POV KRISTEN
« You're too funny, especially when you're angry ! », laughed the boy sitting on the shore of the lake.
Oh no Styles, you would not have had to put up against me, I thought, furious and with a evil grin on my face.
« A nice game lasts little Marcel, now help me to out of the water before that I make you out.», I said laughing.
He leaned toward me and held out his hand to help me, and I took the occasion to push him into the lake with me. He emerged out of the water drenched he too, his eyes wide with surprise. You didn't expect it, true Styles?
I bit my lip at the sight of his white shirt, now transparent,that showed his muscles and his tattoo myriad.
« I don't believe it ! I don't believe it ! », he repeated several times, while I was dying with laughter.
« It will be better for you if started to run away young lady ! » he warned me pouncing.
I started running like crazy, but it was a failed attempt since the water made me decelerare. To Marcel did not take long to reach me, and captured me in his strong arms. Time seemed to stop. It was a very pleasant feeling, feel his breath on my neck, and his perfume. My heart began to beat faster.
« Come here, small sly. », he whispered.
He turned me over to him, and my eyes were lost in his. They were green, but not a banal green, a much brighter green, almost electric, comparable to that of a forest or an emerald: they were beautiful.
Then my eyes fixed on his lips, rosy, fleshy heart-shaped. A strange feeling invaded my belly, it was as if I had in thousands of fluttering butterflies, unable to stop. Something in me was dying to kiss him, to taste those lips that for too long they have been avoided. He was close, too close. Soon I realized that he too was staring at my lips, and my nervousness grew enormously.
« It will be better if we go home. », Finally I said, looking away. No, it was too early, and the fear of ruining everything prevailed in me.
« Okay. », the boy sighed.
He helped me to get out, we put the shoes in silence and after which Marcel took me home. Arrived in front of my house, we hugged.
« See you at school tomorrow, okay? », I assured him.
He nodded .
« See you tomorrow», he smiled.
***
I entered in the house, exhausted. My mother was still at work, so I took the opportunity to sneak into the room and change thus avoiding unnecessary scolding. I was wet, disheveled, and full of mud: a disaster. But the memory of the day spent with my new best friend erased any negative thought. I would be able to consider him a friend forever? I did not know. I was attracted to him, perhaps too much, and it worries me. It was going all too fast and by chance. When would be arrived the right time, I would have done the right thing, I was sure.
After I put the pajamas I heard my mother come in, I went down to the kitchen to greet her. I was used to the fact that she returned so late, sometimes not even I waited her return. Between work commitments and stuff, were few the times when I could spend time she.
« Hello mom.»
« Hey Darling . »,She greeted me after having taken off her jacket. She had the exhausted air as ever. I followed her into the kitchen and I helped she to put the expense in the fridge.
«Ah Darling, before I forget: is arrived a package from a certain Marcel Styles. Do you know him? »,she asked me suddenly.
I stopped doing what I was doing and opened my eyes surprise. Marcel ? A parcel ? How, when, where? Why?
« Mom, is a classmate. Wh-Where did you put this parcel? », I asked.
« In the living room. »
Courses in the living room and actually I found a purple pack decorated with a pale pink bow.
What could it be?
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