Waiting. She was waiting for him. A thousand questions running through her head. What if he doesnt come? What if she's just one of the boys for him? what if?
She got up from the bench. He had now made her wait for more than 10mins. She was pretty convinced he wasn't going to show up. She started walking away. The summer breeze blew against her face. It made her hair hit her face over and over again. It was a bad day to keep them open she thought to herself. She looked up, it was a sunny afternoon. the sun kissed her skin warmly. Oh, how she loved summer.
"Hey there"
She was startled. "you came" She said. He chuckled. Her heart skipped a beat. His hair was ruffled carelessly. Falling against his face at all the right places. She noticed how his guitar pick was poking out of his jeans. His shirt screamed "Pink Floyd" at her. She loved how hippie he was.
"Of course i did. Why would I ditch a pretty girl like you?" He beamed. She smiled back with a blush.
He took a pack of Marlboros out of his pocket "You don't mind, do you?" he asked. She shook her head. She wouldn't mind anything he did. He was perfect. Sometimes, his perfection scared her. He took a drag. Neither of them said anything. She liked being around him. Just being with him made her feel all tingly inside. She turned to look at him. He was gorgeous. He hadn't shaved in some time now. His eyes were broody. She wondered if he ever thought about her. He grinned at her "what're you looking at?" He had a boyish grin. You could almost see his eyes light up. They rolled back as he laughed at her. "Nothing" She said and looked away.
"Hey. look at me" he said and she did. He dropped his cigarette and crushed it under his nike's. Then he grabbed her face and kissed her lips softly. He tasted like cigarettes and coke.
"whaa-what was that for?" she asked with a confused look when he let her go. "because" he said with another one of his adorable boyish grins "I love it when you look at me like that"
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