Teen Chronicles I.
We were in the library when it happened. Your lips were chapped and my lips were covered in a 50 cent lipbalm I got with some money I found on the floor. We were whispering, back and forth our words flew. No heavy meaning tied to them, just light conversation but it still felt like something. Our conversations always feel like something. You stopped answering after a while, and watched me. You watched me flip through the pages of a book I had found, quickly skimming the last paragraph to see if the ending was any good. I asked you what you were looking at, and instead of saying "nothing," you said "you." I smiled. You smiled.
Then you were so close to me, so close that I wanted you to touch me, and you did. You finally, finally did. Your hands fit right on my cheeks so perfectly and your lips found the path to mine as if you had thought about this a million times. I dropped the book I had in my hands and wrapped myself around you, tightly coiled like a spring. You smelled like soap and warmth and home, and it was just what I was waiting for and everything that I needed.
We pulled apart and you walked me home. We were smiling and kissing and laughing the whole way. What took us so damn long?
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