There was the heat between us. By heat, I mean not only as
in the passion between us, but the actual hotness of his lips on mine. If I
close my eyes and concentrate, I can still feel it. I’ll never forget that.
The headlights; blaring white lights coming right at me.
Then it hit; two tons of metal, pulverizing my own metal cage I was in.
Suddenly, darkness; that’s when I knew it was bad.
There were butterflies in my stomach as we sat there in the
movie theatre. I wasn’t actually watching the movie; I’m not sure if he was. I
was too focused on the fact that I was sitting next to a boy, alone, in a dark
movie theatre. ‘I wonder if he’ll pull any moves’, I thought. Sure enough, he
started to put his arm around me. He accidently hit me in head instead. Well,
that went well.
He was so warm. The warmth of his arms as he held me,
letting me sob into his shoulder. I was so embarrassed, but he said it was
okay, to just let it out. I was crying to him about a boy I liked; Typical
teenage romance woes. It’s quite ironic, actually. I ended up liking the boy
who comforted me, and let go of the one who made me cry.
I was filled with so much happiness; the feeling of shock,
accomplishment, and joy all at the same time. I scanned the list for my name,
and there it was, right next to the part I wanted. I’d worked hard for it, too.
Working hard for what you want, and getting it? That’s the most gratifying
feeling in the world; especially when it’s for a long awaited part in the
school musical.
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