Holding the coin, now devoid of the mans blood and stomach contents, Bill spins it through his finger tips.
"I do feel like i have seen this symbol before i just... i can't place my tongue on it." he says very seriously examining the strange T symbol on the mysterious coin closely.
"Finger.. you mean you can't place your finger on it." i say laughing, i know english is not his first language but i can't help but giggle at the mix up.
"Yes yes, American saying whatever, blah, blah." he rolls his eyes flicking his tongue at me reminding me of my toddler acting best friend. For the first time, i think of her with out the accompanying twinge of pain in my chest. Am i forgetting her? At least it would be easier for me to move on i guess, adjust to whatever one would call this lifestyle we are now forced to live. Shoving the coin in his pocket, he brings his body closer to mine brushing my hair out of my face so tenderly.
"I can tell when you think of her." he says whispering to me. I nod my head looking up at his big brown eyes staring down at my small stature. Pushing his forehead into mine he softly lets our lips touch while the others of the group gaze on. I can feel my undeniable feelings for him grow stronger and rise in my chest as we kiss. My heart beats for his touch, his smell, for him to just look at me. I crave him. I am infatuated with all that Bill is. I blush and eventually pull my attention from Bill but my eyes can't help but to immediately find Tom. He refuses to look in my general direction, avoiding me at all costs.
"We've been driving a while let's take a break. Maybe set up here for the night?" says Zeke rubbing his eyes exhausted from chasing white lines already. The rest of us nod heading towards the shopping mall to the right of us. The empty shops carry a sense of freedom, we can have anything we've ever wanted. Not being able to afford something is now a thing of the past, but our new found freedom doesn't seem to even vaguely interest us. All of our minds reminisce of the past, not even bothering with the materialistic items, we want the feeling of our old lives back.
Bill and i walk hand in hand down the long strip of sidewalk outside the shops, our eyes looking through the glass. I know i am falling for Bill, and i don't know how. I've never been the type of girl to fall quickly... or fall at all for that matter. My practicality makes loving someone new very difficult for me. I analyze every little thing about a person, leaving at any sign of a red flag. I can't tell if Bill just checks all of my metaphorical boxes i have contrived for myself over the years or i just don't give a damn about anything but being with him. I feel a connection so deep, so indescribable but i know it scares me. It's been about 3 days since i met Bill and i can sense myself giving into him. Which is strange to say because i don't think he is even trying, he is just simply being himself and for that i could not be more grateful.
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The Chosen.
FanficAfter a traumatic experience her senior year of high school and a very unsuccessful freshman year of college, June is determined to make her sophomore year the best one yet. Her eccentric and personable roommate Sloane pulls June from the comfort of...