Sweet Texan Melody (Completed.)

Young and Beautiful

    He began to drive and I rolled down the window, feeling the cool air against my face. The sun was already going to bed, making one last beautiful view before completely leaving the sky. 

    The sky was a dark blue and right at the horizon it was a baby blue color that faded into an orange color that made the sky mesmerizing. The trees were all black and gave the scene a beautiful, natural touch.

    I looked over at Michael who had out his cigarette out. He looked beautiful as always. I don't know what my favorite thing about him was — perhaps it was those dark chocolate colored sideburns. Maybe the way his eyes hid a story that nobody seemed to unveil.

After a few more minutes, the car ended up in the middle of the sand. He turned the engine off and stepped out of the vehicle, and I followed behind. Michael jumped onto the hood of the car and so did I. We could see what was remaining of the sun setting in and all we could hear was the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. It was all so peaceful.

    I felt a gaze and I looked over at him. He was already looking at me, and that made my cheeks acquire a light shade of pink, but I don't think it was very obvious since it wasn't very bright. He got closer until the there was no gap between us and that's when he kissed me again.

I felt his tongue against my lips, as though he was asking for permission to slip inside. I didn't hesitate and I let him in. I felt like vanilla ice cream in a hot summer day.

I closed my eyes as I felt his warm lips against mine. It was all perfect. He slowly pulled away and I bit his lower lip, and he let a groan of satisfaction. His brown eyes looked at me for a moment and that is when I spoke.

"Take me away." I whispered, "My birthday is coming up soon and I want you to take me far away from here."

He rose a brow before turning his gaze to the immense ocean. The seconds seemed like hours as he thought about my comment. I then began to feel foolish.

What if he starts laughing
What if he denies
What if he's just playing with my feelings
What if...what if.

He glanced over at me and smiled, "We're gonna have to come up with a darn good lie."

My heart skipped a beat.

"I've got it all figured out." I replied, rubbing my hands together from the cool breeze that made its presence.

Michael noticed this and he quickly took off his leather jacket, casually setting it upon my shoulders. I nervously looked down as he did this.

"You'll tell him that you're taking me to one of those fancy piano concerts." I continued, "—But I want to go to Oregon. There's a beautiful beach over there, but I've seen it only in photographs." I finished.

He thought for a moment, "Alright, I'll see what I come up with."

I chuckled softly, "I enjoy being with you, Michael."

He glanced over at me and smiled, "Yeah, me too."
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August 15, 1968.
Friday
My birthday was this Saturday. I was so excited about it. I'd spend another weekend with Michael, but far away from here where we won't get caught. As I sat in class, I daydreamed about all the things that could happen. It would be just the two of us in a city. He'd be the only adult supervision I'd have, and my father trusts him so there would be no problem at all, wouldn't it be great?