Nate
Monday, February 18, O9:4O p.m.
The thought of Bronwyn hasn't left my mind at all for these past few months. After everything that's happened I'm glad we can meet up like this, like before, but not exactly. Without all the murder case drama or the news vans following us, just two normal teenagers like it's supposed to be.
I arrive in front of Bronwyn's mansion like home and the door flies open right as I turn off my engine. I take a deep breath as I look at Bronwyn walking my way in her sweater dress and low boots. I feel a little nervous about hanging out with her again. The last time we actually hung out I decided to cut ties but this time I'll try to make her smile instead of cry.
Bronwyn awkwardly takes stand in front of me, she fidles a little bit with her hair before pointing at my bike as an attempt to lighten up the mood. "I don't know if I missed you or the motorbike more." She says with a goofy grin. I let out a small laugh before I reach out and wrap my arms around her waist taking her off guard. "I'm kidding." She quickly says as her eyes dance over my face trying to figure out my mind. Silence. She starts playing with the hem of my leather biker jacket as time passes slowly. I can't help the smile creeping up on my face when I watch her brows furrow in confusion over the lack of conversation between us. She doesn't notice that I've been staring at her reddish lips for a while now.
Her cheeks suddenly flush a light pink and she looks away, she noticed.
Her grey eyes that are more obvious now without the glasses flick towards mine, then down "Let's just go, what movie were we going to again-." I move my hand towards her face and pull her mouth towards mine. The light touch sends a warm wave through my body. Bronwyn moves her hands from my jacket towards my face as she kisses me back. Time seems to move differently and the cold winter air doesn't seem to do as much damage as usual, I wish we could stay like this a little longer.
