Not now, not ever

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Well...okay, that just happened.
I'm not completely sure why I actually said yes to this, maybe I was meant to.
It sounds really cliché, but it could be true.
She found me for a reason.

I'm at home now, and I have been for a couple of hours.
My mom asked me I was okay, and my dad asked if I needed anything, but I didn't.
I can't seem to forget about the  encounter I had earlier.
With Effie.

"The name's Ephemeral, but you can call me Effie."
Effie & Flick.
No.
Flick & Effie.
Yeah, thats better.

Flick and Effie, criminals?
Nah.
More like crime fighters. Though we don't even know what the crime is.
"Felicity? Are you okay? Your smiling to yourself."

I snap my head up to the direction of my mom, seeing her half-amused-half-worried-face.
Then I realize I am smiling.
"I'm...no I'm okay."
"Then why are you smiling?"

"I don't know, am I not allowed to smile?" I say, leaning back on the couch I'm currently sitting on, trying to act cool.
"No no no, your allowed to smile, but you just...why were you smiling?"
Blush threatens to tint my face, but I clench my jaw, and try everything I can not to smile.
I can't tell her I'm crushing over a girl.

"Nothing."
She cocks an eyebrow at me.
"I don't believe you," she tells me.
"Mom, it's nothing. I swear."
"Okay," she says not entirely convinced.
She walks into the kitchen, leaving me alone in the living room.

I close my eyes, and attempt to fall asleep, but the minuet I shut my eyes, all I see is bright electric blue eyes staring at me from a distance.
I shake my head, erasing the vision forming in my head. I need to fall asleep.
I try again, and to my surprise my mind is blank, allowing me to drift off.

She walks closer to me, her black hair swishing in a slow motion.

She rests her hands on my chest, and gazes into my eyes. The electric blue seems to reach deep into my soul.
I side my arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
She gives me a sly smile, and tangles her hands in my hair.

We are inches apart, noses almost touching.
She breathes out heavily, and her minty breath sends shivers down my spine.

Without warning, she presses her lips on mine.
Our lips part, and move in a slow motion, giving me a feeling I've never quite experienced before.

I push her against the wall, kissing her harder. My left hand trailing upwards, and my other hand trails downwards...

"Felicity," she whispers against my lips.
"Mmhmm?"

"Felicity?!"
"Felicity!"
_
My eyes open suddenly, and I spring up into a sitting position.
"Felicity?" My mom asks.
"Felicity, I've been calling you for fifteen minutes! I thought you died for a second."

I can't stop the blush this time.

"Sorry, really tired," I say.
"It didn't sound like it," she says.
"What?! Um, I mean, what? What happened?"
"All I heard was you saying a name. Effie. And then some other stuff..."

I'm pretty sure my face is scarlet by now.
"It's fine Felicity, its only natural."
"What?" I say, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
"I'm saying it's only natural to be thinking about these things your age, you are eighteen."

"Mom!!!"
"What!? It's okay, i know you might have these urges and stuff, and it's okay. If you'd like I-"

"Ewwww! Mom NO, NO NO NO NO, we are not doing this, you cannot turn into my six grade teacher!"
She just laughs at me.
"Okay, take it easy, fine, we won't do this today."
"We won't do this ever." I correct raising my finger at her.
"Fine, but you will have to tell me who this 'Effie' person is."

I blush even harder, my ears turning red from embarrassment.
"Nope, not happening."
"At least I know why you were smiling before," my mom says, a sly grin spreading on her face.

I seriously want to die right now.

I get up from my seat on the couch, and walk over to the stairs.
"I can't believe my baby has a crush!!"
"Mommmm!" I whine.

And not to embarrass me any further, I run upstairs and lock myself  in my room, plopping down on my bed.

I smack my head.
"No. No. No. you must NOT think about these things. You freaking  just met the girl!"

But as the rest of the day goes by, I find I just cannot wipe the smile off my face.
Did I really want that dream to end?

Stupid stupid me.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 14, 2018 ⏰

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