Short Stories

Summer (2)

Tell me if you think this is fake, or some sick joke, or if it's just wrong. It looks wrong doesn't it? 

It doesn't feel wrong to me somehow. It feels so right, everything feels so right.

A wise person once said : if you have to question yourself about doing something because you think other people won't approve of it , you should probably be doing it. Life is spontaneous and we need to learn to live it that way. Love is a normal part of everything. Liking is supposed to happen on a regular basis. Longing is for listening to sad music while you stare up at your ceiling at two in the morning. And heartbreak...you need to be able to survive heartbreak, get back up and be willing to have your heart broken again. 

Just because that's life and you don't see the beauty in it if you're constantly conscious about things you're supposed to be in an almost trance like mind set. An overactive mind is what I would call it. 

Finally I saw the beauty in life. That summer I finally understood. It was like I got high for the first time. Every second I spent in his presence was my high. He was my drug, my addiction, my sinful addiction. And I totally just caved. And I was okay with that. 

It was a warm summer evening. We sat on the cooling sand licking away at our ice cream. My favourite, classic vanilla in a waffle cone. Smith? He went with some unconventional flavour. Bold move.

We talked, for hours, watching the sun slowly slip into the dark blue horizon. It was truly a majestic sight, something I took for granted before him. Finally I was starting to see the real him and surprisingly it could be surfaced easily, all I had to do was try. 

" So Smith, You have many opinions. Let me hear your opinion on the infamous "Young Love". Do you think it actually exists?"  I said before stuffing more ice  cream in my mouth. The cold substance hit my teeth, causing my nerves to go into hyper drive sending shocks throughout my mouth. I try my best to act normal and it barely passes.

" So you want my radical opinions on young love, Young." I smile at his mention of my last name, I've come to love the way it rolls off his lips. 

" My opinion is that it doesn't truly exist. Everyone might think they "love this guy or this girl" but I think that it's just a deep infatuation with the person combined with a bond or relationship as well as relatable topics and things in common. I don't doubt that people really like each other but love is much more than stupid teenagers that don't know their left leg from their right."

I saw his point clearly. Did I agree with EVERYTHING he said. Maybe not.

" So what is love Smith?" I ask looking at him. His face glowed with the warm monochromatic colours of the sunset. I loved staring at him. His eyes connected with  mine and it was as if an electric current sparked at the back of my eyes and ran its way down the whole of my body. The feeling so intense it almost paralyzes me.

"That, Ms. Ametheist Young is a question that will be answered at a later date. For now, that is, teenage love doesn't exist. Now can we watch the sunset without getting too mushy."

I was offended that he said that, because I was starting to fall in love with Alejandro Smith.

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Summer was passing like a cool breeze, light, enjoyable, refreshing...until reality hit me. Now my mind is an over-active mine field that I'm constantly dancing around. Alejandro is everywhere. I see him every time I close my eyes. To be next to him made my insides churn. This was a different feeling. Alejandro has now infected my mind, sick, sick paradoxes that keep popping into my head of him and I. To me it looked like a great possibility. A possibility that I was willing to grab by the horns and tug...

Marching to his house I knocked furiously and I was instantly let in by his mother. After the brief formalities I ferociously stalked to his room and snatched the door open. There he was, in his shirtless glory and how beautiful it was to see his bear skin. He looked at me questioningly as he slowly dragged himself off the bed.

"I don't suppose you've come to tell me I've won the lottery?" he asks pointedly.

"I no...wait what? No no obviously not! You can't even legally participate in it." Taking a breath I watch as he shrugs.

"Anyways I just came to say that... well I just needed to.." at this point different objects in his room captivated my interest. Taking a deep breath in I started again, "Alejandro you know what I'll just say it. I like you, a lot. I think you're an incredible person and that...I don't know if I can ever be the same if you..." wait where was I going with that?  

Now I felt lost, I had just rambled on and on to the point of no return, now there was no point.

"Do you know what, just disregard everything I just said...I um, I'm going to leave." and with my head turned down I slowly turned around and started my retreat back to my house. As I was half way through his bedroom door he finally spoke.

"Ametheist." Immediately I melted.