Caramel and Cocoa
I grab her by the arm and pull her down the stairs, hiding by the lockers under them. "Take off your mask," I let out breathlessly, grabbing at my own.
"Why?" Questions run behind her eyes, but she reaches up to grasp it anyway.
"Because," I pant, "I want to kiss you." I take a step closer and lean into her our lips connecting briefly. I feel goosebumps raise all along my arms, though I know it isn't from the cold. I pull back, giving her a chance to leave, but she follows me, meeting my lips again. This time, I let myself become consumed by my instinct. A hand reaches up to her cheek. The other finds the small of her back. I turn her around, pushing her back up against the lockers. Her hands wander, one settling on my waist, and the other landing in my hair.
I groan and turn myself over in my bed. Why is this the first thing I think of when I'm trying to sleep?! It can be quite annoying to be in love. Knowing I won't get any sleep like this, I get up and turn on my lights. I find my way to my dimly lit desk, pull out a pen, and begin to write.
Her hair brushes across her shoulder
Her eyes dart between the teacher and her page
Her hand furiously scribbles notes
And my eyes are trained on her.
Her back muscles ripple.
Her shoulders raise.
Her fingers flick up and down.
Swiftly moving her pen across the paper.
My hand is tapping.
My heart is racing.
I am frozen on the outside,
But on the inside,
I am dancing.
She is perfect the way she is.
Her hair curling messily.
Her undercut just visible with her hair pulled back.
My inner smile as she brushes a strand of hair out of her face.
Her freckles sprinkled sparsely across her face,
Faded, so that you have to look closely to even tell they're there,
Make my heart jump inside my chest.
Her eyes, a perfect mix of caramel and cocoa,
Something so sweet it's intoxicating,
Makes the breath in my lungs swirl.
Her nose gorgeously pointed up at the end
In the most adorable way.
And her lips,
Perfectly shaped to fit with mine.
Moving against them smoothly in my head.
These things I know,
The same way I know,
That she will never know them herself.
Because no matter what I want,
Above all,
I want her to be happy.
And that means keeping as is,
Me,
And her.
Best friends.
That's how it's supposed to be…
Right?
Satisfied, I lean back and stretch my arms. "That's my emotional dump for the evening!"
I turn off my light, push back my chair, and drag my feet over to my bed. Plopping myself down, I pull my blanket over myself and curl up on my side, my knees tucked up to my chest. Closing my eyes, I allow myself to fall into whatever my mind pleases...
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My hand rests on her waist, and I let my fingers tease her skin, dipping below her waistband and gliding along her hip bone. I feel goosebumps rise across her skin, and I pull her closer to me. I glance down at her and smirk at the pinkness spreading across her cheeks. God I love this girl.
My eyes snap open and suddenly I'm back in my room, sitting up in bed. She's not here. That didn't happen. But oh my god I thought it. It was a cohesive, coherent thought in my head. I throw myself back on my pillows and let out an aggravated huff. How the hell am I supposed to sleep now?
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I feel for my phone and open my eyes to shut off the obnoxious alarm - and groan internally as I remember the details of last night's dream. And the one after that! I bury my head in the pillow. I just want to melt into the floor. And no one even knows about it! God what would people think!
Slowly, I pull myself up. No one even knows, I reassure myself. How would they? It's not like my dreams are streamed to some big screen. What a nightmare that would be! I laugh internally at my own joke.
What a piece of work you are, Ava.
Now, what to wear today?
I dab on my black lipstick and lean back to look at myself. Wow. Who would want to date this crazy lady? I think, and immediately I hear Naomi's voice in my head. "I would, you badass bitch." I laugh at my thought of her and take in my look.
My buckle laden combat boots lead right to my ripped black denim shorts with a chain draped around my hip. Paired with my cutout Johnny Cash shirt, fishnet gloves, and a few handmade accessories - AKA my safety pin earrings and choker, as well as my signature chain ring - and my smokey eyes and black lip, I really do look quite badass bitchy, if I do say so myself.
I sigh, knowing I'm not even going anywhere, and settle in for a day of work.
Around noon, I realize I never checked when my lunches were. Or my friends! We had an 8 day schedule and two lunches each day, so we had to have lunch together at some point. I just needed to figure out when. Quickly, I make a group chat with all of us in Group A and send a text asking for their lunch schedules. Then I check and write out mine, and wait...