Expectations
She's expected him to speak words resounding like the roar of thunder reverberating off canyon walls, like the eternal crash of waves onto Tiana Beach. She's expected him to look her directly in the eye, hold her gaze, perhaps even hug her.
But he doesn't.
He's expected her to laugh, to roll her eyes, perhaps. To tell him no, thanks, we're just friends, and that's all. To scorn him, as the sandpipers scorn the waves that try to catch them as they dance in the wet sand.
But she doesn't.
She expected a warm summer evening, perhaps on the beach after a walk down from the pier. She's expected a sunset smile, whispered words in her ear.
They're not.
He's expected a starlit night outside, where they can dance in peace, undisturbed by the bustle of the world as it goes by.
It's not.
She's accepted the fact that her first kiss might not be perfect.
It's not.
He's committed to making her first kiss the best one they'll share.
It won't be.
She knows he's going to call her up and yell at her.
He doesn't.
He knows she's going to hang up on him.
She doesn't.
Neither of them thinks their relationship will last.
It will.
A/N: Celebrating a whole year of being on ! Hurrah for this site… lol. Joined Nov 10, 2003. Can't get any updates up, so… decided to post this early instead of late. lol