Beatrice Nims didn't know she was beautiful. Miles showed her that. They had a short living love before he disappeared. Just because it was short doesn't mean it didn't mean everything to her. It did. She spends month trying to figure out why he lef...
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"Spring Carnival, Saturday." The cheerleading committee was standing at the entrance of the door handing out flyers.
"No one wants to come to your shitty carnival." Kim joked being that she was a cheerleader herself - I had tried out but I didn't make the squad. Apparently, presentation is everything and red pimples fulling your face wasn't cutting it.
Kim planted herself in front of my locker, "maybe you can bring Kreme boy."
Kreme Boy.
I'd known about the carnival for quite some time, but inviting Miles never crossed my mind until now - having him around hundreds of gorgeous girls would be catastrophic for me.
I slammed the locker door shut, "hmm...that's probably not a good idea."
Kim smiled, her cheeky smile - the one that wiped across her face when she was about to say something I didn't agree with. She slapped the shoulder of Chrissy, leading cheerleader, "HOT MAMA!" She yelled out to her.
"Is this thing with Kreme boy real?" She jokingly pushed me as we made our way down the hall.
Maybe, this time, her smile was the I'm about to say something right.
"It's not serious, I don't even think he likes me like that."
Bringing such a gorgeous boy to a carnival with a field full of gorgeous girls, strutting around in tight mini skirts was too easy and stupid.
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Krispy Kreme was slow today, no one really came through the drive thru, except ones with the free doughnut coupons - so I spent most of my time sweeping the floors, occasionally checking to see if a black Jeep pulled into the far park in front of the store, on the off chance that it'll be Miles' Jeep. He arrived a little later than usual, but I was excited, nevertheless, to sit in our little corner and talk about my day with him. The lights dimmed, but the spotlight still on him.
"So what do you wanna do?" I blurted out. "Like with your life?" I pointed out to him with an eyebrow raised, anticipating a grand response.
He noticed the look I was giving him, "and I don't mean just getting out of Concord because everyone wants to get out of a small town-"
"I didn't grow up in Concord, this is a small town, I was born and raised in New York so the concrete jungles is my life..where I belong, I think," I didn't like where this was going.
"Making a lot of money is the dream...for a lot of us at least, making a life for my mom is everything," he shrugged. "So I guess that's it."
Miles didn't grow up in the wealthy, new money side of New York, but rather the side where you determined what you wanted to be when you grow up as, you struggled to get by, at the same time. He didn't have much money, although he had just enough to eat at night, but sometimes those kids want more than government check on the 1st of every month. Those are the real people. And I understand that.
And he was enough for me.
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"So this is your world. I'm surprised." He snickered shyly smiling while taking another bite of my pretzel.
I stopped in my tracks.
"What does that mean?"
"I've only ever seen you out of Krispy Kreme, in your green suit, I was starting to think you were embarrassed of me."
I chuckled.
"Not in this lifetime."
We looked at each other and smiled together - the smile I had, the one he had, the one we shared, in that moment with the loud, fake laughs and rigged, winning buzzers going off his heart was the only thing I could hear. His smile was the only thing I saw, and with him was the only place I wanted to be.
We continued to walk in synch, stopping occasionally to look at the basketball games going on between two jocks - their girlfriends standing on the sidelines glaring each other down. Slowly, I felt the heat of his hand brush across mine and I blushed, but I kept my eyes ahead of me not wanting him to see the girlyness that came over me with his slightest movement towards me. And before I knew it, he's fingers was intertwining with mine and he was smiling.
I breathed deep, and we walked the caracoled road that curved every so often where the little rides hid, in the small corners, there was Ferris wheel, but we didn't need to be stuck at the top, the whole city as our background to have a first kiss - beneath all the lights that flashed rhymitically, when someone, somewhere won a teddy bear prize, this was fine. He pulled me close, his big hands making there way across my waist - there was no need for tippie toes because he bent to me.
Everything felt so real with him, the conversation was so effortlessly, I'd look up at him and wonder how I had only met him a few weeks ago, casually showing up to Krispy Kreme when I was on the clock, how did we end up here? In this moment, with all the lights that seemed to grace his beautiful features - how did I end up here?
