Tara Larsson finds herself adrift after finishing high school, unsure of her future and drawn to the warmth of her best friend Nitra's home. There, she becomes entangled in a forbidden attraction to Nitra's sister's boyfriend, Michal Mrazik, a talen...
I woke up the next morning with thoughts of Tara running through my mind, especially after my confession to her yesterday. She was all I could think about, and I couldn't help but smile as I glanced at her picture on my phone. As I did, Dean caught me in the locker room and teased me.
"Five years later and that Stassie girl has you whipped." I quickly locked my phone, trying to play it off, but I knew Dean had a big mouth, and I didn't want him blabbing about me looking at another girl, instead of Stassie.
The guys laughed and joked around, unaware of the panic rising within me. I couldn't let them know about my feelings for Tara. So, when Scott invited us to Dana's 21st party and warned us to act normal, I nodded, trying to appear nonchalant. Stassie probably had already planned our outfits for the party, like she usually did. I shrugged, wondering if Tara would be there. I wanted to spend time with her already.
"Drinks on whoever finishes last," Dean says as soon as he slid into his pants.
"Well, count me out, I have plans today,"-"You're always with Stassie. Just tell her it's boys night today and come with us, we never see you lately," Dean said and Scott agreed.
"Maybe tomorrow," I said, much to their dismay and left. I texted Tara and hoped she would be free. She probably was at the Duncan's house.
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The cool afternoon air enveloped me as I stepped out of the car, my heart fluttering with anticipation. Tara's figure came into view, her effortless beauty captivating me as she made her way toward the car. She wore a simple yet elegant ensemble - a white t-shirt paired with a short black skirt, accentuated by long black heeled block boots and a black leather jacket. Her minimal makeup only added to her charm. The scent of her perfume filled the car, reminiscent of my mother's comforting candles.
"I've got a surprise for you," I said with a smile, knowing that she was going to love what I had in store for her.
As we drove towards the museum, her eyes sparkled with curiosity and wonder, her infectious enthusiasm filled the space. We drove for a while through the city and eventually when we made it around the corner, I could see the art gallery already. She squirmed once she realised where we were going.
"Stop, I actually have never been to this place," she said and we parked the car and made it inside.
Her knowledge and passion for art shone through as she explained the paintings, and even though I may not have grasped all the art jargon, her enthusiasm was contagious. Her genuine love for the arts was evident, and it warmed my heart to see her so happy.
"I brought you here because I've seen how much you love the arts," I explained, and her eyes lit up with delight as she took in the surroundings, her eyes danced with an effervescent fervor, her every gesture an ode to her profound love for art. Her animated explanations filled the air, infusing the gallery with a contagious energy that could not be contained. I stood beside her, enraptured not just by the artwork but by the sheer joy radiating from her. Her voice resonated with an ardent passion as she delved into the intricate details of the piece before us, her knowledge and love for art painting the scene with vivid colors. A chuckle escaped my lips as I marveled at the sheer delight that art brought to her, realizing in that moment how much I cherished the simple act of making her happy.
