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The day, the James, the teen boy thought, had lacked flaws. Now, as a fire was made on the beach and the sun set, a red-haired girl was on his mind. She sat right next to him, and grins at him with ease. She laughs at a joke that a friend made and he too, grins. He loves the crease her eyes make when she laughs.
Dusk has passed, and the pair have danced and splashed in the sea, and now have made their way back to the rest, arm in arm. He wants to tell her, but he does not think she feels the same for him. He hold on to how he feels and will not let it go. He just wants to stay up all night with her.
Time goes on and the moon shines bright in the sky and the fire still burns bright. By now, the rest of the group starts to doze off to a world of dreams. His eyes, too, start to droop when she asks him to stay up. He nods his head and does so, just for her.
She can't sleep most nights, she says, if she does not have a small cup of tea. The tea calms her down and helps her sleep. She laughs it off and he takes her hand and pats it, as if to let her know that it is fine. Her hand fits in his as if it were made for him; it was meant to be. It all makes sense to him.
They stay up and talk some more about life right now, what is to come when May has passed, and the life that starts in the fall. She harps on what she hates of hers, though those are the things he loves.
He does not mind her, though she harps on what he loves. She hates the way her thighs look when she sits. She claims it makes her look huge, but he does not see it. She says she hates the dents at the end of her spine, but he loves them to no end. He just loves the sound of her voice as she talks to him and the way she looks at him as she talks. Her grin and laugh come with ease.
He asks why she does not want to try to sleep. She says that she talks in her sleep, and did not want to wake the rest of the group. She is shy and spills that she does not like to stand on a scale to see her weight and laughs when his jaw drops.
He lets these small things rack up in the back of his mind as she talks and asks to tell what he is like. Those small things all add up to her. He's in love with her and he knows it. He vows to keep his thoughts mute.
He breaks that vow as more time flies by. He shuts his mouth as soon as the words leave it. She stares at him and tears up. She does not know what to think. She does not know why he would feel like this for her.
He tells her that her grin and how eyes light up can make a bad day better, and how her laugh makes him laugh. As he tells her this, her face turns to a blush and she thanks him for his kind words. She runs a hand through her hair and stares at the fire.
The fire now starts to lose most of its warmth and the boy stands up and walks to find stray sticks. He comes back and throws the sticks in. He joins her once more and stares at the fire as well. She leans her head down on his arm and lets out a sigh.
She looks at him from the side and says a quiet thank you once more. He nods and says that it was no big deal, but that is where he is wrong. He had made her day and she could not find words to thank him.
The sun starts to peak out as she holds his hand and pecks him on the cheek.
As the sun rose, the two who lacked sleep close their eyes, and go to sleep.
A/N: so my assignment in AP Literature was to write a monosyllabic handwritten, two page story, using the time frame of dusk to dawn, and I wrote it with Jily in mind... This is partially based on One Direction's "Little Things"
so here you are. I promise either Summer Dreams or 197 Reasons will update soon!
-Olivia