While Remington and I were watching Netflix, everyone else decided they wanted to go somewhere. The bus was left empty, quiet except the noises from the television. We had watched three episodes of The Office before deciding to watch The Excorcist. Remington had never watched it, but it seems like he already regrets starting the movie. We were only thirty minutes in, and the boy was clinging to my arm. He would cower behind my shoulder any time there was the possibility of something scary, and after another few minutes of this, Remingotn decided he wanted me to turn it off.
That's when we decided we wanted to play truth or dare. Most of the questions and dares were simple, most embarrassing school memory, switch clothing. Juvenile things that would have been at a 5th grade birthday party. When we ran out of ideas, we looked up a list of truths and dares. Since they were numbered, we decided that the other person would say a number and that was what they had to do.
"What number?" Remington said when it was Dan's turn. Dan thought for a moment, trying not to pick a number that had already been chosen. He finally decided on twenty nine.
"You have to kiss the person to your right," Remington says, looking slightly flustered, "I mean, I'm the only other person here so... should we?"
"I mean I guess, only if you want too." Dan replies, not sure what to do.
"It's just a dare, what harm can it do?"
Remington moved to where he was practically straddling my lap and leaned in, with his forehead resting on mine. I could hear his breathing, mine had already stopped. I could smell his slightly worn off cologne, and the feminine deoderant he had gotten at the store the the other day. I knew that if I kept thinking it through, I would back out. I'm still not sure if I really want to do this, but he's right. It's just a dare. With that thought, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. His lips were soft and warm, almost like a girls but not quite. Not at all. This feeling was indescribable, except for one word.
Perfect.
(Yet another short chapter, but now you've gotten two in a day, maybe even three)
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Redeemer
أدب الهواة"I want to see what your dreams look like. I want to know what you're thinking about, all of the things you want to say, your dreams and aspirations, all of the good, all of the bad. I want to know you, but you never let me" D.C. + R.L.
