prettygrrrl

"What are you doing?" "Crying." "What, without tears?" "...yeah." "Can I watch?" We were two birds perched on the same branch. He sat and fiddled with his iPod while I brooded over the daily news. It was an afternoon ritual of sitting on the same weathered bench, just by the park's main jogging route. Panting running partners and chatty mothers with strollers would breeze by, filling the air with a constant hum of sound. We never exchanged any words or gestures, save for that first day and its bizarre dialogue. There was comfort in our silence: no expectations, no pretentions, no presentations. Though Lord only knew why he enjoyed it. We

"Hey, one more thing." I looked up from fumbling for my keys. She beckoned at me, the skin of her long, bare arm soft in the parking-garage light. I stepped closer. She smiled, and leaned in. The cap of my hat bumped her forehead. We laughed nervously then, as the moment regained itself, our laughter died off and she slipped the hat from my head. Her lips tasted like bubblegum. I touched my fingers to my mouth while I waited for the exit gate to rise. My first girl-kiss. It tasted like candy - bubblegum. The pink kind. Like her lips. My laughter and fist punching must have made me look an idiot as I drove away, but I didn't care. I felt