Mistaken Kisses Part 3

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Part 3 of the Mistaken Kisses trilogy tells about how I fell in love with Nino, or rather, when I fell in love with him.

I wake up the next morning ready to vomit. I remember waking up in the middle of the night with the worst sore throat I've ever had, turns out it got even worse. I head down the stairs wrapped in my comforter and pjs. Greeted by my golden-doodle puppy, I collapse on the couch petting the puppy and letting her lick my hand. I remember having a dream about me and Mark, we had decided to run away together at the age of 18 or 19- or maybe even 20- and as we lay on the mattress we have set on the floor, we stare ,hand-in-hand, at the paintings we have painted onto the walls.

Pictures of our lips meeting painted in red, painted in blue is us swinging in the park, and a silhouette of watching the sunset on my roof. On the ceiling, we painted portraits of each other in exact detail and painted the rest a warm shade of red. 

We painted love, romance, warmth, fun, and truth. Everything we wanted to have when we were still inside of our township. I fall back to sleep with the paintings still floating in my mind. I don't dream again, but the images are enough.

When I awaken, I make the decision of recreating the paintings of my dream. I find it's around 8:30 and head upstairs to find my sketch pad. I start with the painting of our lips, trying to keep the paintings safe in my mind. I do quick outlines of the rest, afraid if I wait too long that they will slip my mind. When I finish sketching, I go back shade with my pastels mimicking the colors of each. The warm reds, deep blues, and magnificent golden yellows. I add on more sketch also before I close my sketch pad. I add a sketch of Mark laughing, I love the way he looks when he's laughing. It brings back the memories of us before we were dating, back when he was still dating that best friend of mine. 

In science class, we had been put into cooperative learning groups. Meaning, my teacher put us in the groups that she thinks we will learn from and get a long with most. I couldn't interpret my reactions and feelings at the moment I heard we were assigned to sit right next to each other. I hated him back in fifth grade for being a better artist than me. But I admired his art, his determination, and his smile. 

I remember feeling anger for being put next to him, put there was something else too. In my gut, it was a warm feeling. I didn't like it. But the next few weeks passed to quickly. We had so much fun sitting next each other. He even showed off his boxers that had bananas on them to me. We partnered for everything and talked about what Sara, my so-called best friend, liked and said about him. I didn't mind much at that point, but then I started to realize what that warming in gut was. I liked Mark. I started to get jealous when he talked about her. I started to become a bit guarded when we talked about her. I tried my hardest to to show it. But then, the teacher had us split apart and the groups went back to rows, and he sat one seat back and two seats over to the right from me. We still talked, but mostly about Sara.

But then, out of completely thin air, I decide to confess to Mark and Julia about loving him. Mark's reaction was better than Sara's. He told me that he liked me too, but he loved Sara more and that if he weren't dating Julia, he would date me. After a few days, I decided to tell Sara that I was over him and that I would stay away from him. But do you seriously believe that I would? That boy is mine. So that's how I ended up where I am now. I finish the sketch and stare at it for a long time, making sure every dimple and tooth is nowhere out of place. I won't have to worry about my mom until later, she works until two o'clock. 

At around eight o'clock he texts me back and said,\"Hey srry hw ttyl luv ya baby,\" I sigh with grief, I missed him all day, the least he can do is text for a while. I text back,\"Ok, I think I'll be back in school tomorrow, I just had a stomach  bug,\" my mom gives me Advil to take and after a few minutes of trying to gulp it down, my body decides it doesn't want it and down the the drain it goes. As well as everything I ate during the day. This happened twice, it left me shaking and sobbing on the floor. 

It takes a while to fall asleep that night, worrying about Mark again. I keep thinking he's cheating on me with the obviously prettier girls in my grade while I'm out sick. I figured it was a bunch of BS so I dismiss the feeling. At two in the morning, my stomach decides that spitting into a bucket isn't enough. I run to the sink as I vomit. Twice for liquid, and then twice for everything else. The experience left me shaking and sobbing, once again, on the floor but I feel a whole lot better now that the bug is almost completely out of system. Eventually drift into sleep. In the morning, I discover my throat is no better, but my stomach is better and my nose just feels congested and I stay home from school again and pack for a spring break trip down to Hilton Head, SC. I start to miss Nino so bad that I make up an excuse for my mom to drive me to school. 

Only, when I get there, everyone was still in class so the only thing I could do is wave and smile as he rises his eyebrows seductively. God, I love the way he does that. 

As my mom and I head home, I send him a text saying that I wanted to at least give him a hug before we left for break. And, six hours later, he still hasn't answered my texts. I make the proposal that he's probably sleeping at a friends or on the way to something. Since his parents won't buy him a phone yet, he uses his iTouch. 

As I drift away to sleep and dreams in my hotel room, I watch the only picture of him I have, hoping he would jump out of the picture and drag me back inside with him.


Submitted: March 31, 2012

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