Watching The City Lights

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sarah Durell and Brandon Rivera are two completely different people, joined by just one thing: Love.

(This is really crappy people, so don't bash me too hard in your comments)

Submitted: May 24, 2011

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City Lights

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I sat by the banks of the river, his arm wound tightly around my waist. I rested my head on his shoulder, such a comfortable position. The waters flowed lazily; it mirrored the sky’s steel grey. The lights of the city shone brilliantly on the surface, and illuminated the sky. A long steel and wire bridge stretched out from one end of the river to the other, linking the two shores, which would otherwise be realms apart. Just like Brandon and me.

I was from a totally different world; the other side of the river. He was from this side. We took turns visiting each other’s sides. I came tonight. I looked forward to these serene Tuesday nights, just the two of us; nothing else, except Brandon Rivera, Sarah Durrell and our love for each other.

I snuggle tighter against him; his masculine warmth comforting, melting away my inhibitions.

“Brooke, you okay?” He whispers raggedly against my hair.  I raise my head to look at him, suddenly taken by his vivid green eyes. They always did that to me, no matter the occasion or setting. They were just that beautiful.

“I’m with you. Why shouldn’t I?” I chirp into his ear, he smiles back at me.

Another silence, but not an awkward one. More of a loving silence; I think about him, and I know he’s thinking about me. The atmosphere was charged with affection. Sometimes I swear Brandon and I must’ve been cut out of the same rock, or made from the same pile of dirt; we’re that alike. Sometimes we’ll say the same things at the same time, call each other simultaneously and get a busy tone and then text each other the exact same words “You there?”. It was fun to think about our relationship, though it can be depressing.

I’m from downtown and he’s from uptown, a social barrier that even love can’t break down. At least, it hasn’t yet.

“Hun?” He says, I look at him.

“Yeah?” I respond, rocking back on my elbows. He does the exact same thing, a fraction of a second before I do.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” He asks, smiling on of his signature heart-melting smiles. I grin back before answering.

“Yes it is” I say, and he captures me in another embrace. I rest my head in the crook of his neck.

That ever so loved silence prevails, and I smile thinking about it. Love is a beautiful thing, I believe. This one was shorter than the first before he broke it again.

“I love city lights” he says softly, his breath tickles my ear. I get goose bumps every time he does it, I have no clue why, but it does.

“Me too” I lie. I don’t love city lights. I hate them actually. The only reason I admire them is because, Brandon loves them so much. And I wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings by saying I don’t.

“You don’t” he cuts through my train of thought with those words; I look up at him, trying to penny his words.

“You don’t like city lights” He explains “I know when you’re lying Sarah Jane”

I bring myself away from him, just far enough to see his face clearly, his face didn’t match his voice. It was comical, almost hysterical, A crooked smile on his face. I laugh and so does he. Our giggling rippled through the still night’s air as we laughed uncontrollably for no apparent reason.

He held my face between soft palms and brought my lips to his; a soft sweet kiss.

“But I love you for it” He whispers as he pulls me to stand up, wraps his arms around my waist and buries his face in the flesh of my neck. After we pull away, he looks on his phone and sighs. Just what I fear; our hour is up.

“I have to go now, huh?” I ask nonchalantly, as he runs a finger through my blonde hair. He nods solemnly.

“Text me we when you get home, love” He says before kissing me again. This one more heated, ravenous, passionate.

After a few intense moments of staring into each other’s eyes, I walk away, far away to the other side of the river. Back to my house, in the ghetto and he goes back to his mansion in an upscale community. Two worlds, far apart, joined by the bridge of love.

A/N: This was a whole lot of fun writing! Thanks to Unknown Girl for this awesome contest! And to all the other entrants: Good Luck! <3

 

 

 


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