"Oh fuck!"
Why me? Just... why does the toast always get burn?!! I grab a cloth and tried to clear the amount of smoke that was coming out from the toaster...
"It's imposible... " I throw the cloth to the flor, go to the window and open it brusquely. Know I need something to get the burned toast from inside... but what?
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" I can't leave her there alone... I don't want to. Just leave me, it will be fine." Why do I have such an annoying twin brother... uh?
I run down the stairs and with out hesitating I pass running the corridor straight to the kitchen.
"Oh... Kam, hey... hey, hey... It's all right it's only I burned toast." She smiles me back, just a little... letting her tears salt her lips, she lick them covertly and softly. " Give me that will ya." She hands me the burned toast and a... nutcracker? But... "A nutcracker... you took it out with a nutcracker?!" She finally left a weak laugh and looks in to my eyes. Her hazel eyes are now covered in tears... all wanting to escape at the same time from the rage she is felling.
Oh fuck the toast Trish...
I let go of the toast, breaking it and making the tiniest pieces spread all over the kitchen. I hold her face as she was the most delicate thing I ever had in my hands, I feel her breath, want it closer... I don't now what to say to her, words sometimes only mess up things. I caress her rosy chicks with both of my thumbs.
"I love you..." it came out of me like a whisper, and I doubted that she had heart it. I pulled her closer and kissed her. Without even thinking what I'm doing I pulled her closer, not to hard... just to see if she was comfortable... I think I've just been a little to abrupt. She got tighter. My lips burn but not hurt. My heart had already explode and somehow I'm still alive. We got separated for a sec to breath just before starting again. Her hand messes my hair, things just fall over the kitchen table, so I get her up on it and jump a little to reach her better, still kissing. Memories of me with her of this last year come and go... so many rare stuff since she came. Curious... and... we finally get caught, we jump in surprise, kiss over. Damn it! I was enjoying that.
"Talk to her uh? Well I can see you two made peace again... that's good. And eh... sorry to disturb I'll just... Man that was intense there!" We look at each other them turn to poor Eduard who haven't got words. "Yeah... I'm going."
Alone again, I can se our reflection in the kitchen mirror and we really look... god now I know why my lips burned that much. But some how I want more. She caress my arm. She's sitting on the table, her legs are one at each side of me, I'm just standing up, resting my back half on the table, half on her body... facing the mirror.
"Trish?" I turn to look at her. No more crying... that's good.
"Yeah? Better?" she laugh at me...
"Oh! My god did I did this to you!?" She looked my lips and covered her mouth with both hands, I nodded happily.
"You look just the same don't worry..." she pressed hard her lips and glazes at me saying...
"I love you too Trish Rain" oh... I wasn't expecting that. Suddenly her face turned dark again... just a little, but enough for me to see something isn't all right. "But I'm leaving... this can't go on. We are too far to maintain a relationship I mean... "
"Hey... Hey... don't say that, we will come up with something... You'll see." I try to get her closer, just to see if I can make her look into my eyes but she pushes me away.
"Trish.. no, there is no chances we can take this that far." She looks at me, finally... she smiles a little, messes even more my hair, only a little. "By the way... thank you for this Christmas present dickhead."
"Hey! Do not insult me young lady... it's rude..." and bingo, I made her laugh. I love it when I make her laugh. But what she just told me... it is not fair. It is not fair... I don't want to leave her, no way! I need to come up with something and quick, before tomorrow. There needs to be something I...
Wait. I think I got it!
I know I haven't wrote for like lots of time now... but you all know I've been very busy and I want to finish this book already cause I have planed one so much better. So guys... this ain't the last chapter. But next will. Thank you for reading. What do you think Trish crazy idea is?
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Teen FictionKam is a 16 years old Spanish teenager, whose family moves to Chicago because of her dads new job opportunity. At first she has some problems but finally appears Dan and Trish, who are going to help her and then become close friends. Here's a story...