1973: Secrets Of Anna Tucker

6 | secret

I was red and you were blue...

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I felt different. Parts of my body were doing things unconsciously, like my eyes–it always searched for him, and my stomach was always filled with butterflies whenever he'd draw nearer to me. But I often ignored the feeling and tried to forget abou it because I knew it was far too impossible to reach a relationship further than friendship.

"Hey," He said, pulling me out of ny thoughts. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I lied, smiling sheepishly, "why wouldn't I be?"

He shrugged, shifting in his seat and gazing at the mountains that stood before us. Silence took over, which I hated, because it allowed me to ponder on things that I wouldn't have allowed myself to think before. My thoughts began drifting of the possibilities of this relationship. How it would be possible if we kept it a secret or how things ought to be when we are finally together. I didn't exactly know how it was going to be, but deep down I knew it'd be wrong.

I let out a long sigh and leaned against the cold cement. "If only..."

"Huh?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Nothing," I muttered nervously. Obviously, if I weighed the pros and cons of our fantasy relationship, the cons will heavily weigh down most of it.

"You've been acting kind of weird lately," he said, crossing his arms, "someone bothering you?"

"What? No," I answered quickly. Too quickly. I looked away before he noticed anything suspicious.

"A boy perhaps?" He added.

"What- no," I spat coldly, avoiding his eyes. I couldn't look at it for some reason, I just couldn't. "It's nothing, okay?"

"Okay, okay, jeez," he said, sighing, "I mean, if there is someone bothering you, just tell me, okay?"

"No one's bothering me," I said, turning to look at him. This time, I did. I saw it, the concern in his eyes, that sparkled with protectiveness. I ignored it, "so drop it."

He nodded and then smiled.

"I need to go, mom's probably looking for me. Bye," I said, waving goodbye timidly at him. He was left alone, sitting on the cold cement. I felt like an ass just leaving him there, but I needed to.

I walked away, biting my lip from saying the deepest darkest secret I have ever kept. I like you. These words felt like the curse inside Pandora's box. Once I released them, there was no turning back.

And I was afraid. I was afraid that I was going to lose a lot of people if I did. For now, the fear that was holding me back was good because I knew it kept me from hurting a lot of people I loved.

Besides it's never going to work between the both of us. We're completely different people and the age difference was impossible to even think of. There was no chance. I was sure of it.  Or was I?

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