His lips touch mine. I'm flustered, the rain is cold but his arms that are shuffling near mine warm me up. He tucks my hair behind my ear, a habit I do whenever I see him. It brings out my face shape. His sweater is wrapped around him. I shiver. Suddenly, the sweater isn't wrapped around him, the polyester is covering my tank top, and my belt. He looks around.
"Y-you," I stutter and take a breath, "you and Heather?" I'm shaking still and the warmth is slipping away ever so slightly. Heather is the prettiest girl I've seen. That's coming from a gay man. She has the perfect blonde hair, blue green eyes that glimmer at the right angle and she's just, nice.
"Me and Heather? Why don't we talk about me," he pauses and I think he's just played me, "and you." he winks his arms are now slightly above my hips and his face is looking up at the rain. "This sweater looks good on you, keep it." he grins as we run to shelter. A wish I were Heather is scribbled out. The side of my notebook is now black. The ink is bleeding and dripping down. I write 'I am not Heather, I am me and he's chosen me. I wish it stays this way.' I smile as I lay in the sleepy body of him.
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Short stories about songs! 💘
FanfictionEach part is a separate short story that are based on songs!! All credits to the artists and the team behind the songs that I use! The writing is my original work but I wouldn't have been able to do it without the songs so please give them a listen...
