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two.

we're on the roof of her dad's house watching the kids smoke outside. it's cold and autumnal, she's wearing one of those shiny flight jacket like the girls in the movies, her bustle of hair under a cap. I like her a lot. the sun is setting like a swoop of paint on the horizon. she blows out a sour puff of coffee breathe, white in the cold. i tug at her sleeve, wanting her attention.
"what?"
i pull my fleece over my chest, heart skipping rocks like a little kid. i'm gonna do it. I'm gonna kiss her on her dad's roof and not care about the kids smoking who can see us.
"can I kiss you?"
she throws her head back and laughs.
"thought you'd never ask."