He waited for her restlessly , often erratically flipping his hair out of his eyes. Finally, with a click of the doorknob she entered already smiling. He smiled back at her as he pulled at her waist. She gave in and looped her arms atop his shoulders her hands drape at the nape of his neck. He had to lean down to meet her lips and she had to stand in her tip toes. When she pulled away, they both smiled.
"I've missed you..." She pouted. He frowned at her. He knew it hurt her to have to keep their relationship a secret.
"I know,Gracie..." He stroked her cheek with the pad of his thumb.
"I just want us to be together." She continued. He pulled her closer, until she could feel his breath .
"We ARE together," He argued, he leaned down for another kiss but was dejected when she pulled away. She felt guilty when she saw the hurt look on his face.
"I love you, Nelson ! Is that wrong?!" She practically yelled.
He put his finger her lips. She was so tired of keeping their relationship it was tearing her up inside. Nelson knew this. He knew there was little they could do about it. He had loved her most of his life, not because of her good looks but because of her kindred spirit. People constantly patronized her because they didn't understand her, or know her, like he did. People usually steered clear of him, as if his joking and dorky demeanor would somehow rub off on them. Though they were at opposite sides of the food chain, they had still found their way to each other. Though they had to work around classes, his band practice, and her Perf meetings they still met weekly in the Janitor's Closet.
Nelson's eyes flicked to his watch. He pecked her on the cheek and said a quick goodbye before departing their safe haven. Grace sighed, consumed by her thoughts. With one swift look around the closet she left as well, mad at herself for ruining their time together.
Guess we'll just have to wait, she thought finally.