Alexandrite
She sat beside him wrestling with her mind to focus on writing their essay instead of him. He, having finished the sketch for the greasers vs. socs and blacks vs. whites poster, had nothing left to do but distract her.
He picked up her left hand and traced her knuckles gently. Her breath clogged in her throat at the warmth of his hand.
"Stop distracting me." She whined, stopping her work to look at their hands.
"I'm not."
At his answer, she openly glared at him. His response was a wide smile.
"Argh!" She groaned dramatically before facing her paper again. She tried her hardest to tone him out as she continued her writing, but it was impossible. Especially
when he grasped her hand tighter as his laughter reflected off the white walls caving them in.
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DP: Mar.31.18
WC: 137
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Alexandria
Short StoryAlexandrite and Aiden had never exchanged more than five words and yet loved each other. A short story of first love during the early '70s and all the hassle that came with loving someone of a different race. DISCLAIMER: ALL IMAGES DO NOT BELONG T...
