Toothpaste Kisses

Chapter 33

So, AS levels are done for the year... sad but true ;) I'm gonna try and get TPK done in the next one or two months so there will be faster updates :D 

To the side is Birdy's song; People Love the People... it's absolutely beautiful and I know it's a few years old but it is still just so majestic. I feel it fits perfectly with Noah's POV half way through :)

Whilst you're reading this I was wondering if you would look at my poem 'Chloe.' I just put it up today and I would love for you to look at it, comment, all the good stuff.... ANYWAYS!!! Story time ;)

Hope you all have a lovely week, Georgie xoxo

CHAPTER 33  —  He kissed the girls and made them cry

The ground was cool around me. It reminded me of when the sun started to set and the subsiding sand started to cool with each footstep although the gravel was warming under me now. And there was not a source of golden light around. The large moon was above me, allowing silvery light through the branches that arched over my head.

I wasn’t meant to be here, I had only come down for a glass of water. With the tap flowing I had filled the cup – that now sat on the island top waiting inside – and whilst the water overflowed and onto my hand I had looked up. Something caught my eye, reflecting the metallic glow of the moon, on the ground a few feet from the porch that wrapped the perimeter of the building. So, I went to investigate.

And that’s how I ended up picking up the neon pink lighter off the ground and that’s how I found myself strolling forward trying to get to the moon that never moved but grew ever larger as I came closer and that’s how I ended up sitting in the middle of the dirt drive and staring up through the branches above me, rhythmically allowing the small flame to burst into the air.

“Hey you,” I was nudged in the shoulder; turning to look up I found that it was Noah, kneeing my shoulder lightly. I grinned up at him before turning back to the sky. He lumbered down next to me, grunting as he did so before leaning in against me.

I pressed the still burning flame into the ground and watched as a dried leaf sparked and hissed as the flame took over. We sat in silence, watching as the flames licked up the leaf. A slight wind was blowing, dusting the leaves lightly over the private land.

Just as the black sky started to change to indigo, flecked with the palest of blues at the furthest distance of the horizon, Noah opened his mouth and spoke; “Why are you out here, Little Brit?”

I sighed and ran my hand through the ash of the leaf. “I don’t know,” I whispered. I looked down at my nails; a thick layer of dirt was wedged in the once-white free-edge giving a sharp pain at the pressure formed. I ignored the discomfort and went to flick the lighter again.

Noah’s hand enclosed around mine; big and tanned, warm and comforting, homely and Noah; I sighed and watched as he uncurled the lighter from my fingers and placed it in his pocket. “Tell me, Baby.” My lip clamped between my teeth at the endearment; I loved-hated that name; loved-hated the way it made me feel. “I can help you, fix it; make you forget about it for a while,” he edged closer and pressed his hand onto my thigh. “I hate it when you close yourself off like you do now.”

I choked in a breath and without a word fell head first into his lap. With time his hand stroked soothingly through my hair which was splayed in his lap as the sun rose. The sky spilt into lilac, pink, orange, red, gold and the faintest of blue right in front of my eyes as his rhythmic hand wove through my curls and along my neck.

“What’s got you down, Baby Girl?” he asked. Baby Girl, it was so all-American, so American boy next door. It reminded me of books, films, poetry, couples that I always wanted to be a part of. And it did some wonderfully dangerous things to my body when from his mouth.