Title: Your Body My Body The Sheets
Written by Me (don't steal!)
Dedicated to My Beloved Sister, Farrah
Note: Hope you enjoy this! =) (Hint, hint.)
Oh yes, this is half fictional and half nonfictional...so yeah :) It's meant to be imaginative. Uh huh, you know what I mean. Okay, here it goes.
In this story, I was Farrah. So yeah.
------------------------------------
How many seconds and minutes, passed us by and we don't even take note of them. We are not the athletes in the Olympic games; what is time to us, but a passer-by. We remember the faces of time, but they hold no significance to us.
However, I could still remember that night. Remember the night when we went for a camp with our beautiful set of friends - Mandy, Mike, and Lana?
It was supposed to be just another camp. You came along with us. You said you would only be with me until midnight. You lied to your parents, saying that you were going to Mike's birthday party. I did not feel bad about making you lie to your parents, for I was longing to see your face. Your smile could melt me, the solid me, to liquidified love. It had been three days since I saw your face and my heart was already aching for its remedy - you. And finally you came and my heartache vanished.
It was raining. I came to pick you up together with Mandy. We were soaking wet. Our mesh cages that held our round chest mounds could be seen and everyone thought we were losing our minds. Yes, we were losing our minds. Like how we were losing our way to you. The lightning roared and the thunder clapped in unison and occasionally we hugged against our soked bodies to assure ourselves that we were still breathing. We still had each other, but we needed to get you. You didn't know the way to the beach, just as we were clueless as to where you were waiting for us.
We took the wrong bus. Headed back to where we started. Cutting the story short, we saw you, in a black jacket, holding an umbrella above your head. Determined to get your attention, we cried our lungs out for you. But you took no notice. I sighed in exasperation. Mandy mumbled to herself. She has always been an impatient person, don't get angry with her. I am so used to all her whinings and lamentations, so I just ignored her mumbles.
Suddenly the thunder clapped again and we swore in unison. We cursed you for being so deaf. The rain grew stronger. But we still held on to each other. No umbrellas. Our legs were tensing up. We were chilled. Our hair were messed up, like our minds were, being hit by hundreds of thousands of rain drops. Disorientated we were, but you were still waiting for us. Hope never died for you. We were late for almost an hour, thanks to our poor sense of directions.
At last we got you. Our white shirts with our visible pink and black mesh cages. Mandy's black shorts and my checkered ugly bermudas. You took notice of my ugliness, and you grabbed by force, pushing your lips to mine. Mandy looked at us and blushed. Aww. Happy, Mandy and I went out in the rain, the rhythm of thunder and streaks of lightning. In danger, but we kept dancing under the rain. Passers-by looking at us in astonishment, but we kept dancing. You were so afraid of the rain.
We hurled words like "chicken", "princess", and "sissy" at you, jokingly. You took us away from the rain by our shirt tags. I know you meant well - you didn't want us to get sick, but we already were. Mandy was sick of being sheltered. I, was sick. Love sick. With you. You didn't know.
So we took the correct bus to the beach and after lunch, and countless of candid shots together, we went back to our camp. Mike and Lana were getting cosy together, drinking from the same glass. Mandy was the only single girl in our picnic camp. She was hoping that you would not stay for the night. You said you could not. But you ended up staying anyway. Mandy sulked, but she put on her best behavior. She knew she could do nothing. She was happy that she had her discman along with her, so she could shut herself off from whatever everyone else was doing.
I. You. The bed sheets. Under the sprinkling stars on the black space. That moment was priceless.
"Do you love me?" I asked.
"No," you said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I truly love you," you said.
Then you kissed me. I kissed you back. It was a chilly night. The sand was still wet. The salty air coated our bodies. Not delicious. But your lips still tasted ever so sweet to me.
We have always kissed. We never really got to touch. My mom and dad. They are the walls in between our love. They didn't like you to be with me. We never had the chance.
This is our chance. We took it.
We retreated back to our camp. Mandy was already intoxicated by the lullabies. Mike and Lana were still outside, admiring the twinkling stars, whispering sweet nothings to each other. This was our chance that we took.
We started off kissing each other. Passionately. Our tongues danced. Our bodies against each other. Your clothed body, my clothed body, the sheets. Nibbling each other. Naughty. Playful. Our clothes got into our way. Like our parents. My parents especially. Your hands were grabbing my back...and they slowly trailed to my clothes and you took them off, slowly. My hands did the same. You influenced me to do the same. I was under your spell. You were under mine. Your eyes looked particularly bright that night despite the essense of darkness.
Your naked body. My naked body. The sheets. Your masculine smell. My smell, the afternoon rain. Our hands did their work. Touching. Feeling. So did our tongues. Exploring. Our mouths moaning. Savoring the moment.
That moment. I am still remembering how it all happened. It was the best night I had with someone I truly loved with all my heart. We slept together. Got cold together. Close to each other, keeping ourselves warm like litters of kitties.
Morning came and we built sandcastles. Mandy was happy - she had a good breakfast, she said. Two slices of wholemeal bread, 1 tablespoon of peanut butter (mmmm.) and hot chocolate. She has always been a health conscious person, but she indulged in that hot chocolate. Like how I indulged you. Last night.
How I wish we could do that. Every single night.
3:41 p.m. - 2004-08-23
Recent entries:
kristian - 2008-09-04
For those who are concerned. - 2006-12-14
mindless self indulgent rant - 2006-03-12
i could feel my bones. - 2006-02-28
2006 woot. - 2006-02-24
My profile
Archives
Notes
Diaryland
Random
RSS
others:
gavin-joel
anorexicpoet
wolfstone
bender87
squishyvan
someday-
nateboxley
randomsnark
patient-
prettysprite
zigglett
brokenwords
hilaryjordan
morning-view
andlikedude
ladyofthefae
shaggybill
unclebob
oceans-depth
silverbiker
j-pizz
dani-lou
chicagojo
brian-writer
elixia
gingeryette
radiogurl
torato
beety-queen
sir-liver
bleedinbitch
karabats
jesbohn
wildcrazy13
rosytears
soft-parades
infinidox
braw
lightfallsup
therules
what-if-
mixtape-
aquietboy
girldivided
ablossomfell
chsturtle
that
tealeaves
science-girl
ditchwater
firewaterice
clarity25
soul-glimpse
endiary
p-o-y
idealistic
stillbeating
theghostgirl
almostalone
her-story
marn
lovemetwice
inaptbeauty
softplaces
love-metal
dark-doll
lovelybones
bloodstream
kex
alwaysinhim
jackthripper