Toothpaste Kisses

Chapter 36

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Hola! So I hope you are enjoying your summer holidays/start of school >.< I have been on a wee but of a role lately and so the chapters will be up quickly... only 2 more chapters after this and an epilogue and then TPK is to a close *queue bitter sweet feels*

I was wondering; I only have 50 something reads until I hit 10K. Would you possibly be able to get me that by the time I update my epilogue sometime before my summer ends? I will love you until I die; honestly, I mean it ;)

CHAPTER 36

“I don’t believe we’re doing this.”

His fingers kneaded into my shoulders and an easy smile spread across my face as I relaxed. “Believe it, Little Brit,” he breathed and I slipped into his embrace, leaning up against his chest.

The last few days had been great; we had all easily fallen back into how things used to be. Noah and I had been teasing each other, Nick and I squabbled – Nick being generous enough to pull Noah into some of them, Dad didn’t talk to me, Mum fussed over my weight and my pallor. The house was full with the cousins around but it still felt like old times.

After days and days of whining to Mum and Nick, I had finally been taken off wedding duties for the afternoon and with Noah we now stood outside the bottle green rusting gates of my high school. To the side was a slab of concrete where the trees hung over head, green and full in the summertime; and that’s where we stood, waiting for the dull bell to go off inside.

And with a few minutes it did and I was bouncing on the balls of my feet.

A minute went and then they started rushing out; an assortment of armpit-chafing-high backpacks, heavily applied eyebrows and foundation, and liberty-statue effect hairstyles, screaming girls and too-doped-to-care boys and within all those polo-wearing midgets; the tie wearers.  

Strapped to the sixth formers’ chests were ring binders, on their shoulders or backs; heavy bags. Their hair all in a messy fashion, makeup more natural, manner more relaxed and attire straighter. I saw familiar person after familiar person; Becky from biology, Sarah from my year eight cooking class, Dylan from form.

And then were three – four – I found myself grinning at when my eyes landed on them; Molly, Bobbie, Harmony and to my surprise – Chris; his hand wound with Harmony’s.

They hadn’t spotted me yet but I soaked them in with a big grin on my face. Molly’s hair was – as always – up in a ponytail with her highlighted curls swaying from side to side as she walked. She was snorting at something Bobbie was saying and from here I could see her eyes roll. To her left was Bobbie, towering at least a head above, whose hair was to the side in messy curls as she went on and on animatedly. And then finally was Harmony who was whispering away to Chris, a small smile on her lips and a blush to her cheeks.

And why was I not informed of this? I couldn’t help but ask myself as this happiness washed over me. Finally, though; they had got their act together.

Through the gates the four walked and as they were to pass me, to disappear into the bus park did I pipe up with a smile. “Wazzup, Mother puckers?!” It was Chris who caught the words and turning he pulled Harm into a stop.

“Chris, are you okay?” Chris’ eyes were locked on mine, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips puckered in confusion. Harmony’s eyes skimmed past her – well, whatever he was – and landed on me. She gasped and letting go of Chris’ hand she started towards me “Chris; you can see her, right?”