Prologue
Gracie
I thought it was destiny. Those two little kids, hopping around, holding hands. They were destined for each other. Maybe I was wrong. His decision.
Sam
Yeah, we were cute together. Definately. I thought maybe we would get together. But she doesn't seem into me. I thought she was the one. Maybe.
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Gracie
I was walking on the cement sidewalk, the wind brustling my chestnut hair, flapping it around in my face. This annoys me. I roll my eyes at the annoying pest, quickly walking toward the coffee shop, my destination. He was supposed to meet me here. Was he here? He was always here. I knew that, but yet scared myself with anxiety at the thought that he would miss our date. Wait, sorry. It wasn't a date. We never even talked about going out together.
Then I saw him, his red, wavy hair complimenting his face. He had a couple freckles here and there, but his eyes.. They were my favorite feature. Not his strong muscles. Not his bulky figure. But his deep, brown eyes that seemed to shoot through mine every time I see them.
"Hey."
Sam
I smile at her as I see her coming towards my table, sitting down across from me. I was mesmorized by her beautiful sea green eyes, I didn't hear her talking.
"Oh, hi." I finally snapped out of it, my elbows on the table in the disrespectful manner our teacher told us not to do. But it doesn't matter much to me, outside of school. Doesn't matter much to no one, except those cocky rich kids me and Gracie laugh at. Those stupid, phooney accent, along with those fancy clothes.
"What's up?" Gracie asked me, waving down a bored waiter, ordering iced tea. Her favorite.
"The usual." I reply with a propped eyebrow. Those eyes...
She nods, giggling. Ah, her famous giggle that gets me going. "Oh, I see." She reaches over, and locks her hand with my left. This will be the best thing we would get to, for me. I do get to wrap my arm around her shoulder. And her waist. But not much else. I wish.
Gracie
I smile sweetly as I gently grip his hand. Have you ever had that feeling when you know you like someone? You blush whenever you see them? Get that 'feeling'? This is what I feel everyday, when I see him.
Then my boyfriend came in. Man, always comes in at the wrong time. Every. Time. Sam instantly let go of my hand before Jake saw us, and resumed sipping his coffee.
"Hey, sweetie." Jake smiles at me, pulling up a chair next to me. I liked him at one point. But not anymore. He was a real jerk to Sam. I didn't want to break up with him, though. Reasons you wouldn't understand.
"Oh hey," I smile as he kisses my cheek. We never actually kissed on the lips. Everytime he tried I wouldn't let him. Gently push him away, say I had to go.
Sam
I try not to show my major disappointment. I never ratted out Jake in front of Gracie, never. We talked about him, yes. She always kept me up in their relationship, though I don't know why. It broke my heart. But then she would hold my hand, and say I was always her bestest friend. I rather doubt it. In preschool, probably. Not now, with all her popular friends. I was never popular. Not exactly. In the sixth grade, our teacher passed out and fell into a Gorilla enclosure. I saved her, when nobody stepped up. But yes, no biggie. I just faded out like I was before. Poof.
I silently stood up, forcing a smile at her. "Have fun." I nod, and walk outside. If she didn't have a boyfriend, yes, I would make a move on her. But all the guys want her. Who wouldn't? She was smart, funny. And that giggle...
Gracie
I sigh at Sam, not really understanding him. He always left when Jake came. Weird.
Then Jake talks again. He was always handsome. Everyone knew it. He was strong, built with a lot of muscle. He has slick dirty blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. And abs. But, that never mattered to me. All the popular girls talk to me now. They never did before. Only a month ago, when me and Jake went out.
"So, want to go on a walk?" He asks me. "To the beach?" I nod, standing up and just see the red streak walk out the door. Sam.
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I sit down, then he sits beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. He wasn't comforting like Sam. Mostly the opposite.
"Ah, nice sunset." Jake nods, pulling me even closer to him so our sides met. This makes me eye him ever so slightly, though my straight hair covered it.
"Yeah, I-" Then he roughly pulls our lips together, and I freeze, staring at him. This was my first kiss, not counting when I was in first grade and I thought a kid named Albert passed out. So, I did CPR on him, only to find out he was fine.
