fantastic

"Walk" in the twilight

We meander through the clutch of trees behind the house until we duck over the little hill. Here were in a little bowl. The hills shrouded this little spot from all of the surrounding houses. The sun is almost up over the horizon but the moon has yet to set. The stars are fading speckles on a navy blue tarp streaked with orange and pink. This casts a purple hue to the horizon in the west. You need surround view to really appreciate the sun rise in Wyoming. While I’m observing this once in a lifetime beauty Kevin leads me to and especially tall patch of grass.

  “so sparring partner.” I look at what was sitting there…paint ball guns! “Teach me how to shoot so we can surprise the others?”

  “Sure”

  After the first twenty or so shots his aim improves tremendously. “You’re a pretty good teacher.”

  “You’re a pretty fast study. My dad could teach you better.”

  “I bet but he is not a pleasant on the eyes.”

  “Hey don’t be mean to my dad!” I snap some goggles on. He follows suit.

  “No that’s not what I meant. I meant your pretty!” but it’s too late I already committed to the shot the trigger is pulled and a bright red paint ball hits him in the chest.

 “Oh.” He lines the gun. I glance down to find my white shirt splattered with black paint. “It’s on!” I charge forward rapid firing at him not really aiming just trying to get to the boulder behind him to have some cover. I reload. The grass resells but I can’t see around this rock I just hid behind…that’s when he vaults over the top of the rock shooting the whole time. My hair gets covered in paint. His foot catches my gun flinging it across the field.

  “Ha give?” he points the gun at me I raise my hands over my head. He raises an eye brow.

  “Nah” I lunge steeling his gun and empty it into his gut. I discard the now empty gun and tackle him. Sure twenty bullets in the gut would probably take down anything we will ever fight, but what’s the fun in that scenario? He falls, a little too easily.

  “now ive got.” He mumbles

  With a giggle I respond “that’s funny because it sure looks like I’ve got…uufff” he flips me over and pins my hands. Then proceeds to tickle my sides. I wriggle wildly attempting to free myself while shrieking like a banshee.

  “give?”

  “never…ok ok ok I give.” He stops tickling me but doesn’t release my hands. I barely notice because the sun crests the horizon finally. One side of his face glows, white, against the back lighting of red. His dirty blond hair refracts the light in the most gorgeous way. But the other side of his face is shrouded the blue black shadow. His eyes a deep chocolate brown gleam with a mischievous light. Wet paint shimmers with the unique lightings as it drips down his arms and neck. His initially tight shirt is now plastered to his well-built chest. His lips catch the light turning blood red drawing my gaze.   This is when he leans forward and settles his lips tenderly on mine. One of his hads lets go of mine sliding down my arm to my face. It stations its self that his thumb is behind my jaw. My freed hand wanders to his and travels up his arm to tangle in his paint slicked hair. Our other hands inter lock fingers.

 Then my stomach gives us a rude reminder of its emptiness. Its gurgle is quickly responded to by his stomachs angry dinosaur noises. We break apart laughing. “I suppose breakfast would be a good plan.” His face wearing a blush and shy smile. My smile isn’t exactly shy. He stands up and grabs my arms. Helping me up conveniently strait into a big paint covered bear hug. I smile up at him I give him a peck on the cheek and run off towards the house. Keeping only a slightly super human pace, so as to not reach the house too much before Kevin. I knock on the door.