17 • All Okay.
I'm a motherfucking train wreck
I don't wanna be too much
But I don't wanna miss your touch
I chuckled softly as I watch Sunny dance around the kitchen goofily. I smooth the batter out in the pan and shove it in the oven, turning so my back faces the counter.
I wipe my hands with a dish towel, a gentle smile on my lips. She turns to me, one hand out to me, the other being used as a mic.
You ain't my boyfriend
And I ain't your girlfriend
And ain't that the truth? She takes my hand pulling me around with her until I join in on her dancing.
The song finishes and she grins at me, her face flushed, breathing hard. She leans down kisses me, softly. When she pulls away she spins around, heading for the counter.
She sits on one of the island chairs and I move to start cleaning up. "Moon?" I pause, her voice is soft, almost scared.
"Yeah, Sun?" I keep cleaning "what are we doing?" I pause again, my mind muddled. "We're sitting in the kitchen" I reply.
She sighs "you know what I mean" do I? What are we doing? I don't know. All I know is we probably shouldn't be doing it. But we are. Will we stop? I don't know. Is this going to ruin us? No. Never.
So I turn to her and smile "whatever we want to do, Sun" she smiles back at me then and nods. "Whatever we want to do" she repeats. I nod and turn back to the sink.
I finish washing the dishes. Long arms wrap around me. I turn to put my arm around her shoulders.
She looks up at me, her hair unruly but her eyes bright and I find myself falling deeper. This is bad. And yet I can't seem to care.
The outside world is the farthest thing from my mind. I can't focus on anything but her. It's unreal. Seven years of hopelessly pining after her. I almost convince myself this is a dream until she kisses me again and I realize this feels to real to be a dream.
My hands cup her face gently. My head's a mess. My heart's beating a mile a minute. But her hands keep me grounded. We pull away, breathless and I think my cheeks hurt from smiling but I can't process anything but her hands on my back and how beautiful she looks.
What are we doing? I don't know. And right now I don't particularly care.
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Chasing Sunshine
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