When The Good Boy Meets The Whore...

Chapter 12- Kiss

《 Her blue eyes were his power whilst his smile was her strength...》

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"You, Sasha and Elizabeth have been friends since the sixth grade?" I ask her, a tad bit startled. Three of them did have a lot of memories stored inside the albums.

"Yeah. They have always been around since then and didn't really leave my side, although Sasha and London could be real bitches sometimes. Beth is different, she is a real friend."

"Yeah, I can see that. You've got a lot of lone pictures with Elizabeth compared to the rest two."

"I've always clicked at least one picture of my friends and stuck it in the album."

"Really? Then why don't I see my picture here?" I asked her rather too confidently as if accusing her of a crime that she had not committed. I swear to God, if she blew me off right now, I don't really want to see the sunshine tomorrow.

You should've been a soap opera actress, drama queen!

The annoying voice in my head chipped again.

Thanks for your input little voice.

"Because you're about to be added about this time. Which is now." Abigail grabbed my attention, as she stood in front of me with her light auburn Polaroid.

I gave her the you're-not-kidding-me- look which she returned with a monotonous expression.

"C'mon." She pulls me up, placing the camera on the desk and posing for the picture. She had her left hand on my waist whilst I was just standing there a tad bit shocked.

"The timer is on mother fucker. Put your hand around me." She commanded, enthusiasm palpable in her voice and I did as she told. We smiled at the camera together, as it withdrew a picture out of it. Fanning it a few times, she places it over the nightstand. This time I wanted a real moment picture and so I did whatever clicked in my mind. We both stood against the camera, only this time I decide to grab her attention just a few seconds before the flash turns off.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand,successful. She had turned to me right before the flash went off. Although I had to hear her constant whining and empty threats. Shouting at me for one last time, she positioned in front of the camera. This time also I distracted her, but not by a tap on the shoulder but with a better-found weapon. I tickled her 5 seconds before the flash went off, to which both of us were laughing hysterically. And that's how we spent our next hour.

Fanning all the photos, we sat beside each other to check them out. The pictures had come way better than expected. Both the candid andnon-candid ones. Both of us fell in awe with the one where I tickled her and the one where she climbed over my shoulders. The moments were beyond perfect. Movie perfect. Even if trillions of shooting stars jolted by and I could wish upon each of them, yet I wouldn't be able to capture or redo such a moment in life. I looked at the Polaroids with a longing desire. Because for the first time I wanted to hold onto something for forever, for eternity and this wasn't worth letting it slip off. Her eyes held shin,e unlike the dullness she usually carries around. I could tell she was happy. Corny line coming up, but I want to be the one to make her happy all her life.

"If you're done dreaming about me, then dad called me and Tristy for dinner." She emphasised on the last name. I blushed until I realized that Tristy was not someone else but me.

"What?! Who on earth is Tristy?" I asked totally baffled. I thought I misheard it the last time.

"You honey. My dad loves you." She replied making kissy emojis.