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Post by syeira on Jun 2, 2009 20:14:06 GMT -7
'Ow, ow, ow... Fuck!' I thought, muttering mentally. I was in the first pair of high heels I'd worn in three years, and they were easily three inches. God damned graduation. Dressing up all fancy for no damned reason, just to recieve a diploma. The cheap white polyester grad gown rustled as I bolted for the car, an expensive yellow Porsche. I took off the ugly sheet, and tossed it into the car, revealing a slim black dress underneath that had several rhinestones and frills. It was elegant and went to my ankles, where the cute-but-agonizing heels smugly continued. I quickly touched up my makeup, and primped my long blond hair.
"Hey, Simone, you coming?" Called my friend, Sam. I was slightly jealous of her, since she got to walk down the aisle in the beginning and end of graduation with the guy I liked. That was why I was so worried. I planned to confess to him I liked him at the dance, which was just beginning. Applying some more cherry-red non-smudge lipstick, I covered it with a clear, paling lip gloss. I ran a black plastic comb through my hair and then put away my kit, and hobbled over to my friend, saving the sashaying for the actual dance.
Sam, Brianna and Veronica waited at the door, then they all opened it and we flaunted in, letting a few of the guys to stare. I marched into the dimly lit gymnasium, letting the strobelights flash and disorient me for a moment. I scanned the crowd, glanced at my friends for support. They all smiled reassuringly. I cleared my throat, and pinpointed Zack -- the guy I liked. I thought he liked me too, but I wasn't sure. I'd asked him -- not only are we crushes, but BFFs too -- who he liked, and he'd always said 'Nicole' or 'Alexus'. But tonight was different. In my heels, I was around the same height as him, maybe a tad shorter. Walking over to him, I watched his eyes as they scanned me appreciatively.
Zack wasn't exactly the most attractive guy out there. He was actually kind of geeky -- but I didn't care. To me, he was beautiful. In my mind, I always referred to him as 'mine' or 'mai dobu', which meant 'my dove' in Japanese. "Hey Zack. Can we talk?" I asked quietly. He nodded, and followed me into an empty classroom a little ways away from the gym, and the people. I looked down, fiddling with my thumbs. Then I looked up, into his eyes.
"Okay, I'm not sure how to say this, but, uh... I-I really, really... l-like...--" I was cut off when he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. I carefully placed my hands on his chest, and let his arms slip around my waist and pull me close. He released our liplock, and leaned his forehead against mine. "I feel the same. I love you, Simone. You have no idea how long I've waited for that..."
"Four years." I said softly.
"Come again?" He stared at me in amazement and bewilderment.
"You've waited four years - ever since we first became friends. Me too." At this, him pulled me close again, and laid an adoring and passionate kiss on my parted lips. I sighed, melting into him.
And then I woke up, and pressed my fingers against my swollen lips. My face fell. Just a dream?
I strode into the dance alongside my friends, and pinpointed Zack. I approached him, and we went inside an empty classroom. He watched me intently and slightly desperately as I tried to explain myself.
"Okay, I'm not sure how to say this, but, uh... I-I really, really... l-like...--"
And then he kissed me. [/size] |
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