Somehow our hands clasp together. Our fingers interlock. He stands bit taller than me, his light hair mussed from the care ride. It's sexy, I find myself reaching up to play with it when we sit in our booth at the restaurant.
"What are you doing?" He laughs. I flip all of it over to one side.
"Just trying out some different styles." I tease as I part it into a butt-cut. He reaches for my hair, pulling it into two sections and tying it into a knot.
"Hey!" I pull away once I realize what he's doing. I tug at the hair, undoing the knot. "Whew. I thought it would get stuck like that."
He barks with laughter.
"I hope mine gets stuck like this." He points to his butt-cut and pulls a face. We both chuckle until our order number is called. His jeans sag when he stands up to get it. I realize that he is skinny for a kid our age. Especially considering his wealth. I always imagined rich kids to be putting on the pounds one chocolate bar at a time. Is that what Charlie and the Chocolate Factory taught me? Rich kids are fat? What a bust.
By the end of the night I can't breathe. A small storm has started in the pit of my stomach. Excitement thunders inside of me. Finally, a night not tainted by anything. I feel okay for the first time in forever. And okay feels better than anything. Okay feels lovely. I can deal with okay.
He says goodnight by tucking a small strand of hair behind my ear. I think he might kiss me. He doesn't, instead wrapping his arms around me.
"I had fun tonight. Are you free tomorrow morning? I'm staying in the city tonight. We could get coffee." He rushes.
"That sounds perfect. I'll see you in the morning." I promise. "Foxcroft and Ginger is my usual coffee house, let's meet there."
"See you then." He flashes me a smile.
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Museums
Teen Fiction"we are all museums of fear" -charles bukowski Shilo has always faded. Like a small detail in a large painting, she considers herself insignificant in the universe. Noah is full of confidence. He's always been on exhibit for the world to see. When...
