"Do you want to talk about it?" Emily asks. She could tell something was wrong with me. I explain to her that I wish I knew what was wrong, but I wasn't sure. I just felt out of it. It wasn't long until multiple salty water droplets flowed down my cheeks for no apparent reason. She reached her hand to my cheek and caught a few. Her lips brushed against my forehead, and then gently rested right against my lips.
"It's going to be okay," her lips gently touches mine as she whispers. Butterflies fill my stomach as I feel her eyelashes tickle mine. She starts to pull away; however, when I whine in disapproval she freezes. I move closer to her and my lips meet hers before she could say anything. My hands holding her face close to mine, and hers rested on mine. Our lips went soft and slow, but warmth began to fill the room. The kind of warmth that said everything was going to be okay, the warmth that was comforting. I pulled away. A million weights lifted off of my shoulders, and our eyes immediately found each other.
"You know what?" She asked.
"What?"
"Put on your shoes and meet me in the car," She demands jumping off of the bed and out of the room.
After around an hour in the car, she finally comes to a stop. I instantly recognize it even through the dark shadow of the night. My heart skips a beat when she opens my door and holds her hand out. This is where we first confessed our feelings for each other. The leaves blow in the evening breeze, and the river quietly cascades over rocks. She pulls out a blanket from the trunk, and we sit in the exact place we did back then.
"I never thought that you would be the person I would fall in love with," she confesses. "I used to watch you from across the classrom and despise you." I laugh because I know it is true. She used to hate me, but then she got to know me. The real me, and not the me that was pressured to be perfect.
"And then I glaced your way and saw you reading my favorite book," I remind her.
"And the rest is history," we say in unison. Laughing, I lay my head on her shoulder. It's been a long time since I've been able to just breathe and unwind. She kisses my forehead.
"I have my guitar in the back. Do you want to jam for a little before we head home?" I nod and she fetches her guitar.
In no time she is sitting in front of me getting herself situated. She sends me a sweet look, and her fingertips begin to strum chords that belong to our song, Outlaws by David Lambert. My cheeks turn pink, and I shyly smile. This is my happy place, with her right in front of me.
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Outlaws (Midnight Sun Movie Contest)
RomanceThis is my entry for the Midnight Sun Movie Contest. #MidnightSunMovie