My Batman

14

"How far away is this park?" I asked Andy. "Five minutes walking, about two driving. Which would you prefer?" I thought for a second. "Walk," I decided. "Have you heard of slam poetry?" I asked. "No," Andy replied. "What is it?" I turned to walk in front of him. "Tell me if I'm going to run into someone or something," I ordered, and he nodded. "Slam poetry is basically very emotional and very real spoken word poetry. I really like it. I listened to one before you got to my place, while I was doing my makeup. It was titled, 'A Rape Poem to End All Rape Poems'. It was made my people at a university. I can't remember which one, but it was about how women are expected to cover themselves up, how we're supposed to keep pepper spray with them, and how we want to be able to walk down the street alone at night and not be catcalled, how we want to be able to leave our drink alone with someone at a bar and be able to trust them not to fuck with it. It ended with something like, 'There will still be tape poems until there's no damn material left,' or something like that. I can't remember exactly." "Wow, that's- pole behind you- amazing." I turned around, and ran into the pole. With my face. "Are you okay?" Andy asked. I turned around and said, "What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Does my face look okay?" He reached up and touched my nose. "Beautiful, as always," he replied. I blushed a light pink and turned around, so he wouldn't see. "Come on," I said, turning back to grab his hand. "Rumor, ar-are you blushing?" Andy asked, chuckling. I looked down, blushing harder. "Aww, you are!" he exclaimed. I hid my face in my hands, blushing harder, if it was even possible. "Don't hide your face, it's cute," he said, lifting my chin a bit. "GOALS!" someone shouted at us from across the street. I giggled. "Come on," I said, grabbing the arm of Andy's Jack Skellington t-shirt.
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"You know what, fuck walking, I shouldn't have chosen this. Carry me!" I said playfully. Andy just shrugged and picked me up. What I didn't expect, though, is that he would throw me over his shoulder, holding onto my legs. "Not what I meant!" I shouted. "Put me down!" He sighed. "Jeez, so needy. Do you want me to carry you or not?" "Yes, I want you to carry me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have told you to carry me!" I said. "Well, then, it's either this, or you walk. Besides, it's only a minute away by now," he told me. "Fine," I sighed, relaxing. About twenty seconds later, he set me down on a park bench. I looked around. "This is pretty," I told him as he sat down. "But I liked the other view, too," I added. "Oh, well, thank you," he said sassily. I laughed. "So, why did you want to take me here?" I asked, turning slightly to face him. He took a deep breath. "Oh no," I said, "it isn't bad news, is it? In allergic to bad news." I added in a fake sneeze. "Well, it could go either way, depends on your reaction. So, here goes nothing," he said. Next thing I knew, his lips were in mine. As soon as I realized this, I kissed back, our lip rings colliding every now and then. He pulled away for a breath. "Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked. I bit my lip and nodded. I leaned in again, kissing him softly. I pulled away and said, "I would love to."

I got feels from writing that. Anyone else get feels from that? Raise your hands, don't be shy. This is a bit longer than the past couple, I'm trying to get them back to their original length. Also, that slam poem is real, go check it out in YouTube. It's amazing. BAII.
-_emokitten