Paradise

Chapter One

One // Lead The Way

        The vibration of the table as my fist connected with it ran through my body as I grunted in frustration. The booze wasn’t helping. In fact, I felt like it was only intesifying the pain; or at least making me more aware of it. I felt like screaming, I didn’t know what to do. 

        I needed to move. Leave. Escape. 

        Stumbling to my feet, I barely remembered to grab my jacket before stuttering through the door of my flat and down the quiet, dimly-lit street. This had to be the worst Saturday of my life. I could feel the jangle of my keys in my pocket, and the slight frost that was still attached to my latest beer, but I could care less. 

        My thoughts were on overdrive, and they needed to stop. Like, now. 

        Then, I saw her. Her back was turned, her jean cover-up coming to the back of her knees. Long, dark hair sat in a half-heated bun on top of her head. A soft laugh escaped her at whatever her friend had said. They didn’t see me yet; good.

        Finishing off the beer, I threw it aside effictively smashing it. That got the girls attention. They turned away from the barrel fire, toward my general direction. My hand raked through my quiff, before i stepped into their light. “Hi ladies,” I slurred. “What’s got you two out so late.” I could tell it was the early morning. 

        Meeting eachothers eyes they both shrugged before the friend annouced, “The usual; avoiding problems,” I saw the brunette tug her sleeve a little, “My name is Julie, and this is Brooke. You are?”

        I panicked. What if they recognize me? Wait, if they do what then? I’m not famous anymore. I shouldn’t care. “Jeremiah.” 

        “Well, Jeremiah,” Brooke piped. “You want a cigarette?”

        “Would love one.”

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        Brooke and Julie were amazing. Both laidback, never bringing up anything personal just talking about the latest bands (luckily not including mine), and non-important stuff. I often found myself staring at Brooke. Her softly-glossed lips, the thick eyelashes that framed depth-defining eyes, the way her nose would twitch when the cigarette butt got too close for her liking. 

        Julie, noticing this, smirked. Brooke was oblivious. 

        Right now we were all leaning against the now put-out fire barrel. Brooke was sharing a story about how her co-worker, Kira, has mistaken a raccoon for her cat Puffles. Her head rested apon my shoulder. Suddenly, our eyes met, and I couldn’t help myself.

        I leaned down, and I kissed her. Her lips tasted of a berry of some sort and I instantly wanted more. My hand cupped her jaw and I deeped it, my teeth grazing her bottom lip asking for entrance. It had to have been a couple minutes before we both pulled back for breath. My forehead rested on hers, and I panted lightly upon her smooth, plump lips. 

        “Wanna head back to my place?”

        “Lead the way.”

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