Poems of the Dearest Soul

83% (Part 2)

Well.

It's 6.59pm.

I wonder what she's doing - maybe popping popcorn, her favorite snack. She's used to things getting popped.

Maybe she's pampering herself. Wait, for what? Me? Of course not.

She would never like me.

7.00pm.

I ring the doorbell.

Wait.

Minutes pass.

I ring again. 7.05. What is she doing?

I hear scrambling, then the door opens wide. Her face appears- huge grin awaiting me.

"Punctuality is the virtue of the bored."

"But is being punctual ever being punctual? Time is only a number. A concept, if you will."

She smiles and pulls me inside. I sit down on her brown leather couch.

Nice.

Portraits of her family sits on glass tables. Her family, I'm guessing, isn't home - I didn't see a car in the driveway. I place my notebook and Chemistry book on the glass table in front of me.

Popcorn. I smell popcorn. Buttery deliciousness.

She appears from the kitchen and walks into her room down the hall.

"Are you coming?" She yells.

I gather my things and start down to her room.

She still has the picture of us in Luxembourg next to her bed.

I sit down on her bed. The popcorn directly in front of me, I reach and grab a handful. She pulls a Chemistry book from her bookshelf and sits facing me on the bed.

"So, Molar mass. The physical property defined as the mass of a given substance divided by its amount of substance." I read.

"Boring!" She fake yawns and closes the book. " Let's watch TV." she says enthusiastically as grabs the remote.

I sigh. I guess one episode of Degrassi wouldn't hurt.

I turn my body to face the TV. She does the same and scoots next to me.

Flowers. Lavender. My favorite.

I subconsciously lean in more to smell her delicious scent. I come back to Earth, and I pull away. I look at her eyes - they're so attuned into this show. Ocean Blue with specks of dark grey clouds.

I lean in - this time for her lips. Plump Pink. I breathe in. Out. I peck her on the lips.

She's surprised, but she goes with it. She locks her lips. We are in sync. She starts to take off her cardigan and ties up her hair.

I'm loving it. I'm loving it.

We lay back on the bed. She pulls away.

"The chemicals Oxytocin and Dopamine have always been my favorite."

We begin kissing again. She kisses my neck.

Ah.

I can't. This is too much to bare.

I break away, and frantically, start gathering my books.

"Kaitlin!"

I stop and look at her.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting jugs, too, ya know."

I shake my head. Leave her room, her house, and I'm out the door.

I couldn't. What time is it?

8.28pm.

Of course it is.

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