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dying blades of grass. in a few months there would be frost, and home made snow cones with high fructose corn syrup dripping off the top of them. i didnt hold his hand in mine, it wasnt appropriate yet, although i thought about it. he accidentally touched my arm and drew back
we walked silently through the grass and past the trees our har becoming two blurs as we walked. out of my bag i pulled my eastern mountain sport beanie out of my bag and pulled it on. he chuckled warmly.
"did you always write like that?" he asked me.
"write like what?"
"like you do. like, always about blue sunsets and misty mountains, iron maiden music and teenage rebellion."
"because those are the things that have nitched me together. they come from within my soul."
"could i one day become one of those things?"
we had stopped in front of my dorm, his eyes were wide, and mine were moist because of what i had just heard.
i looked away and bit my lip. this was not reality, this was not how reality happened.
he pulled at my arm gently, his peta tshirt becoming visible in the light on the porch. his beautiful face and hair were shadowed in the dark but i could see them.
"ethan, i dont want to scare you away."
i moved my hair out of my eyes ever so slightly and held out my arms.
slowly he stepped into them, his chin on my shoulder.
i lifted his chin and held it to my face where i kissed his mouth, the newport cigarettes tasting pleasant.
our lips were soft and the kiss lasted awhile, our embrace warm and comforting.
"im sorry." he whispered.
"for what?" i asked.
"for kissing you." he whispered.
"i kissed you." i mumbled.
"i know, but..." he trailed off and kissed me again.
from his neck he removed a necklace i could not see in the dark. he slipped it around my neck and stroked my hair.
"i want to be with you." he said, his eyes becoming moist as well.
"you are." i whispered.
i went through the back of my dorm, the way i always did, slipping into my friends dorm. as usual, he wasnt there, his bed a crumpled mess, the window above his bed open to the dark.
in the shitty bathroom we shared, through the broken mirror i looked at the necklace to gave me. it was a dragon.
we walked silently through the grass and past the trees our har becoming two blurs as we walked. out of my bag i pulled my eastern mountain sport beanie out of my bag and pulled it on. he chuckled warmly.
"did you always write like that?" he asked me.
"write like what?"
"like you do. like, always about blue sunsets and misty mountains, iron maiden music and teenage rebellion."
"because those are the things that have nitched me together. they come from within my soul."
"could i one day become one of those things?"
we had stopped in front of my dorm, his eyes were wide, and mine were moist because of what i had just heard.
i looked away and bit my lip. this was not reality, this was not how reality happened.
he pulled at my arm gently, his peta tshirt becoming visible in the light on the porch. his beautiful face and hair were shadowed in the dark but i could see them.
"ethan, i dont want to scare you away."
i moved my hair out of my eyes ever so slightly and held out my arms.
slowly he stepped into them, his chin on my shoulder.
i lifted his chin and held it to my face where i kissed his mouth, the newport cigarettes tasting pleasant.
our lips were soft and the kiss lasted awhile, our embrace warm and comforting.
"im sorry." he whispered.
"for what?" i asked.
"for kissing you." he whispered.
"i kissed you." i mumbled.
"i know, but..." he trailed off and kissed me again.
from his neck he removed a necklace i could not see in the dark. he slipped it around my neck and stroked my hair.
"i want to be with you." he said, his eyes becoming moist as well.
"you are." i whispered.
i went through the back of my dorm, the way i always did, slipping into my friends dorm. as usual, he wasnt there, his bed a crumpled mess, the window above his bed open to the dark.
in the shitty bathroom we shared, through the broken mirror i looked at the necklace to gave me. it was a dragon.
PART FOUR
i woke up in my clothes, in the dorm room, my hair feeling cold. my mind felt distant, as i stumbled to remember..something..last night. my eyes shot open almost painfully and i rolled over. charles. i felt round my neck, and my hand caught the necklace he had given me, as cold as my hair. i liked everything that way.
my eyes and mind slowly woke up, in a sharp hazy sort of way, the hunger in my stomach reaching a peak. i felt confused. i didnt know what time it was, which classes people were at. i slid my cell phone out of my pocket and sighed. 9:30. i usually got up at 5:00. my whole day would now feel totally disorienting. rubbing my eyes, i undid my friends locker, which was where i kept my clothes. i slipped on my soft clothes; a hoodie, t shirt and cargo pants. all smelling clean, as i had done the laundry yesterday. after a quick shower i left to wander the campus. at this point, i feel that i need to explain more why i lived at a college that i didnt even go to, and how i really got away with it. first of all, i had learned to write professionally through my father and through extensive classes in high school. although i mainly wrote novels and poetry, i did journalism as well. i wrote alot for the college newspaper. they allowed me to stay at the college with my friend, free of charge. of course this set up had taken a few months, and quite a few important people. somehow in the long run, i had gotten my wish, and i was granted my request. i wrote about life, i wrote about death. i wrote about college experiences, classes, love, hate. from time to time, i tutored kids in writing, but that wasnt very often as i didnt really like it.
my eyes and mind slowly woke up, in a sharp hazy sort of way, the hunger in my stomach reaching a peak. i felt confused. i didnt know what time it was, which classes people were at. i slid my cell phone out of my pocket and sighed. 9:30. i usually got up at 5:00. my whole day would now feel totally disorienting. rubbing my eyes, i undid my friends locker, which was where i kept my clothes. i slipped on my soft clothes; a hoodie, t shirt and cargo pants. all smelling clean, as i had done the laundry yesterday. after a quick shower i left to wander the campus. at this point, i feel that i need to explain more why i lived at a college that i didnt even go to, and how i really got away with it. first of all, i had learned to write professionally through my father and through extensive classes in high school. although i mainly wrote novels and poetry, i did journalism as well. i wrote alot for the college newspaper. they allowed me to stay at the college with my friend, free of charge. of course this set up had taken a few months, and quite a few important people. somehow in the long run, i had gotten my wish, and i was granted my request. i wrote about life, i wrote about death. i wrote about college experiences, classes, love, hate. from time to time, i tutored kids in writing, but that wasnt very often as i didnt really like it.
