Sunsets

Bella

Kiss, Sparks, and Trips

I put a hand on his cheek and lean in. A thousand of sparks flew left and right. Brian deepens the kiss. He puts one arm around my neck and I run my hand down his torso. His body feels unusually skinny and weak. He pulls apart.

"This isn't right." Brian says to me with an apologetic and a confused look on his face. I've never kissed anyone this way.

"I'm really sorry." I say. I start getting up quickly. I'm embarrassed that I pulled that kind of stunt and expected to get away with it or for him to like it.

Brian puts his right hand behind my head and my hair tangles up in between his fingers. He leans in and softly kisses me again. Our lips barely touch but it sparks the biggest and loudest set of fireworks yet.

I pull away.

"Tell me." I say.

"Tell you what?" He asks confused. His hair is blowing in the wind.

"Everything. Why are you so skinny?"

He's speechless. He doesn't know what to say. His face is pale and shocked.

"Brian? Do you have an eating disorder?"

He nods slowly. "You're the first person I'll admit it to."

I feel my heart sink. My poor Brian, my Brianbear, is hurting himself. Is treating himself unfairly, he doesn't know how much he's worth to me, what he can accomplish, his potential.

I stand up and put my hand out. I hide my feelings once again. "Come." He takes my hand gently, like he's scared.

We walk hand and hand to the beach shack.

"Choose one." I tell him.

He looks at me. "I don't want too." Brian says. His eyes are full of anguish, Enough to fill his whole body.

"Brian, choose one!" I almost shout very pissed off. My eyebrows go up and a tear drops out of my eye and down my makeup infested cheek. My stomach growls at the sight of an OH! Henry.

"Have you ever screamed or yelled at anyone in your life?" He asks with full curiosity. I can tell he's picking on me now because I am such a small human being but a loud person inside. 

"Brian!" I scream again in exasperation. I remove the light brown beach hair out of my face exposing my left eye. "Please." My voice croaks at him. The knot in my voice is getting more painful by the second.

I start to cry. "Brian," I whisper and he takes me into his arms. This is probably the most welcoming hug ever. "your mother would have wanted you to do this."

"My mother is dead. She's been dead for most of my life and almost all of Ann's." He says with no feelings visible at all. He releases me from his weak arms.

"Mrs. Kaley's is dead but her spirit isn't. Her spirit will forever live on." I say to him.

He chuckles. "Did you just call her Mrs. Kaley?" He says with a smile on his face.

"I always called her Mrs. Kaley." I answer. "Now, hurry up and pick one." I try and change the topic. I look at the vending machine, scanning the food one more time.

"Alright, fine. I want the Oh! Henry."

"Seriously? You remembered?"

"From what I remember Oh! Henry's used to be good. One of our favorites, right? We would always come here and I would buy us a giant Oh! Henry. and we would split it in half while watching the Sunset."