Milk Duds and Skittles

Dear Alex,

I still love you. Just remember that.

Love,
Ami






Chapter One

PARTY’S: A drunken mess of people listening to bad music and talking to people they would never talk to unless they were under the influence of alcohol, cheerleaders talking (and maybe more) with nerds and jocks making out with the not-so-lonely-anymore-loners. The next morning you will wake up with a bad headache and a boat load of regrets that you can barely remember.

I sat there on Alex's bed, thankful to be away from all the noise. I was never the partying type. Actually I just hated parties, they reeked of alcohol, bad music pumped through the whole house and you couldn’t walk anywhere with out some guy in a drunken stupor attempting to hit on you. I huffed and laid back, wondering why I had come in the first place, well I knew why, it was because Alex had gotten on his hands and knees and begged me to come.

"Ami? Are you in there?" Alex's concerned voice came through the door.

"Yeah." I mumble, but I knew he heard me because he came in a second after that.

"Sorry - are you okay?" He asked his voice was filled with extreme concern. I laughed a bit, he was always over protective of me.

"Yeah, just all sticky and gross - some kid threw his drink on me." I said the last part with venom in my voice. I wanted to punch that guy, and I knew that I would the next time I say him. He had tried to hit on me and when I ignored him he got pissed off and threw his drink on me. I felt sorry for who ever would marry him in the future; he didn’t seem like such a happy drunk.

I heard Alex sigh, with a slight edge, as if he wanted to hit the kid too. Alex walked over to his closet. I heard some rustling and then he threw some clothes at me. They were obviously going to be too big on me, but it was better than smelling like I was an alcoholic the rest of the night. Alex left the room quickly, leaving me to change in peace.

“Ami, are you done yet?” Alex asked sounding impatient.

“Yep.” I yelled back to him. The music seemed to have gotten a lot louder in the past few seconds. Alex opened the door and walked in, I laid back on the bed, still annoyed at the guy who threw his drink on me. Alex laid down next to me.

“Milk Dud?” He asked randomly handing me a box of milk duds, which wasn’t exactly surprising, as Alex was in love with them. He had stashes all over the house. Milk Duds were my scary movie candy, and I wasn’t really in the mood for them.

“Got any Skittles? I want to taste the f*****g rainbow.” He laughed and then rolled over and got a bag of them out of his dresser. This did surprise me, Alex hated Skittles, but they were my favorite. He threw them at me as I threw his Milk Duds to him.

I dumped about half of the Skittles into my mouth, savoring them as each flavor cam together to make a delicious mix of fruity goodness. Alex on the other hand ate his Milk Duds one at a time, relishing each piece and eating them as slowly as possible.

I remembered when we were about seven years old, still eating the same candy, the same exact way. We were best friends then too, even if the other kids on the bus sang the KISSING song at us, because it was simply ludicrous for first and second graders to hang out with the opposite sex. We just never really followed the whole “boys/girls have coodies thing”. I smiled at the memory.

“What?” Alex asked noticing my smile.

“Do you remember when all the kids used to sing that K-I-S-S-I-N-G song at us?”

“Oh, yeah, good times.” Alex said sarcastically. I sat up and turned towards him. “Why are you smiling at that particular memory?”

“Because, when you burst into tears that one time they did it, I punched that kid out.” I said laughing. “You were so sensitive.”

“I had allergies. I wasn’t crying.” Alex said, flipping his hair back, barely hiding his smile. In a leap of slight insanity, I leaned in and kissed him. He kissed me back, pulling me closer; I wrapped my hands around his neck and fell into the kiss.

I could barely believe it, he was kissing me back. In a moment I had jumped off of a cliff and I found that Alex had caught me, he was kissing me back. Instead of tumbling towards the ground I was on a cloud. As it got more intense I couldn’t help but wonder if, after this night, me and Alex would end up like all those cheerleaders and jocks who would wake up wishing that they could take back everything that happened.

I felt Alex’s lips move, saying something. I broke the kiss, “what did you say?” I asked praying to god that it wasn’t ‘maybe we should stop.’

“I love you.” He whispered. I looked at him, all of my fears of regretting this night disappeared.

Reviews

[Stephen Scaggs]

Very nice, very nice. You should definitely continue this story; or not (but I wish you would. [:) I generally don't fall for love stories unless it's a piece like this or something similar to Looking For Alaska. I'll be adding this book to my "To Read List" so don't ever give up. Also, if possible... try to add a prologue. Of if this is the prologue, make it more evident. A good prologue can be as short as three paragraphs and grabs the readers attention. Try also to lengthen the chapters to make for a longer book. ^_^ Keep it up.

[Melina A. Cambree]

You should write more on this! It's REALLY good...Gah, I wanna read more now. lol