The Air Between Us • NH

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Marley: where the fudge cakes are you!?

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Grier: Im getting something out of my locker. 

Marley: sex toys XD

Grier: what the fxck!? no!

Marley: oh shitters, that wasnt for you hahahah fxck! XD

Grier: I dont even wanna know... maybe later but rn Im having second thoughts on our friendship

Grier: ur cheating on me, arent you?

Marley: I would never! 

Marley: that was for Lima hahaha

Marley: Liam* XD lol Lima

Grier: anyways... see you in a bit.

Marley: nonsense I'll come to you.

Grier: kk

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Song: Shakira - Broken Record

I've told you seven hundred times, I don't need to keep looking, my search is done.

She walked up the stairs, the second level to get to her locker. A lipstick heart in red made by the lovely Marley Davis one afternoon that has yet to come off. And no ones told her to take it off. So it has stayed. "Twenty two, three, fifteen-no, twelve-fxck." She always forgot the last number of her combination, here she was once again, thinking hard. "Thirteen!" She spun the lock and it hit thirteen; pressing it down lightly, tugging down on it as it worked. She smiled and pulled the locker open. 

She stepped back as red rose petals fell from her locker, covering her high tops. She gasped, jaw dropped at the flower petals all around her. "What the hell." Looking up into her locker, the inside of the door caught her attention. A yellow rose stuck to it, a note dangling from said rose. She pulled the rose off and read the note.

Dear Mouse,

Would you do me the pleasure of going to prom with me? I hope you say yes. Meet me in the clouds :)

Yours, Ducky.

P.S. Remember this is my senior year, last school dance ever! You better say yes or this is gonna be super embarrassing. LOVE YOU!

         "What happened!? Did your locker throw up?" Grier turned around to find Marley gawking at the flower petals at her feet. "Yes, that's exactly what happened." She smiled, closing up the note and placing it in her bag, the yellow rose held tightly at the stem. Grabbing her book, she closed the locker. "What!?" Once again Marley spoke, her hands in the air, palms up. Grier looked from the flower petals to her best friend. "He ask me to prom..." it came out quiet, humbled, slightly awed by the way he asked her. She was being attacked by butterflies from the inside. Her body became warmer the more she thought how incredibly sweet his gesture was. "That romantic bxstard," she huffed. 

They stood there a moment, Grier bit her lip, the blush of her cheeks apparent. Grier jumped as the bell rang, signaling that fifth period was starting and she needed to head to study hall. She definitely was not going. Students rushed out of their classes, some coming from lunch. They looked at the show around Grier's feet. She felt that her timidness could not get any worse, but that moment, she embodied the word shy. 

Her feet moved before her mind could even catch up, and for that she was thankful. "Wait, where are you going?" A smile plastered on Grier's face as she stared at Marley. "I-I have to go give him my answer," mouth agape, head shaking, her best friend simply nodded, "o-okay." 

She looked back at her locker, the people around it smiled, girls awed at the sentiment. They wanted that, she got it without asking. She didn't want things, didn't need things, yet, he made things happen for her. Did all these things for her. She was beyond captivated by his actions. Her thoughts became stronger, to the point she began running. She was running to him. Why not. Giggling at the thought.

 Meet me in the clouds :)

Like a broken record it played itself back in her mind. 

Breathing hard, she finally made it to the stadium; an uphill sprint and all around the track, to the point where he sat. She hadn't done this much exercise in a while, not even in phys. ed. To top it all off, he sat right at the top, not the middle, the top. "Fxck me..." 

        "It's a no!" she screamed up at him, hopefully he'd hear her. "What was that!?" She bent over, exhaling, "it's a no!" He shook his head, arms in the air, "I can't hear you!" Pursing her lips, she started up the steps. "Fxckin' bleachers," she mumbled to herself. Half-way up she yelled once again, "IT'S A NO." He was smiling, he knew what she was saying, what a dxck. "It's a yes," "No, its a- I need to catch my breath, I may die." Sitting, her body hunching over and trying for air. "So...?" Her finger went up as he cocked his head back and laughed. "I could give you mouth to mouth, Love." "Kiss my ass." He continued to chuckle, his arms wrapping around her tiny frame. "I'm quite a hands on type of lad," as he said those words he kissed her cheek, down to her neck, and back up. Meeting her lips, pressing his to hers, she gasped. "It's a yes!" 

Embracing each other, they breathed deeply, "no need to shout, Love," he giggled, placing another soft kiss to her forehead. "I hate you," staring into her eyes, "love you too, Grier."

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They walked back into the halls of the school, she held his hand in hers. The feeling of his hand wrapping around her tiny fingers, she loved that feeling, that connection. The simplest thing to do with someone you loved, it being holding hands; kissing was on its own level, then was hugging. Sex, that was something you had to grow closer for.

In Grier's mind, she needed to know his ins and outs. The movements of his body, the same body that spoke a beautiful, yet different language as her own. She needed to be fluent, repeating after him in a way; he too had to learn the accents, the sounds, the way her body flowed along his. 

        "Did you like it, really?" She nodded, her hand squeezing his, a reassurance. "Loved it. Very romantic." They stood outside her next class, his body covering her as her back pressed into the locker. He towered over her, a few inches taller (not much) still she felt his body act like a shield on numerous occasions. His fingers played with a loose strand of her hair before tucking it back behind her ear. She stared at his lips, wanting to kiss him. She hesitated, a sigh escaping her pink lips. He did her a favor, kissed her... lingering on her soft lips. His thumb on her cheek, soothing. "Baby..." he cooed. He kissed her cheeks, slowly and softly. Her hands on his waist, squeezing as tight as she could. A slight whimper could be heard only by her. Eyes tight, locked away, trying to feel the emotions that poured out from that kiss. They hit like a wave down her throat and into her stomach, butterflies fluttering around her heart.

She opened her eyes to find him staring at her. His blue eyes dancing with joy at the way he could make her melt. He wasn't arrogant about such a thing, but did enjoy reminding her that he was the black coffee and she was the sugar. 

She looked down, the yellow rose in his hands. He twirled it between his fingers, placing it on her lips. She kissed the petals. He exhaled, "I'll see you later, baby." She shied away, whispered back, "okay, Ducky." He kissed her on the cheek one last time, handing her the rose and walked away. 

She giggled lightly, "sweet Jesus!"