secrets

first look

*i had just moved back from Iceland for a year so i could try and help with your grief as now my best friend had now been gone for a year i had come back and people were acting like it was a celebration her "one year" of what? being dead well i mean nobody knows if she's actually dead or just missing but i have a feeling, i was sat at a bar wallowing in my greif and yet again another poster it was like she's gone but everywhere i sit there and stare at my old friends poster "would now be 16" really i think are your serious would now be we don't even know if she's dead and then i hear a voice near me*

"you okay down there" a man with gorgeous brown curly hair you is sat 2 seats away and he smiles lightly

"yea i'm okay i'm just very get lagged i've just got back from europe." i say

he looks at me intriguingly "where in europe?"

"iceland"

"oh right" he says "i spent some time in  Amsterdam it's a beautiful city."

"so do you go to holis?" i asked i mean i wast too sure how old he was but it couldn't have been too bad right?

"yea i just graduated and i'm starting my first teaching job soon."

"what's your major" he asks

i say "well i am leaning towards english but i'm not sure"

"that's what i'm teaching" he smiled at me

"oh yea and well i write too.. but that mostly personal nothing that's really going public at least not yet." i say

*he looks at me admiring me* "i'm impressed."

i look confused "why?"

he looks into my eyes "well i tried writing" *he get off his seat and moves next to me "i tried it i didn't get very far although your luck you write personally it's pure passion not forced."

*his eyes light up with an idea* "maybe i could read what you've wrote  in the future"

*i feel surprised that somebody was interested in me like that his eye contact was impeccable not a single glance away*

"you would really want to ?" i ask questioning

"yea your smart you have traveled  our got great interests especially with your major i would like to know more about you."he says looking into my eyes

"yeah?"

"yea"

"i would like to know more about you aswell."

*he looks into my eyes and leans closer to me and our lips connect passionately his hand on the back of my neck and his other hand on my waist i grabbed the back of his hair running my hair through it then he stood up me with him and leaned me up on bar table still kissing me when*

*ring ring*

*i pull away and grab my phone* "oh hi mom yea i'm on my way home."

*i run out the bar forgetting i left him there and i open the front door*

"hi mom i'm just going to go to sleep i'm well tired love you."

"okay sweetie good night love you."

*i run up the stairs all i can think about his lips on mine i get into pyjamas and into bed i stare at the ceiling will o ever see him again? and i fall asleep*