Running

You were always running. Or at least it seemed that way. I caught you off guard so many times, and you'd whisper something magical in my ear. I never understood it, but I think that I do now. You were scared, so you were running, I was like that at one time too. I ran away with my music in hand, it was my salvation from the world, high school, and kids like you. You were running from your Dad, basketball and expectations, I understand that about you so much.

Now you're sitting across from me in some rundown fast food joint and I want to say something too you, but I can't. you ran away, and you ran far. Your Dad and Gabby both called me asking where you went, but I didn't know. So I got in my own car and went in search of you, and I found you. The moment I saw your face in the booth I thought it was fate that I ran into you, but you didn't seem all that surprised that I found you. "Why did you come Kels?" You ask me and I look over at you, and automatically I'm thrown into a different world. The one where we started to be friends.

It was our junior year of high school and we started to talk, we did do that musical together after all, and we became friends somewhere along the line. I thought that I could get to know you really well, and I guess I did. I knew you were here. "I don't know. I just came here." I tell you truthfully and you nod your head, spilling your brown hair all over your face. "Let's get back." I say and you look over at me and your eyes grow serious. The look I've seen plently of times.

"No." You simply answer and I shrug my shoulders at you.

"Why Troy?" I ask you and now it's your turn to shrug your shoulders.

"I don't want to go back and face him." You answer and I know what you're talking about, your Dad, it's been a subject of our friendship for a really long time now.

"Just tell him you don't want to do basketball anymore. He'll get over it." I tell you, hoping you'll finally take my advice and get it all done with.

"It's hard." You tell me and I nod my head at you again.

"I know. But I'm here…I always will be." I tell you and you smile at me, I think it's the most real smile I've seen on your face for sometime.

"Thanks Kels." You respond and I smile back at you.

"I'll be here for you whatever you need Troy." I tell you and you lean forward, closer to me in the booth.

"I've always liked you Kesli." You tell me and I feel my heart flutter against my chest.

"Yeah?" I ask and you respond by lifting your hand up and lightly touching my hair, that's now an inch below my shoulders.

"Yeah, I've wanted to ask you out for like three months now." You say and I smile at you from behind my glasses, those are words I've wanted to hear for a long time now.

"Why didn't you?" I ask you and you shrug your shoulders and you pull your hand away from my face.

"I don't know." You reply.

I smile over at you and I hope that I can help you, because you've always meant something to me. At first you were the star basketball player, then you were my lead, then my friend, and now whatever we are. And you always were there with me. "Well I say yes." I tell you and you smile.

"Thanks Kesli, you're amazing." You say and you lean close to my face, so I can smell that rootbeer that you drank ten minutes ago. I close my eyes lightly and feel as you lean closer to me and lightly touch my lips. I touch yours back and we kiss each other. We move our lips together and apart in one motion, like we were born to do nothing but kiss each other. You run your tongue through my mouth and I do the same to yours, and I never felt more at home then when I was sitting with you in that moldy booth miles from home. s