My best friend's older brother

Just Talking..

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Dedicated to Him.

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      Im indecisive because I see eight sides to everything. Im also ashamed of myself. I should be better, but I have no explicit reason to achieve 'better.' I get scared that people will leave, then I end up making them leave. Sorry you haven't seen much of me lately. It's just that everything in the universe is overwhelming. Am I more than you bargained for yet?

He blushed into his arm, avoiding my gaze. It was adorable how he disguised his amiable personality with an unconventional facade. His name was Joseph Reese. His eyes were the color of the ocean and his hair was like coal. He towered over me at six feet four inches with a sweet smile. Oh, how badly did I want him to find comfort with me.

I snuck out to see him; both of us sixteen, although he was a senior and I a junior. On the internet hundreds of girls commented and liked every post, even if as simple as hello. I felt lucky to have him impartially look my way. In person he was sweet and made me laugh, however over the phone was a different story.

The anomaly of it all was even when I attempted to cut him off at the pinnacle of how much pain my heart could take, somehow he would swoon me into his arms. His chauvinism was palpable, even to the most impartial bystander (most of them being my friends that I pour my problems to). Often, he would reassure me he enjoys talking to me, but I don't feel a genuine connection; however, in person I feel an irrefutable connection.

"You're so adorable when you blush," I stated as a small breeze pressed against his face, moving his hair slightly.

He smiled at his lap, "Stop."

Mesmerized by the bashful beauty, I wrapped my arms around his neck and sat in his lap smiling until he lifted his gaze. It was around eleven o'clock at night. We shared a blanket in an abandoned culdesac down the street from his house. His father was being incomprehensible that night, so we laid beneath the stars. Early January in Florida was humid enough to where we did not require hoodies, though we both wore them anyway.

He leaned up and pressed his lips to mine. I carressed the back of his head and pushed my body against his; he did the same. We intertwined our legs and moved our lips accordingly. They were sweet to the touch and cohesive with my own.

In between kisses I stated, "I like you."

He replied the same.

I blushed at his response. At the time I believed him, I believed every word from his beautiful mouth. Unknowingly, that was my downfall. He was my favorite daydream, and my worst nightmare.

This was only the second time I had spent a night with him. He attended a different school than I, so I never saw him. I liked seeing him, and being with him, kissing him, hugging him, touching him, and how he touched me. It was transcendent.

"You're beautiful," he remarked, breaking away from our embrace.

I admired his features and leaned back in with a quick, "You're beautiful."

I felt him blush on my lips, it was cute. Just then his phone rang, it was his father calling to see where he was. Joseph told him he was making a phone call and it would take twenty minutes, although we had been out for almost two hours. He told me to stay put and he would be right back, however I did not follow his orders.