We walk across the street and into the local McDonalds. AJ stands behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, burying his face in my hair.
“What do you want?” he murmurs in my ear.
“Mmm. Maybe a chocolate shake.”
“That’s all?”
“Yeah. I’m not that hungry,” I say, placing my hands on top of his.
“I can help you up here!” The cashier yells at us.
We move forward and AJ orders for us.
“That’ll be ready in five minutes,” the cashier shouts.
“Thanks,” I say as we walk away to wait.
AJ raises an eyebrow. “Someone is not having a good night.”
“Nope.”
After we gather our food, AJ insisted on a hamburger for me, we make our way to the trail to the beach. My fingers find his almost immediately after we leave the restaurant. I sip my chocolate shake as AJ talks about the newest acoustic guitar his dad bought him on Thursday.
“It’s so beautiful. It makes the most amazing sound when I play it. You’ll love it,” he says to me as we sit on the sand.
For the last month, AJ has been playing me the music he writes.
He has talent.
I love it when he plays for me. I can listen to him play and imagine what it would be like if we didn’t have the timers on our wrists.
“Ray, what would you do if I asked you to run away with me?” AJ asks me.
I immediately say, “I would go with you in a heartbeat.”
“Really?”
“I would spend the rest of my life with you if I could.”
AJ smiles and takes my hand. “I love you, Ray. I’ll follow you to the moon and back, five hundred times over.”
I think my heart exploded.
AJ leans in and brushes a strand of my hair away from my face.
I shiver as Goose bumps rise on my body.
“I love you too, AJ,” I say, leaning in as well.
“STOP WHERE YOU ARE!”
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Living on Blue Time
Short StoryFrom the time we are born there is always a clock. Wherever we go there is always a way to keep track of time. When we are born, the bright blue digital timer embedded in our right wrists is beautifully blank until we are ten years old. From that da...
