SAM
"I have something for you," I told Emma.
Her back was turned, the damp air rushing through her waving hair.
The ocean behind her was rumpled with waves washing away the shore.
The sand appeared clean and peaceful until a sudden billow of water violated its calm.
Endless, the cycle repeated.
"Mhm?" she shifted and faced me. She had this adorable awaiting look on her face. "What is it?"
Her green eyes caught the sun and became grey.
Almost as if they were a bottomless pit of nothing, I imagined falling into them. I would fall, and keep falling forever.
Maybe, I wondered, they would take me to some kind of magical land, like Narnia or Wonderland.
I reached for my bag and took out the tiny box of butterfly pins I bought for her yesterday.
I was in the shopping, picking up a dress for my mom, and found them on a stand.
The moment I posed my eyes on them, I pictured them laced on Emma's hair. The image was grateful.
I showed them to her.
"Baby, these are beautiful," she voiced with a wide, adorable smile.
"I know. That's why I bought them."
She laughed.
And suddenly, I knew.
The thing is I could feel myself falling for her.
Like Alice going down the rabbit hole. No way to escape her fate, and no knowledge about where she was going.
But the second her laugh echoed in my ears, like the sweetest sound to ever exist, I wasn't falling anymore. I was standing in front of those doors, and looking around for that little bottle that would allow me to walk through the right one.
"Here, let me," I said.
She turned around and accommodated her hair for me. I gently pinned the butterflies.
Then, I carefully swiped her hair to the side and lingered my lips on her collarbone.
She grabbed my hair and sighed with delight.
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"Just Friends"
Teen FictionThey've been friends since forever. The best friends. The kind that laughs together, even after the teacher told them to stop. That stay home just to watch TV together. The type of friends that pretend to be dating even though they're just friends. ...
