[6] Katie

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Aiden,

Kissed,

You!

You can’t believe,

That something so wonderful,

Could happen to you.

You step into the cold,

Side by side.

Do you have a ride home?

You’re supposed to call your mom,

But it would take twenty minutes,

For her to get here.

You shake your head no,

And Aiden takes your hand.

He leads you towards a blue car,

And holds open your door.

Once your inside,

And on your way home,

You decide it’s time to talk.

You ask him one word.

Why?

Aiden sighs,

Through clenched teeth.

There’s a lot you don’t know,

About my life, Katie.

You think about that,

And whisper for him to tell you what you don’t know.

It’s not that easy,

He doesn’t meet your eyes,

And you ask why.

Because you would have to be in my position,

You tell him you’re good at putting,

Yourself,

In,

Others,

Shoes.

Perfection is everything.

He says no more,

And you leave it at that.

The look on his face,

Tells you he is stressed,

Because this is a touchy subject.

Upset,

Because no one can be perfect.

Angry,

Because no one understands.

What about you?

He finally spits out,

And you don’t know how to respond.

You had told your parents your reasons,

A,

Million,

Times.

And they never believed you.

Would Aiden?

So you tell him,

You want to be pretty.

You want to lose weight.

You want to be popular.

He pulls in your driveway,

And locks the doors.

There’s no escaping,

The lecture that’s coming.

You are pretty,

He throws his hands out around him.

Your gorgeous, Katie!

You’re way too skinny,

And popularity is a stupid game no one should play.

You object,

And tell him he’s wrong.

Just like you’re parents,

He doesn’t understand.

If you weren’t pretty,

Would I do this?

He leans towards you,

And grabs your face in his hands.

His lips brush yours,

And,

You,

Fly.

Fireworks explode,

Inside,

You're,

Heart.

When he pulls away,

Reality hits you,

Hard.

You pull up the lock on the door,

And climb out.

Katie?

Where are you going?

You lean into the car,

And tell him he doesn’t understand.

What,

That you’re beautiful?

What don’t I understand?

Your voice is a whisper.

The pressure.

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