𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

she - e.d

765 words
based on the lyrics of "she" by dodie clark
first person

am i allowed to look at her like that?

she went on to tell me about her day, and caught me staring.

"what're you lookin' at, punk?" she spoke sarcastically. she lightly pushes my shoulder, i watch as her lips curl up into a warm smile. her cheeks became slightly flushed.

"nothing..." i smile just the slightest, trying my best to hide it from her.

could it be wrong when she's just so nice to look at?

she got up to take out a pillow and blanket for me since we were having a sleepover. her parents are out of town and she didn't want to sleep, alone, in an empty house.

the way her eyebrows furrowed just a bit when she was trying to find something, and the way her lips became slightly parted set off butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

i could stare at her for hours on end and not be bored one bit.

she smells like lemongrass and sleep.

a few yawns and tired sighs later and we decided to go to bed... despite it only being ten. i set up some pillows and blankets on the living room couch, which was two doors down from her bedroom.

fast forward a bit, it's midnight, when i wake up from a door creaking open. i look over the back of the couch to see her with her arms wrapped around her waist and one side of her hair tucked behind her ear.

"can you sleep with me?"

was all she said, and before i knew it i was holding her waist, her back fitting nicely into my chest, her hips pressed into mine. i know she sometimes struggles with falling asleep without the weight on her, like my arms. she says it's an anxiety thing.

"i'm just scared of something happening to my parents... especially after what happened to my aunt." she sounded scared, and worried. i felt so bad for her.

a year ago, her aunt was on her way to a business meeting out of town, and got into a car accident and passed. now, her parents are going in the same direction; the chances are extremely slim, but she's still so scared.

i held her tighter, and told her that it was gonna be okay, and that they were gonna be okay.

we quickly fell asleep. the faint smell of the lemongrass plants right outside her open window filled the room, and the dim, yellow-ish hallway lighting poured onto her floorboards. her wavy hair tickled my chin; it smelled like vanilla and somehow put me to sleep.

she tastes like apple juice and peach.

i wake up, hearing birds chirping and squinting at the bright sun shining down on the bed. i turned to my side and we're face to face. she eventually wakes up and smiles.

"hi." she speaks groggily.

"how'd you sleep?" i ask, considering she wanted me to sleep with her.

"good... what about you?" she sits up and takes a swig from the water bottle on her nightstand.

"same as you." i say, eyes fixed on her lips as she applies her favorite lip balm to them. how badly i want to kiss her isn't even a joke.

she looks back at me and sticks her tongue out before i hold the sides of her face and slam my lips onto hers. she was frozen at first, making me think i made a huge mistake, then i felt her fingers graze my shoulder blades and her lips move with mine.

we pulled away and our lips made a "pop" sound. both of our cheeks were dusted red, and it made her freckles stand out.

"you taste like apple juice and peach; i love it." i softly bump noses with her and she looks at my lips, grinning uncontrollably.

you would find her in a polaroid picture.

"can i take a picture of you? where's your camera?" i ask, getting up and looking through the stuff on her shelves. i was a photography student and right now my project was to take candids of the people i loved.

i find the orange polaroid camera and sit back where i was, next to her.

i took a picture of her holding her face up with her hand and leaning on her elbow, and with the morning sun shining in on her.

i shook the picture violently, making her laugh. we see the picture after it fully develops and she grabs it out of my hands, getting a sharpie and writing something on the bottom of it.

she handed it back and gave me a warm grin with it. the bottom read "apple juice and peach - may 23rd, 2019."

she giggles, "you're a great photographer." i blush and look down at the picture.

"don't send that one in, keep it for yourself." she smiles.

i smirk before kissing her sweet lips again.

she means everything to me.

that picture has been on my bedroom wall for years, never moved and never touched.

no one understands why she wrote what's written, but that's the beauty behind it. the fact that we keep those moments and sweet nothings to ourselves really shows that we don't care about what other people have to say about us. all that matters is that we mean something to each other;

and she means everything to me.

written 12 : 09 : 19

published 04 : 13 : 20

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