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Дурацкое напоминание!
Школа идет хорошо
сложно и плакала сегодня
незаслуженное 57 :/
Линдзи и я больше не поруги
зато Джессика и кэйти да ;)
She said yes; like noone else could. She said it, but didn't know if she loved him enough to mean it yet. But that's not the point. The idea of being committed to something was slicing her inside like butter, and strangely enough, it felt oh, so good.
She ran down the stairs. She jumped out on the grass. She stood there, looking around at her yard. It was green and pretty, and matched her crazy outfit. She closed her eyes. She felt her hands raising in the air, but she wasn't doing it. Something else was. She breathed in that fresh, early spring air. She smiled. It felt too good. Too good to open her eyes. So she didn't.
His breath on her neck and his hands under her funky skirt felt right. That word "yes." So short, yet God, so damn meaningful. She was happy, and he was sexually excited. They completed each other a that moment. Little girl, with big goals and short red hair. Tall boy, with signed Beatles album at home and dark blue eyes. Soon became one. And stayed that way for about seven and a half minutes.
She liked the fresh Tide smell of snow white sheets in the morning. He was still asleep when she woke up. She looked at him like at something wonderful, she held her breath because she was scared to break him. She smiled. She tried to remember the last time she was that happy with someone, but nothing came to her mind. She kept on smiling, and the morning sunlight contrasted the perfection of that moment. She touched his lip with a very tip of her finger, and it almost burned her skin. It hurt when she looked at him. And it hurt when she didn't.
He liked holding her tight until she fell asleep at night. She smelled like coffee and cherish shampoo. He loved her smell on himself. He didn't shower the next morning every time she spent the night at his house. He liked smelling like her all day at work. It drove him insane. He slowly but surely was falling in love with her, just like he promised her he wouldn't. He closed his eyes.
"Mark, hold my hand," she took his hand and put it to her heart. "Do you feel it?"
He didn't reply. She was amazing, he thought. She was incredible in everything she did. She had said so so much without even saying a word. HE looked deep into her eyes. She had the biggest, purest eyes on this side of the planet.
"Mark, promise me you won't fall in love with me."
She took his silence as an okay. And he let that happen.