Fighting First Love

Love Is Bliss

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 Plop…

Ah, love.

It is an amazing feeling that consumes ones whole self, making life complete, and every obstacle easy to overcome. Especially if the love of your life is as amazing as my boyfriend Blayne. He's all I was thinking about while sitting at the island in our kitchen, chin resting on my hand, while aimlessly stirring the cereal in my bowl around too distracted to eat it.

Plop…

I thought of his gorgeous hazel eyes that lightened with laughter, and darkened with passion.

Plop…

I thought of his light brown hair with lighter shades of blonde throughout from all the time he spent in the sun surfing.

Plop…

I pictured his nice full lips that would have looked feminine on him if not for the strong jaw that surrounded it. Those lips were probably my favorite part of his face.

Plop…

Then my thoughts turned a little naughty when I pictured his 6’3” frame of long, lean, yet muscular body with a nice eight pack thrown in, Y-UM-MY.

Plop…

I was finally pulled from my thoughts when it registered that something had been repeatedly hitting my forehead while I was in boyfriend la la land. I shook my head to clear the love fog only to be faced with the hysterical laughter of my two brothers, and the sight of a handful of cheerios scattered around me. They both had tears in their dark brown eyes, identical to mine since we were triplets. Lance, older than me by two minutes was clutching his stomach like it was about to burst, while Leroy who I beat coming into the world by four minutes was pounding the table like a mad man almost in beat with his laughter.

Putting it all together, being hit in the forehead, the laughter, and the scattered cheerios, I knew exactly what they had been doing. Cheerio target practice, with the center of my forehead being the imaginary bulls eye. 

“Ha..ha..ha.. Very funny. What are you guys…10? Do I need to put you on time out?” I asked sarcastically, but unable to put any real venom behind my words because I was still floating on my love cloud as sappy as that was..

“That was too damn funny, we hit your forehead so many times, and you still stayed in your ‘Blayne Zone’!” Leroy said while catching his breath.

“Yeah, Lylah. It is just too easy to mess with you when you’re all ga ga over surfer boy. He’s really got you sprung, you would think after two years together you’d be out of that honey moon gag fest stage.” Lance added.