Chapter fiveA Chapter by Teenage poet
The phone rings the next day and the caller I.D. said it was Weston. I was so excited. After the first ring I picked up. I answered hastily Hello. Weston murmured a hell and something about an apology for not calling yesterday. Then another awkward silence. Blast my big mouth I ended up blurting out something I shouldn’t have, again. I said “Can I meet up with you somewhere” He took his time before he replied but he said “yes, ten minutes, the park.” Then he hung up the phone. I started running around my room looking for something cute to put on. I ended up in some black booty shorts and a green tank top that had a black skull on it. It was really cute too.
As I arrived at the park I was a little sweaty for I was walking and it was hot outside. I tried to wipe it off but it didn’t really work. I saw his purple truck and walked over to it. I was really nervous. What was about to happen? What is he said he never wanted to talk to me again? Oh my gosh this could be a bad thing. I arrive at the truck more cautiously. He rolls down the windows and then hops out of the truck. We start walking towards a bench under the tree. He wasn’t saying anything so I said something about it being super hot outside. He grunted and then we sat down . He was looking at me and I was looking at him. Golden silence. Staring into his eyes was like a dream come true to me. I loved every second it lasted.
He moved his head forward like he was going to kiss me but then turned his head. I had so many butterflies in my stomach I though it was going to burst open and the acid would fly everywhere as butterflies fly out of me. I had my hands on my thick thighs and was waiting. He put his hand on my hands and said “About last week, I just want you to know…….” I cut in. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you away” He looked down at his shoes. Then he looked back up at me. He whispered “I’m completely madly in love with you too.” I smiled shyly. Then turned my head away. He took his other hand and turned my face towards him. He leaned and kissed me. He kissed me so deeply and passionately I had tingles going down my spine. He pulled away slowly wanting more but not going for it. I couldn’t help but ask “What about your wife?” He smiled and told me this long story about how he hated her and didn’t want to be with her anymore. I sat there patiently listening and as stunned as I was, I was surprised I didn’t say anything more. After he had finished explaining everything I gave him a quick peck on the lips and said “Call me later.” And then I left and started walking home.
© 2008 Teenage poetReviews
|
Stats
254 Views
2 Reviews Added on July 12, 2008 Last Updated on July 12, 2008 AuthorTeenage poetolathe, KSAboutI am a 14 year old poet who expresses feeling through it and hopefully gets published one day. more..Writing
|