Wild
Song: Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.) (PS- the edition without the cussing. :))
Ella
I'm not one to feel crazy, but now's an exception. Iggy, the pale, silent, blind group in my half-sister's Flock, is holding me so close that I can feel his heart beating beneath his gray t-shirt. He's breathing heavily. Now, this may not seem extraordinary until the next sentence. We're flying 100 feet in the air. His darkish wings are lifting and falling to keep us afloat. The ground looks so very far away.
Iggy is studying me with his milky blue eyes. He runs a hand not holding me to him across my face, and a slight smile plays across his lips.
"What?" I ask, my own hand flying to my cheek; my skin is still buzzing from his touch.
"Nothing. You're just so beautiful." he answers, causing me to blush. Since his hand is resting on my chin, he feels my blush and smiles a little bit more. I'm not sure how to reply. But I don't have to, he does it for me. He kisses me gently and slowly, and I return it with every ounce of my adrenaline-filled senses. He pulls back and drops us until we're on the ground, holding hands. This is truly more perfect than anything I've ever experienced; I think to myself. All of the sudden, his hand is on my nose and he chuckles.
"What is it this time, Iggy?" I ask defensivly. He kisses me on the cheek.
"Just wanted to hear you say my name, Wild Girl." he teases.
In fact, I've never felt closer to wildness than now, holding the pale hand of my mutant crush.
Things could be worse.