Hey everyone! Here's another flash about being young and crushing on guys. The prompt was a handful of guys checking under the hood of a car.
Thank you kitchmill for all your help!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, nope nope nope.
The Cullens down the block were my obsession. They were three cousins, all close in age, that lived in the same house on my street.
The smile they all inherited never failed to make my knees weak and my stomach churn in a delicious way. It didn't hurt that they were heart-pounding gorgeous.
If only I could get their attention.
But, they didn't notice me when I would walk past them, their heads bent beneath a car, their hands covered in grease. Most girls would be disgusted by those greasy fingers, but not me. No. By the light of the moonlight I would pretend my fingers were one of theirs as they ghosted across my skin until they reached the spot I so desperately needed them.
Most girls would be ashamed about their late night explorations. But again, not me. No. Because I knew I would get one of those Cullen boys to marry me, I just had to be patient.
Checking my appearance in the mirror, I applied my red lipstick and prepared myself to walk down the block again.
Today was the day I would get one of them to notice me. And I was hoping it was the bronze-haired angel.