LIGHTNING AND THUNDER

(4) Levina

*Levi*

I gripped his hand tighter and I looked at him, it knocked the breath out of me, his gold hair was perfectly hanging in his eyes that were brighter in the sunlight than at any time I’d seen him.

He’s turning into a Hollister model before my eyes

 He leaned over slightly and my heart skipped a beat, I knew this was coming, and I wanted for it so badly, I ached for it, but, what was I restraining myself from? I knew, I had built myself to be so strong from the high hopes that maybe this kiss would be different, maybe this guys thought’s wouldn’t flood through my brain as I was trying to have a moment? But I knew with every fiber of my existence that he was different, with every nerve on my skin was reaching for him, I knew.

I leaned in too and I pressed my lips softly to his and he caressed my head in his strong hands and he kissed deeper and I felt the exuberance that I never felt with another boy, ever. His lips were warm and soft, but he was strong and I just couldn’t think my brain was so muddled and focused on him, that every pulse of my heart was wasted because through that kiss I was giving him my heart and he was giving me his heart. I couldn’t reach for any more air, it wasn’t coming to me I gasped and I inhaled his musky breath it sailed through my body and with every place it soared above or under, I felt him I felt his blonde hair tickling my eyes and I could feel his nose cuddling with mine and I could feel his hand on every hair follicle on my head. I loved him and he knew it. He pulled away and it felt like he was ripping me with him. He breathed onto my face,

“That was the best kiss I have ever had.”

“Mine too.”

 He smiled and brushed his lips across my cheek, I felt the blossoming pink burst across my cheek. I hoped it was dark enough in here that he wouldn’t see.

“That color looks lovely with your skin.”

He said and he took my hand in his and he started the car up, and we drove back to school. He flipped in a CD and I didn’t get to see what artist, but I recognized a first of the few songs, they weren’t owned to one direct artist. The CD was a mix that he had collected with all of his favorite songs. I loved the combinations; it seemed highly unusual for such a beautiful creature to be so down to earth? We pulled back into the schools parking lot. We stepped out of his beautiful car and as we were walking away I stroked my hand across the hood he said

“You like it?”

“Yea, my aunt wouldn’t get me a car, or help me out with one, so I’m stuck with the bus or my own two feet.”

He laughed and he twined his hand in mine and kissed my cheek. After that I saw him staring at me, looking thoughtful and full of bliss. While we were walking I studied his face for future daydreaming, I drilled the pictures of his perfect cheekbones his plump lips, slightly crooked nose that looked as if it had been broken before, and looked like one of those noses that only a guy could pull off. And of course his eyes, the way his eyelashes would brush his cheeks in the light, and how it was a miracle how they wouldn’t get all tangled up. We entered the cafeteria and I was gripped back to here and now, it was burning my head. My walls were so low from relaxing that a rapid flood of thoughts slammed into me. I gasped and I scuttled around frantically to rebuild my walls. I exhaled, yet still felt weak. Henry patted me on the back. I squeezed his hand and he gripped my shoulder and twisted me into his arms, he kissed me extravagantly and I felt light-headed after. He pecked my cheek and he said

                “I have to go. Until we meet again?”

He said with a small tone of urgency and he melted into the crowds. I found my normal table with all of my friends there, still. I gave them a ‘hi’ and then they both bombarded me with questions. After they had their answers, they both were excited and seemed high with this new information. I swept my eyes back and forth for him in the cafeteria after that. I couldn’t see his blonde hair in the floods of people; I couldn’t see his figure or the shape of his shoulders in the converging mess of it all. I sighed and dropped my gaze when I saw Drake come over. Drake was my best – acquaintance.  Everyone (including me) knew that he had an unfathoming crush on me. I heard his weight drop into a chair across from me, and then his high, nasally voice say’s

“Hi, Levi, howareya?”

 He thought I’ve seen her hanging out with that new kid, Harry, I think, anyway, I don’t like him. Wow, she got mad, wonder what she’s thinking, huh, wonder what he has that I don’t.

 I muttered under my breath, my teeth gritted

                “His name is Henry and Henry actually –” I cut off my next few words because I couldn’t just put my finger on it, I couldn’t find the right words to explain what drew me to him. I raised my walls to shield out my thoughts to others and I looked up at Drake. He ran a hand over his black oily slicked back hair and he gave a lopsided grin, one that made you want to frown, but instead I hid a smile behind my hand, I never wanted to intentionally hurt Drakes feelings, he was too good of a person, but with all the wrong intentions.

I left him to text on his phone when I heard his techno ringer, and I scanned the crowd. I saw him, I saw his blonde waved hair, and he was standing in a corner, I found his green eyes, staring straight at me. He pushed off the walls and he disappeared into a horde of people. I desperately searched for him, but he had converged into the slur of lunch-timers. I gave up and I stared at my hand, lying flatly, and palm down on the table. I missed him, though I barely knew him, his mind was unknown to me, and he was peaceful to have around. He felt so refreshing. I put my head on my bent elbow, I felt a swift breeze fly past me, it lifted my hair onto my mouth and nose and I felt a slip of paper slide under my palm. I lifted my head and I found Drake staring at my hand as if it were an alien. I saw that my hand had a neatly folded piece of paper under it. I opened it and saw in a scratchy slanting writing

Meet me at 8:30 at Liberty Park, by the lake at the old Oak tree.

- Henry

Be Safe, I am waiting