The stars twinkled above me like a bunch of pissed-off fireflies as I sat on the front steps with Marie, still riding the high of our kiss. The world around us felt both distant and close, the sounds of laughter and music from inside the school blending into a gentle hum that barely registered in my mind. It was like we'd carved out our own little universe, a refuge away from the prom madness unfolding around us.
I leaned back, my heart racing, a wicked grin spreading across my lips as I replayed the kiss in my mind. Marie's lips had felt like magic against mine, and the way the world had melted away left me floating somewhere between exhilaration and sheer panic. Who knew a kiss could feel like skydiving—thrilling, terrifying, and absolutely fucking perfect?
Marie sat close beside me, her expression a mix of blissful disbelief and pure joy. Her cheeks were flushed under the soft glow of the lights illuminating the steps. The vibrant red of her dress shimmered against the night, like a beacon of everything I found beautiful in a world often littered with chaos. She was radiant—full of life, more captivating than any goddamn star in the sky.
"You okay?" she asked, breaking the silence, her voice soft and sweet but edged with concern. She turned to face me fully, her eyes searching mine as if she could decode my thoughts.
I met her gaze, my heart swelling with a mix of emotions that felt a little like a rollercoaster gone rogue. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just... didn't expect that," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. And when I say "didn't expect," I meant my heart was doing somersaults like it was auditioning for the Olympics.
Marie chuckled lightly, and that sound was like a warm shot of whiskey on a cold night. "Neither did I. But I'm really glad it happened," she said, and I couldn't help but laugh, feeling warmth seep through me like a cozy blanket after a long day.
"Me too," I replied, feeling a surge of courage. "I've wanted to kiss you for a while now, but I didn't know how to..." My voice trailed off, leaving my admission hanging in the air like a half-finished sentence. It was a vulnerability I was still learning to embrace, and the words tasted foreign on my tongue.
"Same here," Marie interjected, her eyes sparkling with understanding. "I kept thinking about how perfect tonight felt and how much I wanted to share it with you."
A comfortable silence settled between us, filled with that unspoken understanding we'd built over months. It was like I could feel my walls slowly crumbling, the protective shell I had built around my heart softening under Marie's unwavering support. She had this way of bringing out the best—and sometimes the most reckless—in me, encouraging me to let my guard down and just be.
After a moment, Marie took my hand, intertwining our fingers. The simple gesture sent a rush of warmth through me, a gentle reminder of the connection we shared. "You know, this is just the beginning, right?" she said, her voice steady and reassuring.
I nodded, the weight of her words settling in my heart. "Yeah, I hope so. I want to explore this... whatever this is." My voice trembled slightly at the thought of all the uncertainties ahead, but the excitement eclipsed the fear.
Marie smiled, a mix of excitement and tenderness shining in her eyes, as if she could sense the fragile hope growing inside me. "Me too. But let's take it slow, okay? I want us to figure this out together."
Relief washed over me at her suggestion. Taking things slow felt like the perfect antidote to my chaotic thoughts, and the prospect of unraveling the complexities of our connection one step at a time filled me with hope. "I'd like that," I said softly, my heart fluttering at the idea of what lay ahead.
The sound of the gym's music wafted through the air, reminding us of the celebration happening just inside. The thought of rejoining our peers momentarily overshadowed the magic of our intimate moment. "We should probably get back before they start wondering where we are," I suggested reluctantly, not wanting to break this perfect spell. The last thing I needed was rumors about me hiding behind the gym like some kind of freak.
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The Girl Who Was Supposed to Die (GirlXGirl)
Teen Fiction--- In the dead of night, Dylan stands on the edge of a bridge, her mind heavy with the pain she's carried for years. The world around her feels as distant and cold as the dark waters below-a mirror to the weight of her broken family and lingering s...
