WEEE! A new chappie for all you out there! Here is some mild fluff for all yous guys!
His words echoed in my mind, but I kept walking, knowing he was following me. He repeated his question.
"Do you want me to be honest or make shit up to make you happy?" I asked sardonically, spinning to face him.
"Honest," He replied simply.
"Why?"
"Because," He replied.
"Why don't guys ever make any sense?" I asked him.
"Probably for the same reason girls don't make any sense."
"Yes we do!"
"Uhm…riighhtt…" He said with a laugh, "Now will you tell me?"
"No."
"Come on!" He said as I began walking again, barely hearing him mutter, "Why are women so stubborn" under his breath.
I bit my tongue and kept walking. Walking to get away from my memories. Walking to get away from Kyle. Walking to escape…escape to anywhere…where I really wanted to go was the beach, but there is no beach in Oklahoma. There was when I lived in Jersey, right on the shore. Life was perfect when I was 7…
"Laney!" Kyle called, grabbing my arm and pushing me into the small grouping of trees right off of the school's property.
"What?" I asked, suddenly very aware of the tears that had stained my face as my memories tortured me.
"What is it?"
Everything… "Absolutely nothing," I replied, lying through my teeth and he knew it.
His grip on my arm loosened and I pulled it out of his grasp. "Laney…" He said, tracing a finger down my jaw, then, using his thumb, he gently brushed the freshly fallen tear that was making a crystalline river down my face. His forefinger pushed my chin up so I had to look into his face.
"I'm fine…" I lied again.
"You know you can talk to me…right?" He said.
"And why should I trust you? Every other guy I have trusted decided to bail out on me," I spat.
I thought back. My old high school sweetheart ditched me, my father left, and Dally…much as I would deny that I ever liked that horrible pig-headed man…also left me for no apparent reason. I am still the same Laney he met in the goddamn cooler, so why the sudden change?
I closed my eyes and gave a shaky sigh. Kyle hadn't said anything, so I knew that he was no different…or I thought he was…until I felt his soft lips press against mine in a gentle kiss…the only way he thought he could show me I deserved his trust.
I responded to the small token, missing the feeling of being cherished and held by someone, and I could tell he was surprised. He was slowly easing my lips apart and I knew what he wanted. To be totally truthful, this was my first French kiss, so I was a little apprehensive. But I figure, life is short so what the hell.
I parted my lips for him, and his tongue slowly entered my mouth. Reflex had my tongue pushing against his, trying to get it out, but it only seemed to make him more avid, and to be truthful, I didn't really care.
My arms went around his neck for support and his hand that had been cradling my head had slowly made it's trek down my body, over my hip and found it's resting spot on my thigh, right below my mini-skirt. His fingers played with the bottom of it as if deciding to move on or not.
He thought better of it and pulled back, both of us panting for air, my arms still around his neck and his hands repositioned themselves on my hips.
He opened his mouth to apologize, but he only got out 'I'm' before I placed a finger on lips parted lips and shushed him. "It's ok," I said, smiling slightly.
He pulled me into an warm embrace, and I thought I saw a figure moving away, a fleeting shadow or something, but it must have been the sun playing tricks or a cloud…
sorry it was a bit short, but o well…more fluff to come…I promise! r/r!