Eden shoved a hand into his hoodie pocket, meeting his beaten up phone, his free one on the back of his neck. A goofy grin was plastered onto his golden brown face as he made his way down the thin pathway. He'd seen her again.
He'd seen her again.
The girl had kept him up the whole night, he was itching to see her awkward smile, and to hopefully even hear her laugh. He chuckled, thinking back to their time in the cafeteria. He hadn't even known she went to the same high school as him. But, as soon as he saw a head of flaming red hair bobbing though the crowd of hungry teens, he had to at least check. It'd taken him a while to build the courage -- he even backed out twice. But in the end, his heart won, and he strutted over to her tiny blue table with false confidence and the illusion of familiarity.
Walking through the small iron gate, he made his way up the short drive, which led up to a small, quaint little thing. It was a bright shade of golden yellow, with just about every colour flower you could think of in the windowsills and lining the drive, all blooming brightly, or course. There were even a few rose bushes beneath the bright-white shuttered windows. His mom was a passionate gardener, and their front yard displayed her passions proudly.
"Mom? You home?" Eden called, kicking off his shoes and leaving them by the door. He'd get scolded for it later, but, that's not what mattered right now. This was important.
"In here, babe." His lips tilted up into a small smile as he shuffled his way the kitchen.
"Hi, mom." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, before taking a seat at the table, stripping off the thick hoodie.
"You have something to tell me?" His mother's thin brow jerked upwards, along with the right corner of her painted lips.
"Why'd you think that?" He couldn't help but grin. She knew him so well.
"I'm your momma, I can sense it." She chuckled playfully, setting down two steaming mugs.
"Thanks," He murmered, inhaling the scent of the chocolate brown liquid, wrapping his hands around the hot mug.
"Welcome," Mrs. Reed was a talkative woman, with eyes as bright as her sons, and skin the colour of coffee and hair the color of night, it was obvious who Eden favored most between his parents. The only thing he seemed to inherit from his long-gone father were his eyes: they were the color of gold and rust and grass and seas.
"So," She sipped her tea as he slurped his hot chocolate, sending him a disapproving look over her cup.
"Sorry," He wiped his large lips on the back of his hand, earning a sigh from his mother. "Sorry." He apoligzed again.
"Quit apologizing, would you?"
"Sorr-" He looked down at the table, chuckling as his cheeks began to warm.
She soon joined in, settling her cup on a wooden coaster. "So, tell me."
"Tell you what?" Eden furrowed his brows.
"Whatever you wanted to tell me." She stated simply.
"Wh- oh... Oh!" Elliot rubbed his hands together excitedly, leaning forward.
"I think I've fallen in love, mom."
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Chasing Eden
Genç Kurgu"All you have you do is take my hand, Haven. I could show you a world worth living." In which a boy and a girl literally collide in hesitance and awkwardness. c o p y r i g h t o f writteninouryouth t w o - t h o u s a n d - a n d - f o u r...
