"Hey..." she interrupted. "Did you hear me... I said, 'I think Riley likes you!'"
"Yea... I heard loud and clear." I implied, as I pushed away from all the recount.
"Hey, you..." a decently (above average) guy gushed out towards us (or to me rather, as I rushed back to the ever so relatively present day... well... night) I'm sure that intricately dug deep into Nik's olive skin - not that she would divulge any sign that it had.
He, both had caught up to us as well as his breath. "...Ya feeling any better?" smiling like he had saved me from some big bad...err...thing. I gather what memories I could fester up through the haziness from the other night. Gathering no conformational details possibly triggered at Nik's own clutched conclusion, she gave no indication of much - except a tiny moseying glimpse of annoyance at Riley not having acknowledge her yet; quickly throwing the atrocity off as a simple, but an affective cattish smirk -
"Yea Riley, I'm feeling just less of good," scanning the ground as I wisely spoke; embarrassed of what I might have possibly done last that night.
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'Moon Shapes'
Ficción GeneralTwo POV narratives, woven into one unimaginable terror! "What do you believe is real or is it all an elaborate nightmare?" When Danni and her best friend, Nikki, move to their apartment near school campus, things quickly begin to warp out of their...
