling. I hate that someone else gets her more than me.
THE NIGHT DRAGS; I wish I could talk to Shay. I’ve tried to fall asleep, but I can’t. Ever since I asked Shay whom she hangs out with, thoughts constantly flood my mind. I get up out of bed and grab my backpack. I never touch my backpack on the weekends, but that’s where my notebook and pens are. Sitting up against the wall, I write her a
I look down, focusing on the guitar so I can’t look at her beautiful mouth. She clears her throat. Once I start strumming, I smell it. I glance up, and Shay’s running her tropical-smelling chapstick all over her lips. Damn. I try so hard not to think about kissing those lips. “Sing something, Shay,” I say to distract myself. She reaches down between us and shoves her chapstick back into her pocket.
“What do you want me to sing?”
“Anything. I just want to hear your pretty voice.”
When she sings the last note, a feeling washes over me, and I have to ask her what I think about so often. “What do you do when you’re not here with me? I know you have a lot of school stuff, but who do you hang out with?” I look away briefly. When I turn back, I throw my hair back so I can see her face. I swallow down my nervousness slowly. She reaches up and runs her finger over the front of my neck where I just swallowed the knot that’s building in my throat. “Why did you just do that?” I ask her.
Giggling, she answers, “You are so strong… I mean, you just look really fit.”
Giving her a smile, but not forgetting my question, I ask her again in a low voice as I take her hand in mine. “Who do you hang out with when we’re not together?” Her slender fingers entwine with mine.
“When I have free time, I’m with Jules mostly.”
“You don’t hang out with guys?”
Her eyes soften, but I can tell she hesitates. “Jace,” she says, grabbing the front of my hair playfully. “Of course, I hang out with boys. I’m at school all week with tons of them, silly.”
“That’s not what I meant, Shay.”
“I know what you meant. If you mean outside of school, probably just Brett and Cole.” My stomach drops. “Not often, though. They just kind of show up sometimes.” She smiles while I clench my jaw slightly. I remember the name Cole from when I first met her. She mentioned playing football with him. I’ve heard his name here and there over the last couple of years. She takes her free hand and runs it over the guitar strings and then looks up with those big blues eyes, asking me the same question. “What about you? What do you do when you aren’t with me?”
“I do nothing. I just sit and wait to see your pretty face again,” I tell her the truth.
“Uh-huh, sure, you do.”
“That’s the truth, Shay.” I squeeze her hand, and her face softens. I’m not sure if she believes me, so I look directly into her expressive eyes. Whenever they met mine, my heartstrings are pulled tightly. It’s not just the obvious color that reels me in, but the warmth and innocence and the way she sees life out of them that I love so much. She breathes positivity through every part of her being. If it’s not the way she bounces around in excitement, it’s her sweet voice full love. Then I look into her eyes, and there’s a truth within them. A truth that she hears every word I say and feels every single touch. It’s always in her eyes. I want to get lost in their beauty for the rest of my life. How can someone be so perfect without even trying to be?
“All right,” I tell her softly. She nods happily.
“Okay,” she says in a whisper. When she gets into her car with her mom, I stand there and watch her leave the center, just like I always do. But, this time I have an unsettled feeling. I hate that someone else gets her more than me.
THE NIGHT DRAGS; I wish I could talk to Shay. I’ve tried to fall asleep, but I can’t. Ever since I asked Shay whom she hangs out with, thoughts constantly flood my mind. I get up out of bed and grab my backpack. I never touch my backpack on the weekends, but that’s where my notebook and pens are. Sitting up against the wall, I write her a
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