Ranting, Venting, I Miss You

A Story by GamingGal

More an emotional outpouring than a story

You walk down the halls so peacefully, so happily. And that makes me miss you. So, I start to plan and plot. You stay after school for soccer, so why shouldn't I stay after too? We'll say it was for Science or Cooking or Academic Team. Yeah, let's go with that. I'll just stay a bit after, say, 4:30? That way I can see you.

Go to the bus with Karlie, stand around, wait till I know I'll see you. Go back into the school, and look around anxiously. There you are! Beauty and charm emanating as you walk towards me down the hall, not seeing me till you look up. But I play coy, and pretend I don't see you, turning down a different hall instead. You follow me, call my name like before, and pout till I walk over and walk with you.

Down the hall we go, talking like we used to, smiling like we used to, and laughing like we used to. All is well. But wait! You grab me and pull me into the bathroom, going on about something on your phone you have to show me. Boy is that a bull lie if I've ever heard one. You pin me to the wall, I laugh and fight back, just like before. When I'm not looking, you wrap your arms around my waist and lay your head on my back, just holding me. I go to leave, but you grab my arm and pull me back. With a grin you bite my neck, playing around like you used to. I look at you and see that familiar sparkle in your eyes, like before when we were happy. Faces so close together, mere inches apart. I see the desire in your eyes, feel it flooding in my veins. Yet, neither acts. When it's finally time to go, you kiss my cheek. And even after you walk away, I can still feel it.

Damn it, I miss you!

I miss that sparkle in your eyes when you would look at me. That sparkle that spoke of your affections for me, that told me you loved me. That sparkle that could calm all my worries.

I miss feeling your body pressed to mine. That feeling you would awaken in me, a burning desire and overflowing happiness, those goosebumps you would give me. Having you close, feeling your arms wrapped around me, holding me to you, never wanting you to let go.

I miss that beautiful voice of yours, one that was gorgeous and can always make me smile, even if I'm crying. Just hearing it in the hallways, I have to turn and look. And when you would say my name, that tone your voice would take on.....

I miss your lips and how they would mold with mine, how they explored any exposed skin, how they felt on my lips and skin. Pure divinity.

I miss your laugh, loud and boisterous and full of life, just as you are.

I miss your touch, that butterfly touch of your fingertips against my bare skin. Your hands holding my sides, pulling me closer, holding me closer, refusing to let go. Gentle at times, yet rough at others. Rough when you would pin me back or pull me back to you. A roughness that spoke of passion.

I miss your teeth grazing my skin, a bare touch before a sudden bite. A chill of anticipation followed by a flood of passion. Biting back a slight moan as you bite down harder, following with a kiss and touch of your tongue to ease the passionate, wondrous prick of pain.

I miss you
I miss you
(third time's a charm, right?)
I miss you

Come back to me?

We both know you won't, so can we play a game? Shhh, don't tell Brianne. Just stay after school like you always do, and I will, too. We can have our few moments in the bathroom to pretend things are okay. Those few moments where things ARE okay. That sparkle in your eyes, that giggle, that tone in your voice, your hands on my sides, your teeth on my skin, and maybe, if I'm lucky, your lips on mine.

I miss you. Can we make my wish come true?