The Truth About Life

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Chapter 4 (v.1)

Submitted: February 17, 2009

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The spring air was just what I needed to cool me down. I let out a deep breath and let the night wash over me. Jayson was staring at me in a way that sent chills up my spine.
“Better?” he asked after a minute. I looked at him and felt my heart beating abnormally fast, which was weird, especially considering how slow the rest of the world seemed to be right now.
I boldly stepped closer to him and rested my hands lightly on his shoulders, “Much.”
He moved closer, covering the few inches between us. I waited until he was very close to my lips and I could feel him breathing before I said, “Jayson, I really like you,”
“I really like you too Lauren,” he said, moving his lips on mine.
His hands found my back and gently pushed me forward, that push was all I needed. In an instant I felt his warm lips against mine and my hands automatically reached up for his hair.
A good four minutes later his phone vibrated from his pocket.
“Shit,” he mumbled, fumbling for it.
He yanked it open and casually said, “Hey. Sure, yeah no problem, bye.”
“Who-?” I asked, I was still a bit breathless.
“My mom,” he explained.
I knew that his mom wouldn’t think anything of us being out here together, she most likely thought we were playing soccer, plus Beth is really nice.
Still I said, “Oh,” as I realized he had to go.
“I’m really sorry Lauren,” he began. Then he kissed my forehead and said, “See you around?”
“Yeah,” I said, but my throat felt dry and as he walked away I knew our relationship had changed.
I walked slowly back into the reception where the party was still going, full-swing.
“Lauren,” multiple people acknowledged me. I nodded politely to them as I found the punch table and poured myself some. I drank four glasses before I sat down at our table and put my head down to think.
He had kissed me. I had kissed him.
There was nothing wrong with that, people kissed all the time right? Plus, I really liked him-maybe even more…
Still, I felt the touch of where his hands had been, burning my skin. It was so right, the feeling. I closed my eyes and saw his face leaning towards me, his hands finding my back, my hands in his perfect hair…
Stop! I commanded myself.
I moved to the dance floor to preoccupy myself and did the ‘Chicken Dance’ with my cousins as the night wore on.


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