My Creative Writing

We Shouldn't Meet Like This

I stood at the edge of the field, readjusting my hat and pulling the hair out of my eyes. I started to regret leaving my wool coat, that hugged my frame lovingly, in the car. The chilly wind blew through my thin shirt and I rubbed my arms, trying to bring back some warmth. I started to push through the tall crops that blocked the path. Five minutes later, the path opened up into a clearing. Under a tall tree over to the side, she sat. I know we shouldn't meet like this, sneaking out into the middle of a secret clearing only we knew how to find. But at the same time, I felt the rush of nervousness and happiness I craved. I only felt this way around her. Sam, with her gorgeous hair that seemed to be a mix of the hues, brown, blonde, orange, and red. Her clear complexion, rosy cheeks and endless collection of freckles made me feel warm, despite the cold. People thought ill of her fashion sense, but I loved it. She always looked like a hippie. "My hippie", I called her. "There you are. You had me thinking that you weren't gonna show." Sam called in her beautiful voice that I could pick out of a lineup and always seemed to send a chill down my spine. Of course I would never tell her that bit of information. She was laid back against the tree as casually as if she lived here. In this field that concealed us. "Come on. Aren't you going to sit down?" She smiles and I can't help but to return it. I sit down next to her, looking into the basket she's holding. "What's this?" I asked. "Oh, its only, I don't know? The best thing in the world. Spicy pretzels." Sam smiled, knowing that I was a sucker for her recipe. I loved her more than anything. But of course, no one could ever find out. Girls weren't supposed to love other girls.