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❝ PRETTY IN PINK. ❞

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August 28th, 1982

My cherry lollipop dangled in my mouth as I looked out the window of the car.

The leaves of the shallow tree had still stayed the same as before. I could trace the pink, the orange, the yellow - every dotted color that could circulate my eyes. It was soon to be fall. 

I blinked once or twice whilst the blasting wind splashed my features involuntarily. I sort of liked how it felt. How it made my arms prickle goosebumps and the soft hair of my skin standing. It was more of an electric feel. I don't know why though, but it gives me a certain desire. A certain desire that I could not explain myself.

Dad mumbled to himself whilst his firm hands were on the steering wheel and Momma talked about luxuries at the moment she reapplied the same bubblegum lipgloss as before. At times, I think of Momma as someone who was desperate for conformity. To be apart of society, in a way. She was the type of women with the caked up face and would never leave the house without a flamboyant dress or blouse with a pair of pants. 

"What are you thinking about, love?" 

I looked to the front to see Momma's sea blues and eyelashes that fluttered like butterflies. She flashed me a smile. Momma's smile was pretty. You wouldn't say it was ugly because you'd see those dimples and lil' bunny teeth and you've already fallen in love. Well, at least it worked for Dad. 

I pulled out my candy and licked my sticky lips. 

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

I nodded and popped back my lollipop. Thinking wasn't something I often came across. Like as in really thinking. My mind would circulate around a bubble and go. That was how it always was for me at least. 

The slow tracing thoughts of mine had vanished once a heard that mere fatigue groan near the car window. I turned to the side to see that my young sister had awoken from her slumber. Her dark blue eyes shimmered as it eyed around. She slowly got up from her sleeping position with a pout. 

"Are we home yet?"

"Not yet, Bailey," Dad answered with his eyes on the road. 

"Is Bear still asleep, love?" Momma softly asked and Bailey nodded. 

I looked out the window once more and I could feel Momma's eyes on me. 

"Sadie...is this about Levi?"

I blinked with disgust. "What?"

"Levi, you know-"

"Yes I know."

Levi Miller was one of the most idiotic boys I had ever met. Before our trip to my Uncle's, Levi broke up with me. If I was being honest, I would say I didn't have much feeling when he did. 

I guess you could say I felt, empty. Free, perhaps. 

The day he asked me out at the starting of ninth grade, my heart was pounding. You see, a boy had never shown any type of interest in me, so, of course I'd freak out. I rejected his offer right at that morning he walked up to me with those mysterious blue eyes and ravishing smile that made girls hearts flutter every time. 

However, I had changed my mind throughout and came with the terms of "yes" at the end of the day. To me, I had thought maybe that new relationship would make people see me in a new way. A new way it did, indeed.

Throughout the months, I made myself believe I was in love with Levi. I mean, I adored the peppering kisses he'd give me and the genial type of hugs that bursted butterflies that I tried to avoid escaping but could not have been helped.

It was until then my heart realized I wasn't in love with him at all. Everything seemed to be make-believe to the boy, as if what I had thought we had wasn't real - another mist to the wind. He wanted more, but, I refused to give him that want. 

Soon after, I guess he had seen me as a bore and not of any use. And I guess, I let him feel that way. The day he broke up with me, Momma found out eventually. She was in utter rage and despair, hating to see me heartbroken.  

I wouldn't say I was specifically heartbroken, just once again empty. I realized, I shouldn't let my heart fall for boys because they'll just break it once more. 

My pondering thoughts were erupted as soon as I heard the car come to a halt. I rapidly looked up to see where we were and saw that our location was in front of the house. Dad sighed and mumbled "home sweet home" whilst Momma opened the door and hopped out with a smile.

"Home at last!" she cheered.

Dad looked over his shoulder at me with a small smile and said, "Wake up Bear, love." 

I obliged, reaching to the backseat to wake up my younger brother, who had been snoring peacefully with out any disturbance. As I did that, I heard hollering in background.

My curious eyes wondered at the back window to see a group of boys, who looked to be around my age, riding their bikes ever so carelessly as they cackled at their own stupidity. I could see Momma rolling her eyes as she opened the trunk of the vehicle, grabbing her suitcase from the small portion of the seat. 

"Those darn boys," she snapped. "They don't even live in this neighborhood, why can't they cause disaster elsewhere?"

I frowned whilst I played with the tips of my waves. "They aren't causing any harm, Momma."

"Well, they sure are causing a racket."

I giggled voluntarily at the statement as I grabbed my burgundy bag and got out of the car. And as I looked out, I watched the mischiefs bike away, until, I saw one that stopped and turned around. 

He was lean and tall; with dark eyes, dark hair, and dark skin. His shirt looked like to be some sort of band with fazed pants and ol' grubby sneaks that were poorly taken care of. All at once, I saw it. 

A smile. 

An unexpected grin that I wouldn't have been aware of, but there it was. I could feel my body flush in utter excitement and my heart quivering ever so heavily, but before I could smile back, his back faced me and he pedaled away. 

And, how I wished, I could see that smile again. 

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