I thought I'd try my hand at writing a short story because lets face it; who wants to be studying for the HSC when there are much more interesting things you could be doing. So here it goes...
Nothing appealed to her more then lying in the grass and listening to songs about love and heartbreak because she couldn't seem to get it off her mind. Sweet notes filled her ears as she lay there, the long grass cradling her shape. The heat of the sun prickled though her jeans of deep blue while the chilled breeze danced across her bare skin where she had tied her top in a neat knot. Her mind drifted back to the night that had filled her thoughts.
Instantly she was back, the rough grass replaced by the smooth floor of the trampoline they had adopted as their place of rest. The empty space was filled with his presence and It was happening all over again. The warmth of the sun was overtaken with the warmth of his body against hers, his legs stretching the length of hers and his arm under her neck offered as a cushion of protection. She felt safe, comfortable while wrapped in him.
They discussed her infatuation with the stars, letting her guard down just a little hoping he would take the bait. The memory of the words shared drifted away as she was consumed with where her hand was placed. His hand open, welcoming, beckoned the company of her own. She met it without hesitation first just placed on top of his, then grasping his thumb, the awkwardness of the positioning not felt by her, only the naturalness of them joining together.
The regrets came flooding back, the interruptions. Blocking them out, new imaginings entered her mind. She fondled with his fingers, playfully entwining them with hers, moving them closer to their bodies. Her other hand rested upon his chest, his heartbeat trembling beneath her finger tips. She turned her head to meet his eyes and a smile expanded across her face, her blushed pink cheeks hidden in the darkness.
In that moment she wanted to tell him everything, that she would stay if he asked her, that she'd known all this time and just wanted for him to realise she was waiting. The fantasies, the plotting, the hesitation; it all became unbearable, she was going to burst, snap, yell.
Her friends told her that she shouldn't wait around, he wasn't worth it but she had felt it, experienced his touch and couldn't get it out of her head. She longed to relive it, replace the regrets with what she had wanted but time was ticking away and her chances of having another opportunity were slipping out of reach. Many times she had written the message, confronted her feelings but never had she gotten the courage to send it. Her doubts about his feelings were growing stronger and were starting to consume her.
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