Au's Note:
This is a short story I know almost everyone has experienced. Love.
Hope you enjoy my first. ;)
Love and irregular heartbeats,
Your excellency
XOXX
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AROUND THE CARROUSEL RIDE.
It was quarter after nine and I was with my brother.
The wind was calm but I momentarily didn't
know what happened that suddenly it rushed
through my hair, surveying my body and as if
checking if there's something wrong.
My feet didn't cease from pacing almost half - around the ride; an abrupt plunge of feeling was
abstruse and detachable from inside me which
was unfamiliar. More like obnoxious, chaotic
that I don't want it.
Then, I came to cross one hundred and eighty - seven degrees of the circle; facing forth my left side - I saw him, apparently, laughing, gesturing his hand to touch his friend's for a sign of indeed embarked approval.
He was wearing brown denim jeans,
buttermilk shirt and around his wrist, a pair of
somewhat you - are - my - dude bracelet and I,
was on my instant, inane smile burst further
with more crooked curve.
Perplexed with what I did and actually with what I had felt, I managed to turn aback few steps - my prophetic but slow - catching mind at last told myself, "I DON'T KNOW HIM".
I continued, yet,
"KESSES!"
the familiarity of the prior voice who just called my name was nothing but making me tensed
because I know that mine (lips) was closely
stapled and the talking brain got idea not to
paste my eyes on the stranger but to just find
my way out the awkward circumstance.
Still I continued one last my unfinished backward - forward step.
He called out again, "HEY!"
I turned around and faced an as - if - I - didn't -
hear - the - first call peculiar face. Shocked, I
was glued on the sandy land where I stood,
flabbergasted, the gashing wind now blow my
hair many forwards and backwards and I
definitely assumed I looked dumb and rationally
a real state of someone to laugh at with.
John.
A senior high and stands 5'10.
He is my brother, the man behind the voice who accidentally broke my concealed assumption that it was the guy.
John, with his left arm like slapping for my
fast recovery sake, said, "THIS IS KEVIN, A
GOOD FRIEND OF MINE... (he was saying more
but I heard nothing)."
Kevin grinned more like he knew me already. He wore a buttermilk shirt with a note 'I LOVE MY GIRL', brown jeans and his right hand outstretched, arm extended.
I was so stupid not to notice my brother on his
side - because it felt like he stood alone,
sparkling.
Now, I was grasping for more air to
sanction my busted engine consisting my
passive brain, my sensible cardiac organ and my
literally rhetoric lips. Stupidly, I stood indignant
for myself for I was attached to him. I didn't
heat them say something due to KESSES - IS -
OFFLINE unavailability. My whole precious
attention was only for him.
Then, it faded, faded, faded one by one. The dark night gave me the emotion of having the primary, fast, weird beat of my heart, fast momentum of my sparkled eyes with my hair gleefully danced in
joy and the first malfunctioned of my intangible
brain.
And it all felt like it was the first when I was AROUND THE CARROUSEL RIDE.
