This is inspired by my short story Perfect. It's somewhat similar to it, and it can't exactly be considered a "spin-off," because this has different characters and it's not really related to Perfect..Ugh, it's hard to explain. But anyway, this one's not a short story. :D
I've already had some of its chapters written, saved on my computer.
Enjoy!
I still remember how I met you, how our friendship had begun.
I was lying sprawled on my back, clutching the grass beneath me, rough and stale from not being watered for quite some time, but I guess that was okay with me, because I didn’t want my clothes wet anyway. I stared up at the purplish coloured sky, purplish, like a bruise, but minus the awful sensation of scraping your knees, or falling down from your bike, or getting punched.
I flipped over to my side and closed my eyes. Steady breaths. Breathe in, breathe out. I welcomed the wind kissing up and down my arm, giving me love bites in the form of Goosebumps, licking the exposed part of my stomach, creasing me slowly. I breathed it in. Breathe in, breathe out. No guy would ever touch me the way the wind does, I had thought back then.
“Excuse me, miss?” You had said, waking me up and interrupting the best sleep I had in ages.
You had such a sweet voice. It was so husky and manly, but sweet and velvety at the same time. I peeked open one eye. I wanted to see if you were as beautiful as your voice, if your hair was as velvety and silky as the tone of your voice, I wanted to see you.
“Yes?” I had asked, quite impressed with myself for not stuttering. I was---am still, actually---quite nervous around boys in general, but cute boys? Well, they’d be the death of me. And you? Well you surpassed cute. So, you could see why I reacted the way I did. All sweaty hands and nervous and barely not stuttering a three-letter word.
I had wondered what a beyond cute boy would be doing on my front porch; talking to a lady who was seconds ago sleeping on a patch of stale grass, shirt hiked up. “Well, miss, I found your dog lollygagging around the neighbourhood.” And only then did I notice, Natalie, my dog, with you. Natalie seemed happy to be in your hands, well….Someone’s got a crush—I meant, Natalie! Not me, okay.
Okay, so maybe….I had taken a liking to you then, also.
Okay, I’m lying, I’m belittling my feelings for you then, the truth is I fancied you.
The truth is, since that day, I had a sumo wrestler –sized crush on you.
YOU ARE READING
Flaw
Teen FictionThe definition of perfect in the dictionary is, “entirely without any flaws, defects, or shortcomings.” So I am still in awe at how you could have so many flaws, so many little errors, but still be so breathtakingly perfect. Life couldn’t tell you t...