Never Letting Go

Questions Asked

Darci P.O.V

I wake up in my bed, still wearing my clothes that are covered in flour from yesterday. I go to the bathroom and start brushing my teeth furiously, and then Kyle walks in.

“Get dressed in something nice we are going out for lunch.” I pull the tooth brush from my mouth, “Why?” I ask, trying not to spit toothpaste everywhere.

“Because it’s a special occasion. Now remember, wear something nice.” Kyle walks back down the hallway.

 I finish brushing my teeth and I go stand in front of my open wardrobe doors staring at my clothes, I run my fingers over my red skinny jeans. “I wish I could wear you.” I frown, I move towards my denim skinny jeans and a white singlet and mixed pastel coloured plaid over top and a black high waisted belt and black strappy sandals. I run a hairbrush quickly through my hair and throw on a plain black head band; I grab my old leather satchel bag and walk down the hallway.

“Kyle! I’m ready!”  I yell, waiting in the lounge for him. He comes out from his room wearing a dark pair of formal jeans and a grey and dark green striped top. He grabs my hand and a picnic basket, “Come on, let’s go.” He smiles excitedly.

“Kyle Giff, wear on earth are we going?” he smiles smugly and shakes his head, we have been driving for twenty minutes on an old dirt road and I have no idea where we are going. We finally pull over by and old corrugated iron shed.

“Getting out?” Kyle asks, going to the back of the car to get out the picnic basket. I step out and take my shoes off and leaving them in the car. We lay out the old red and blue blanket in a small flattened down patch of grass.

Ham, bread, butter, coleslaw, fruit salad, cupcakes, strawberries, chocolate, scones, jams and cream are all laid out in front of me. “Are you trying to get me fat? This all looks so good!” Kyle smiles and starts to assemble a sandwich, I grab a fork and start munching on the fruit salad.

After Kyle and I had pigged out on the food from the basket, Kyle starts to feed me strawberries. Let’s just say it didn’t go to well because I ended up choking. I rest my head on Kyle’s stomach, “I am so full! I knew it was your plan to get me fat.”

Kyle starts chuckling, making a deep rumbling sound come from his stomach. Kyle reaches over for the last strawberry just as I grab it out of his hands; I stand up and run about 5 meters away. “Come on, you have to work to earn this strawberry.” I smirk. The edge of Kyle’s lips turn up, “Challenge accepted.”

I run across the field, trying to avoid being cornered, Kyle’s long legs giving him an advantage. I stand out in the middle of the small field looking for Kyle; somehow he has managed to disappear. I walk cautiously over to the little iron shed.

I open the creaky door and step inside; I wait for the door to slam behind me, like they do in the horror movie.

I walk to the back of the shed to find a bunch of shelves, empty apart from a few cans and the dust that coats everything. Suddenly a pair of strong tan arms wrap around my waist, “Do I get the strawberry now?” he whispers, almost sounding like a small child.

I giggle and pass the strawberry over my shoulder. He takes the strawberry in his mouth and pulls me outside. We lay back down on the blanket, letting the sun warm our skin. Kyle lays next to me, propped up on his elbow, twirling my hair around his finger.

“I love you.” He mumbles.

I sit up and stare him in the eyes. “I love you more.” I smirk. He pulls me down on top of him and starts planting lots of kisses across my cheeks, the last one landing on my nose.