If you've never kissed anyone, I feel sorry for you, because the feeling of another person's lips against yours is indescribable, so I won't even try. All I can say is that I wish it lasted longer.
My eyes were shut, and the music was perfect, but then we pulled away from each other. The warmth of his lips still lingering on mine.
"Whoops" I whisper. "Whoops indeed" He smirks and we laugh a little. It would have been thrilling to tell you that everything changed after this, but it didn't. We were still Cat and Evan, friends, but we didn't mind.
"Okay, so this next song is a cover of our favorite band." Kathy proclaims from stage. I turn around to look at her and feel Evans hands still wrapped around me like a warm shield.
As the band starts playing 'Robbers' by The 1975, the whole crowd goes ballistic, and I can see Seth grinning like a maniac as he strum away at his bass. I don't think I've ever seen him this happy. I don't think I've ever been this happy.
"This song is really good." Evan says from behind me. "It's one if my favorites." I say. "Oh, I don't think I've heard it before."
"Well that's because you have a really bad taste in music." I should probably be scared of insulting him. I did just kiss him a few minutes ago after all. But I think we're past that.
"Hey, I happen to have a great taste in music"
"You listen to the worst top 40 ever." I say, rolling my eyes at him while I smile. He scrunches his nose and laughs a bit, "Well then you need to educate me a bit, won't you?" He says.
"I'll be happy to be your guide to the awesome land of great music. I'll make you a mix tape of my favorites." I say, the song quickly coming to an end as we're talking. "How romantic," He pretend mocks and I shiver. "God no, you know what I feel about clichés like that."
The whole thought of 'ordinarity' makes me want to puke, I really hope someone smothers me with a pillow if I ever let a boy give me red roses and write me love letters or something. It may be cute, but can't people be a little more creative? Why can't something grand happen, a big adventure where you have no idea what the outcome will be. Yeah, that's my kind of thing.
"I know, I'm just teasing you," He buries his face in my hair and I smile, already thinking of what songs to put on the mix tape.
The band plays song after song, and after a while, i realize I've heard some of the before. My eyes flutter shut and I am no longer in a bar packed with people, I am alone in my room, trying to loose myself in a book. Keyword: Trying. I couldn't concentrate, and I found myself reading the same paragraph over and over again. The music coming from Seth's room was too distracting.
"Seth!" I cried out, rolling out of bed and stomping towards his room. "What the fuck are you doing?" I slam open the door and see him sitting in his windowsill with a guitar perched on his lap.
"I'm playing guitar," He says, a puzzled look on his face. Since when did he play guitar? "Could you please stop? I'm trying to read." I said and he nodded agreeing to try to keep it down.
He didn't.
Not a single day went by without him playing loudly on his guitar and me barging trough his door and yelled at him to keep it down. It only got worse when he started playing the bass.
His playing was one of the things I missed the most when we got torn away from each other, it always seemed so silent in the house, too silent. But now I could hear the same songs played not only for me, but for over a hundred people in a bar. My heart is bursting with pride for what he has accomplished. He has gone from playing alone in his room to this, in no time at all. I can't wait to hear the story.
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The Bucketlist Bitches
Genç Kurgu"I learned a lot about falling in love when I fell out of love, I learned a lot about being a friend when i was alone."