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Lost In You...episode 3 by Adebayomolara(f): 11:22am On Sep 02, 2014 |
It was a kiss unlike any other. A kiss to end it all. “Four!” My ears registered the sounds of music and voices, my mind filled with a sudden sense of urgency. “Three!” I pulled back. Tremors tumbled through my fingers and traveled up my shoulders. My breaths came out in short huffs, my chest heaving up and down. I shuffled back by a few steps, inching away from him. He grabbed my wrist. “Wait.” I didn’t wait. I couldn’t. Wrenching my arm free, I slipped through the crowd. The night erupted in a discordance of noise. Fireworks soared into the sky, little flecks of light that sparkled in a plethora of colors. They transformed into shapes of stars and planets, hearts and smileys, flowers and fronds. It was a beautiful display, one that left me dazzled. When the lamp posts flickered on, I scanned the throng. A sea of familiar faces. Old Mrs. Patrick shaking her hips and swinging her cane in a semicircle, the Hawkins twins blowing up balloons, sniggering at the poor girl they pranked, and Peter Dalton throwing his hands in the air, dancing to the beat of the music. A feminine yelp sounded behind me, a sound I easily recognized. A moment later, something—or rather someone—collided with my back, throwing me on the ground. “Happy New Year, Megs!” Naomi ruffled my hair. I groaned. She had picked up a few bad habits from Aiden. I tried to crawl away but she tickled me until I felt tears stinging my eyes. My ribs shook with deep laughter and I writhed like a little girl. Rolling on the grass, I managed to get away from her grasp. “Don’t call me that,” I said once I had calmed down. “What, Megs? Meggie? Meggers? Megawatts?” I pursed my lips. “Meggy-poo?” That did it. Frowning, I pinched her arm. She swiped my fingers away and grinned. I couldn't keep up my scowl. Together, we laughed at our silly antics. We laid on the grass in silence, watching the fireworks transform the sky into a work of art—a collage of vibrant colors and twisted shapes. Tonight, I had kissed Aiden Rowe. And tonight, I would forget that moment. |
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