Remembering Moments

Remember Us

*TRIGGER WARNING*

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Luke's Kiss was better than anything I had ever felt. I knew that I loved him, and I knew that I would rather be with him than Ashton, but the kiss only confirmed my feelings for him. His lips massaged mine ever so gently, as if I was so fragile and he had to be careful not to break me. I was still crying as his hands went protectively to my cheeks, and I could taste the saltiness of my tears between our lips, but he didn't seem to mind. When he was kissing me, everything melted away from my world, and my worries about Ashton were temporarily forgotten. There was no Ashton, no avery, no family possibly watching us from inside, there was only Luke and I. I yearned for more from him. I wanted him to show more affection towards me, rather than being so gentle,and I got this when I parted my lips slighty and it was instantly deepened.

The tears flowing from my eyes were instantly replaced by butterflies erupting in my stomack. Forget the phrase Butterflies in my stomach I had an entire zoo when he grabbed my hips and squeezed them gently, making me press myself closer to him and run my fingers into his hair. Everything about Luke was amazing. His hair was always perfectly done, just enough to look perfectly messy. His body was like that of the varsity football captain, even though he had never played a sport in his life, and his eyes.... His eyes were the perfect shade of blue, and they made me fall for him every time I looked at him. But most important was the way that he made me feel. Whenever Luke spoke to me, it was like he was talking to me as "his" girl rather than just a friend. I finally realized how Luke felt about me for so many years. I was falling for my best friend..... scratch that..... I was in love with him. I was in love with the boy that I had once made mud pies with.We had countless sleepovers and I had even fought with kids that made kissy faces at us. What I had never realized was that Luke only blushed when they did this. I had missed all the little details that had meant so much to him,and they were all flooding back just then.

My lips closed at the absence of his when he pulled away, resting his forehed against mine. His eyes stared into mine lovingly, and for once, I knew I could return the feeling.

"If you need anything babe, anything at all, let me know okay? I'm here for you." I looked at him for a moment,startled at what I had just heard.

"Babe?" His smile dropped from his mouth and he pulled away from me quickly.

"I'm sorry Amy. I didn't mean to, it just slipped."

"Its fine. I don't really mind it." I pulled him closer to me again and leaned in for one more kiss before I would go inside. His soft lips pressed against mine again, and we fit perfectly together. Our lips fit perfectly together like puzzle pieces for a second before I pulled away. I simply turned my back to him and opened the (thankfully) unlocked door. My back pressed to the door instantly. I could feel the dried tears on my face. It was pointless to try to wipe it, or the smile off of my face.But I was brought down from cloud nine when I saw my mother sitting on the couch and staring at me.

"Amethyst.. Youre wearing a pretty dress and crying and smiling, and your hair is an absolute mess. Tell me everything. I haven't seen you in two days, and I'm assuming I have alot to catch up on." i sat down on the coush and began to tell her everything. I told her about all of the flashbacks that I had and about going to see Luke, when he kissed me the first time and I pushed him away. I told her about Ashton's mom calling me and him cutting again. I told her about the fight we had and about how I had run to Luke's to talk afterwards. I loved replaying the movie in my head as I explained how amazing that Luke was man enough to let down his walls around me and cry. I briefly described our kiss and the argument with his mom. I told her about how I remembered every little detail about Avery. The hardest thing however, was Ashton's confession. Even she hadn't known, and she cried along with me when I was finished recounting the story. I made sure to wait until the very end to tell her about Luke. I built up to it, telling her about how he comforted me on the ride home, and how he had walked me to the door.