I watched her with my chin placed in my palm and my elbows paced on the knees of my folded legs.
She's was wearing a pretty, blue, frilly dress with a matching bow on her head.
"So.. What are you afraid of?" She asked.
"Nothing" I said. My face slightly tilted away from her, head held high. "Boys are afraid of nothing."
"Well.. Don't be so sure. You might not be afraid. Yet."
What does that mean?
I ignore her comment and went back at looking at her as she was blowing more bubbles.
She blew many bubbles. Some big, some small, some were even joined together.
If she decided that she liked one, she would use the stick to push it higher and higher and after she got tired with it she would let the bubble float a Lille and then would poke the stick into it breaking the bubble.
I closed my eyes and turned my head to the direction of the breeze which gently blew across my face.
"BOO!!"
The perky voice made me jump on spot hurting my hand in the process since they were tucked below his thighs for the moment.
Laughter filled the air and even a small smile crept onto my lips
"And you said you weren't afraid of anything" she said
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Bubbles
Historia CortaHe saw her and that bottle of pink liquid. He saw her lips forming an O to blow the bubbles. He saw her long but cute fingers Poking those bubbles. Little did he know that he himself was indeed one of the bubbles and the fact that that girl sittin...
