Alexander Saunders was adored by all, being the teenage heartthrob on the big screen, as Elizabeth Sutton sat in silence. That was until Alexander was signed with Elizabeth's father and her life was flipped upside down by just one incredibly talente...
The breeze intertwined with my hair, strands of it dancing with one another. I was in front of him but surely running out of breath but I didn't want to be stopped. I didn't want to be seen as a girl who couldn't keep up. I wanted him to know I could keep up with him with whatever he did. I kept forcing my legs to work, not running like that since Father, Mother and I had all raced to the house back from town when I was much younger. That never happened again after I was seven, they were simply too busy with their failing clients. I hadn't forgotten about Alexander and the fear of him leaving. It was tucked at the back of my mind, not wanting to insist that it would, in fact, take place in the near future. On the way, we passed by the house. To my luck neither Mother nor Father sat with the doors open, assuming they were both consumed with Caroline at hers. Becky however, I didn't look for. I knew my cheeks were rising to a new shade of red but I didn't stop, I didn't want to, not just yet. It was the last stretch of gravel until the tennis court, the equipment garage sat untouched for years. But that is when I slowed myself, hearing Alexander behind me, "I'm going to make a strawberry smoothie!" referring to the strawberries he had just ate.
I couldn't help but laugh and that caused me slow down, him passing me with his wobbly legs. Nevertheless, I caught him. Hand grabbing his as his back then leant against the wall. I feared my breath would smell for whatever reason, so close as my body pressed against his or it would flop onto the ground. The weather had cleared up on the other hand, giving us less reason for us to of ran home. Alexander's hair was damp from the rain as I knew mine was the same. I took the opportunity to let my free hand wrap around his other wrist that had an elastic band sitting on it. My fingers played with it for a second, my stomach still pressed into him as I looked down. I could feel his breath on my forehead, him leaning closer as if he wanted me to notice. Oh, I noticed. Every thing he did I seemed to notice. I let my eyes travel upwards, up from his chest to his lips, to his eyes, to his lips and to his eyes again. Flecks of green swam in the pools of blue. Back to his lips, I was lost. The round, soft curves of how perfect he was and how I wanted him to be mine. I saw this as a sign of rebellion, that I was more than a plain girl. But a girl who wanted something, someone.
My eyes traced his cheeks, searching for the sunburn and freckles I hadn't managed to see up close. "I won," he whispered, breathless still. My heart seemed to be the bass-line of a song. Still smiling, he was. The cheeky smirk he had that made his eyes do the same.
"Not the way I see it," that was the moment I took my chance. I did not know if he wanted the same as me, all I knew is that I had to take that chance before it would be unavailable forever. Our lips gently pressed together, the warmness of his heating the coldness of mine. Sensations of worries burst into flames as they no longer existed. I had kissed before, but nothing like that. Throughout the kiss, heads turning to fit together, his fingers made their way to mine, loosening my grip on him. Alexander made a sound, a muffled sound. I hoped it wasn't to stop, I hoped it was to keep going as we were. His hands locked with mine, going behind my back to press me more with him; a hug without the arms and a kiss in the middle.
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I knew it was dangerous to daydream. I knew this because Mother always repeated herself, telling me not to. But I couldn't help myself. After what had just occurred, it was impossible for anyone not to.
Moments into what I had realised what we were in fact doing, that it wasn't a dream and that my lips were touching his, the way I meant for it to happen - I broke it off gently, hoping it wouldn't scare him off. But without saying I word, I left him standing there, still pinned up against the wall. I intended for myself not to look back, no quick glances but I did. There he was, still stuck there, looking bad at me with questioning eyes. If I could of ran, I would of but I feared to of passed out due to low blood sugar or the wobbling in my knees. Once I got to the house, I took myself inside along with the flailing cloud bubbles above my head. The sun had dried my hair slightly, the ends only a little bit damp. Jealous of the presence with Alexander, wishing I had stayed but grateful that I fled. "How was town?" Becky sat in my chair, flicking through a notebook. I thought she knew, I thought my secret was kept up until she was sitting there, asking me that.
"It was normal," I said, trying to tear all traces of Alexander 'vibes' that I knew Becky could sniff out.
She smirked before looking up at me, "I'm guessing the shower of rain caught you just in time?" I nodded, the kiss resonating slightly. It felt as though his lips were still there, trying to make me want him more than I already did. Becky's eyes revisited her notebook, worries subsiding. She didn't know, not in the slightest, only waiting for me to arrive home to tease me about the rain.
I took myself to my room in complete silence, not asking whether Mother and Father had gone to Caroline's - just wanting to let it all sink in. The secret I had was kept, the tiniest part of me wanting to spill everything to Becky. Drop everything and tell her about how his lips grazed over mine and how he smelt of cigarettes, alcohol and cologne. I didn't mind the smell, it was the smell that was going to help me remember that moment. The first time we had been close.
Although, there was a part of me that felt guilty for kissing him. I recalled not knowing him entirely, that it went too fast, the weeks that we had made eye contact, smiled slightly or talked about stuff that I wouldn't seem to ask anyone else. Why with him did I feel the need to dig deeper? Why did I want to know more? Why did I want him to be close to me? The answer was simple, but after that kiss, everything truly seemed to become a wonderland.
