So...again, I am here, updating for my best-er-est amazing friend. Love you hun :)
*Warning: Cliche*
Enjoy!
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When Jeff had pulled into the beach parking lot, I was a little surprised. We got out of the car, (may I mention that it was a little bit creepy to be in the same car that hit you. I doubt you know the feeling) and Jeff placed his hands over my eyes. 'Can't get any more cliche than this.' I thought, as I attempted to swat his hands away.
The attempt failed miserably and he chuckled in my ear, "Just trust me, okay?"
I sighed dramatically, but nodded.
We walked a couple steps until the warm sand hit my feet and I bent down to take off my flip flops, Jeff's hands still covering my eyes.
I heard a fast intake of breath behind me as Jeff muttered, "D*mn."
'My butt? Really Jeff, not impressed.' I thought.
I straightened up quickly and I lost balance and start to fall, causing Jeff's hands to slip off my eyes and fall to my sides, catching me in sort of a dip position. I attempted to get up into a standing position on my own, but Jeff held me in the awkward position. I avoided his eyes but when he was still holding me, after what felt like at least an hour, I looked him in the eye.
What I saw was nerve-wrecking. His eyes portrait such deep and clear emotions; guilt, want, need, sadness. I guess I got a little bit lost in those blue orbs. You could definitely say that I was a sucker for eyes.
Our little 'moment' thing was interrupted by a group of kids running past us, screaming and laughing. My attention snapped to them, and I saw where they were headed, and my eyes widened. There were clowns, balloons, popcorn, cotton candy, peanuts, and huge tents, set up right here on the beach.I looked from the scene in front of me, back up to Jeff. He smiled at me and nodded. My eyes widened. The circus, really? I grinned. I had read a little bit about them but had never been to one. I laughed. And here I thought it couldn't get much more cliche....I was proven wrong by this boy. Again.
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So how was that? I feel like its been FOREVER since I updated, but it really hasn't been. I will try to update on Sunday, if I can. Having divorced parents really sucks. Its not that I don't want them to be divorced, I do. But having to go to dad's house is what really sucks...but yet again, its the only way I can update. (thank god for Wattpad)
Anyways, enough about boring little me and my life. Hope anyone reading enjoyed the chapter, (forgive me for it being soooo short :( )
So...comment, fan, follow, vote, whatever :)
Later,
Lila
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