The Art of You

Kiss me hard in the July wind

I cried in my car for 2 hours outside of my house. I dreamed of coming here for so long and seeing Carl. I should've known he would replace me with someone better. I don't belong here. This isn't my place anymore. I threw my stuff on the floor as I walked inside. I had worked my ass off to save up for this house and what's inside, all for Carl. Well all for nothing now. I don't understand. Did he not think of me like I thought of him? I plop myself on the couch and pull out my phone. I scroll through Carl and I's old messages.

Carl- Miss you Quinc  The date reads 2015 and I start to sob again. I didn't even fucking respond. So much was happening then, now I just want to be in his arms. The messages scroll back down to the most recent. Hmm weird. I didn't touch it. The bubbles pop up, showing Carl is typing.

Carl- I am sorry about what happened, meet me outside please. I'm here.

There is no way he's here. But sure enough, I look out my window and see the short boy with messy hair outside, playing with his fingers, tapping his foot nervously. I smile at the sight of him looking nervous for me to come out. I wipe my eyes and fix my hair. I roll my eyes at my absentminded actions to look good for the boy outside my house. I can't believe he actually came to see me, and without the girl who almost hit me with a fucking baseball bat. My heart flutters at the thought of him leaving her to come here. Maybe things will go my way. For once. I walk to the door and open it slowly. Carl's eyes meet mine and I hold my breath. Fuck he's so nice to look at, his hair is blowing slightly and his green eyes catch the street light perfectly.

"I'm glad you're back," He looks me and I can feel my knees buckling. What is it about this boy that I missed so much? I'm in awe and I can't move. I am literally taken back by how much I care about this boy. Then I realize that there isn't anything that I didn't miss him about him. The thoughts of loving him have crossed my mind, but I never thought I did, but now.. It's the way his tanned skin is almost glowing in the July moonlight, and the way he smells as the wind hits us softly. His cologne smells so good, and it's so strong, I know he drenched himself in it to impress all the girls. I'm drinking him in as he begins to talk again, did I not respond to him? "But Quincy, you can't just show up and expect everything to fall at your feet. Especially me. I- I missed you so much and I waited so long but you weren't coming back anytime soon. Or at least I thought and I just had to except that Quinc. Ya know? I couldn't wait around forever. I wanted to, but I just couldn't." He looks at me and looks down.

I inhale and I am scared I might cry again, "You love her?" is the only thing I can get to come out without crumbling to his feet and sobbing, begging him to love me. "God no Quincy. Jesus. No, I don't love her." I exhale finally. I'm proud of myself for not crying and I'm filled with relief as the words come out of his mouth. I nod and he lifts my chin with the tip of finger. His hands are warm against my skin and chills run down my entire body, my eyes shoot up to his, hoping he doesn't notice the goosebumps running down my arms. "You jealous?" He winks and I push him back jokingly. "Shut up." I sniffle and smile lightly. His green eyes hold me in and I want to look away but I am melting under his hand now on my waist and I can't move. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me. I chant internally. He leans forward and puts his lips on mine. My subconscious hoots and hollers and claps her hands loudly as he eases his tongue in my mouth. His kiss is sweet and tastes like grape swishers.

He pulls away and looks at me, "It's always been you, always will be." He kisses my nose and I can't comprehend what is going on. His girlfriend, or who I thought was his girlfriend, almost beat the living shit out of me with a bat a couple hours ago, and now he's admitting his love for me?! Carl Gallagher, the boy full of surprises, and the best kisser on the southside of Chicago. He looks like he waiting for an answer or some type of response, hes rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and I smile. His arms fall to his side in a defeated way. I grab the back of his head and push his lips against mine. I kiss him hard, hoping to get the message across that, it has in fact always been him for me as well. He pushes himself against me and groans against my lips. The sound echos straight to me groin. His hands are holding my face and my hands are in his hair, I don't want to let him go. I want this to last. I love him. I've been back for a solid 10 hours and I already know I love this boy.