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Hey guys I'm back with another piece! It's really short but I hope you guys like it. I know I've been horrible about updating my other multi-chapter fic. I'm really sorry! My only (weak) excuse is that I'm in tenth now. But I have a five month break after this (yay!) and Im going to set about finishing my fics, altho my readers are probably sick of me. Neway, enjoy this piece and please, please review.
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I'm free! I realize as I sit run out into the pouring rain, leaving my friends to party inside. I want to be alone for a change. I leave behind my inhibitions for once and soon I'm spinning round and round until I fall into a dizzy heap on the grass.
And then I see him. My head's spinning. I don't know if it's because I was dancing in circles or because…nahh I'm too much of a coward to admit it, even now, before we go our separate ways. He's on the other side of the field. Just standing there; getting drenched in those mud-spattered cricket whites of his. I realize that there's nothing I can do to fix my appearance. My dress is wet and clinging most unflatteringly to me; my hair's been reduced to stringy noodle like strands and I bet my make up's gone.
Before I can start to panic about that, I see him approaching me. He's throwing his beloved cricket ball up and down, caressing it almost, and I know he'll miss this place as much as I will. I think about all that has happened this year. I remember the good and the bad, the fights and the shy looks. I remember my crush and I laugh.
Suddenly he's right beside me and asking me why I'm laughing. I don't reply. How can I tell him I'm laughing because of my enormous crush on him? Instead, I hesitantly pat the spot next to me, not really expecting him to take me up on the offer. But he does.
We sit in comfortable silence for a long time, not really feeling the need to talk. I turn slightly to study his profile. He's grown up a lot in the past few years. Suddenly, he glances at me and I blush to be caught. I look down and see that his hand is just inches from mine. He could take it, if he wanted but I doubt he does. I feel his gaze on me and I look up slowly. His eyes are boring into mine and I don't think I have the strength to look away. He tentatively takes my cold hand in his warm one. He closes the distance between us. And then I forget to breathe.
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Liked it? Hope so! Was it too short? I feel it's a bit short but adding dialogue would be tricky as it might affect the pace of the story. Anyway, tell me about it. *hint* Btw please suggest a name guys! I'm out of ideas.
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I'm free! I realize as I sit run out into the pouring rain, leaving my friends to party inside. I want to be alone for a change. I leave behind my inhibitions for once and soon I'm spinning round and round until I fall into a dizzy heap on the grass.
And then I see him. My head's spinning. I don't know if it's because I was dancing in circles or because…nahh I'm too much of a coward to admit it, even now, before we go our separate ways. He's on the other side of the field. Just standing there; getting drenched in those mud-spattered cricket whites of his. I realize that there's nothing I can do to fix my appearance. My dress is wet and clinging most unflatteringly to me; my hair's been reduced to stringy noodle like strands and I bet my make up's gone.
Before I can start to panic about that, I see him approaching me. He's throwing his beloved cricket ball up and down, caressing it almost, and I know he'll miss this place as much as I will. I think about all that has happened this year. I remember the good and the bad, the fights and the shy looks. I remember my crush and I laugh.
Suddenly he's right beside me and asking me why I'm laughing. I don't reply. How can I tell him I'm laughing because of my enormous crush on him? Instead, I hesitantly pat the spot next to me, not really expecting him to take me up on the offer. But he does.
We sit in comfortable silence for a long time, not really feeling the need to talk. I turn slightly to study his profile. He's grown up a lot in the past few years. Suddenly, he glances at me and I blush to be caught. I look down and see that his hand is just inches from mine. He could take it, if he wanted but I doubt he does. I feel his gaze on me and I look up slowly. His eyes are boring into mine and I don't think I have the strength to look away. He tentatively takes my cold hand in his warm one. He closes the distance between us. And then I forget to breathe.
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Liked it? Hope so! Was it too short? I feel it's a bit short but adding dialogue would be tricky as it might affect the pace of the story. Anyway, tell me about it. *hint* Btw please suggest a name guys! I'm out of ideas.
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