Elledoll2013
07-06-2014, 11:40 AM
Hello there! My name is Elle and I'm new to the forum. This is my first (very short) short story that I'm sharing and I hope you enjoy it. I appreciate all feedback, as I know my writing is quite lacking. Thanks for viewing and I hope to hear from you! :)
That whole night had happened a little too drunkenly I realize, as I look back on it now. My gaze, darting back and forth across the room, always wanting to stop on you. Your eyes appeared a little glazed over, as you peered at me from your end of the futon. My hand resting on your knee for a few seconds too long after I had finished talking to you. Your arm, slowly sliding down the back of the couch onto my shoulders. All those things seemed so innocent: actions performed by two drunk college kids, too afraid to make a move on each other while sober.
I felt it. The scared, yet confident air you were giving off when you leaned in to hug me. We embraced and I breathed in your scent, a mixture of Polo Blue and the strong smell of liquor. The hug was all too quick, though I wished it could have gone on forever. And then, as quickly as you had entered my night, you left it. Disappearing into the chilly April air like the sun disappears before a rain storm.
You were gone, and sitting on the floor of my dorm room, I had never wanted anything more in my life, than to be kissed by you.
I had so many questions though: What would it have been life, had we kissed? Would it have changed our friendship? For better? For worse? What would it have been like, my Jägar flavored lips, meeting yours that I could only imagine tasted like the warmth of the Fireball you drank that night. Would our friends have approved? But the question I wanted answered most I knew only time would tell: Would you remember the connection we had?
That whole night had happened a little too drunkenly I realize, as I look back on it now. My gaze, darting back and forth across the room, always wanting to stop on you. Your eyes appeared a little glazed over, as you peered at me from your end of the futon. My hand resting on your knee for a few seconds too long after I had finished talking to you. Your arm, slowly sliding down the back of the couch onto my shoulders. All those things seemed so innocent: actions performed by two drunk college kids, too afraid to make a move on each other while sober.
I felt it. The scared, yet confident air you were giving off when you leaned in to hug me. We embraced and I breathed in your scent, a mixture of Polo Blue and the strong smell of liquor. The hug was all too quick, though I wished it could have gone on forever. And then, as quickly as you had entered my night, you left it. Disappearing into the chilly April air like the sun disappears before a rain storm.
You were gone, and sitting on the floor of my dorm room, I had never wanted anything more in my life, than to be kissed by you.
I had so many questions though: What would it have been life, had we kissed? Would it have changed our friendship? For better? For worse? What would it have been like, my Jägar flavored lips, meeting yours that I could only imagine tasted like the warmth of the Fireball you drank that night. Would our friends have approved? But the question I wanted answered most I knew only time would tell: Would you remember the connection we had?