Opposites Attract

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story of a boy and girl who are complete polar opposites - appearance wise.

Submitted: November 16, 2013

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You know, having a boyfriend with a completely opposite appearance tends to get a few stares. You know the clichés, the jocks stick with the jocks, and the loners with the loners. Then there was plain old me and my very scene boyfriend. Not exactly appearance matches, but that’s now how we worked anyway. We ended up how we were because of how similar we were on the inside; a lonely sad girl and a lonely sad boy who needed love or they’d perish by their own hands. He saved me and I saved him. Even now, thinking about it, I probably wouldn’t be around if it weren’t for him. I hope that he can say the same about me.

Nothing ever made me happier than just laying around with him. I loved laying in bed with him in our underwear, just laughing and talking and sometimes just being quiet and cuddled up to each other. It was so nice to just have him so close and to know that I’d always be safe right here snuggled up to him.

He held me close to his chest and whispered soft loving things into my ear when it stormed and I held him tight when he was having a day where he just didn’t want to go on anymore. We kissed, we cuddled, we loved, we craved, we needed; but we did it all together.

I laid in the bed next to him, the morning dawn light trying to pry its way into his room through the curtains. I was lying on my stomach in one of his shirts and my underwear and he was lying in a pair of boxers, his arm covered half his face and his legs were tangled in the blanket. I smiled softly at him and reached out to run my fingers over the hills of his ribs, counting them as I did so. My fingers slid lightly at the hem of his boxers and back up his chest where they climbed up his neck. He opened his eyes sleepily at me and smiled.

“Morning,” He murmured. I smiled and kissed him softly before pulling back and cuddling up beside him, resting my head on his chest so I could hear his heartbeat thump steadily. The arm I was laying over reached behind me to hold my shoulders to pull me closer and his other free hand stroked my hair in a slow soothing pattern. This was perfection, he was perfection. He was everything I ever needed and anything I could ever want. He was mine. I looked up at him and smiled again and he gently put a finger to the edge of my lips and pulled them up in a silly manner. I laughed and pulled back.

“Come on, get dressed, I’ll make breakfast,” He grabbed my hand and put it to his chest.

“No, let’s just…” He sighed. “Let’s just stay like this for a while…” 


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