V I C I O U S L Y V A L E N T I N A

In which an unsatisfyed girl, lives viciously.

We looked at the gloomy sky above us, as we lay on our backs. The large, unfinished house, with swamp colored bricks, and it's peak was so rugged it appeared, as though, it was scraping the dark bruised sky.

"You are like the thrill I get in my stomach when a car rushes by, when you rode️ with me on our bikes. You are that brief, yet startling sound, that the engine inside of it made. You are my reality check.", I elaborated, with a blush dusting my cheeks.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He laughed out, making me blush even harder, wrapping my arms across my chest.

I sighed, looking at the frosty cloud that my breath had formed before my face.

"You have this indescribable... it's such a brief feeling, that it makes you so much more" I said, if it was possible, I was blushing harder. " you're like the thoughts Picasso had, that never made it to the canvas" i chuckled, I'm basically trudging through my own cheesiness.

There was a short, yet noticeable pause before his response.

I turned sideways to try and tell what he was thinking about. He wore a turbulent expression, and his eyebrows were furrowed. I think he knew what I meant, and wasn't willing to admit it anytime soon. He let out a breath before proving my point right, and saying,

"I'm just going to keep quiet, because we both know I have no idea what that means, and the moment is really serene right now, so you'll explain tomorrow? " He said slowly, making sure not to mess up. Intertwining his long fingers with mine, and bringing the back of my hand up to his lips, kissing me softly. This sent chills through my arm.

I let out a chuckle.

"Okay." I said closing my eyes, letting the blush slowly fade, and pressed my hand harder against his mouth.
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Fletcher Tiberius Faust
Valentina Conner Yorke