I let him go for a few seconds before I come to my senses and push him away with all my strength. "No, enough!" I yell out, so angry with myself to letting it get like this.
"What?"
"I hate you!"
"What?" He dumbly asks as I storm away, sobbing.
Sam
I have always watched their dates, their get-togethers. This one did not make me happy. I never knew she would do that if he kissed her. But he was rough, and agrivated at her for not doing it.
And instantly I'm running toward her, and she runs to her beach house. She's running up her stairs, and I'm running up towards her. "Gracie!" I yell and she saw me. Tears are coming down her cheek and my heart drops. Gracie had red eyes, but it made her sea green eyes even more beautiful.
"Wh-what?" Her voice broke and she sniffled, looking up at me. She was a small girl, about a foot shorter then me.
"Are you okay?" I ask with concern.
She nods, looking at the ground. Actually, this hits me. This was her first kiss, wasn't it? Other than that time in first grade, but Jake was her first boyfriend, and I had always watched them. A suckish first kiss. I move closer to her, and my hand carressed her cheek instinctively. I had never done this to her before. She looks up at me, just as I move in and brush my lips across her's.
Gracie
I stop, shell-shocked for a minute. Sam... Kissing me? But I find myself softly kissing him, unlike Jake's brutal force.
Then he pulls away, looking down at me.
"Why did you do that?" I ask.
"Oh. Sorry."
"What's to be sorry for?"
"For letting it get this way. With you and Jake."
"I let myself do it." I lean my forehead against his, trying not to make it noticeable I was standing on my tiptoes. Well, he does notice. He lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Both of us are staring at each other. Questioning each other's next move. Then he is walking inside my house.
Sam
I don't even know what I'm doing. Then I'm going to her room. Then I'm laying her down on her back with me on top of her.
Then I'm saying, "I love you."
For a minute it's silent. I think I've upset her, but then she says, "I love you, too." Then we're kissing. I tremble, not wanting to go far with this. She feels so small in my arms, but I pull away. Gracie knows we both don't want to go far. I tuck her under the covers, and walk out.
Gracie
I thought it was destiny. Those two little kids, hopping around, holding hands. They were destined for each other. Maybe I was wrong. His decision.
Sam
Yeah, we were cute together. Definately. I thought maybe we would get together. But she doesn't seem into me. I thought she was the one. Maybe.
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Gracie
I was walking on the cement sidewalk, the wind brustling my chestnut hair, flapping it around in my face. This annoys me. I roll my eyes at the annoying pest, quickly walking toward the coffee shop, my destination. He was supposed to meet me here. Was he here? He was always here. I knew that, but yet scared myself with anxiety at the thought that he would miss our date. Wait, sorry. It wasn't a date. We never even talked about going out together.
Then I saw him, his red, wavy hair complimenting his face. He had a couple freckles here and there, but his eyes.. They were my favorite feature. Not his strong muscles. Not his bulky figure. But his deep, brown eyes that seemed to shoot through mine every time I see them.
"Hey."
Sam
I smile at her as I see her coming towards my table, sitting down across from me. I was mesmorized by her beautiful sea green eyes, I didn't hear her talking.
"Oh, hi." I finally snapped out of it, my elbows on the table in the disrespectful manner our teacher told us not to do. But it doesn't matter much to me, outside of school. Doesn't matter much to no one, except those cocky rich kids me and Gracie laugh at. Those stupid, phooney accent, along with those fancy clothes.
"What's up?" Gracie asked me, waving down a bored waiter, ordering iced tea. Her favorite.
"The usual." I reply with a propped eyebrow. Those eyes...
She nods, giggling. Ah, her famous giggle that gets me going. "Oh, I see." She reaches over, and locks her hand with my left. This will be the best thing we would get to, for me. I do get to wrap my arm around her shoulder. And her waist. But not much else. I wish.
Gracie
I smile sweetly as I gently grip his hand. Have you ever had that feeling when you know you like someone? You blush whenever you see them? Get that 'feeling'? This is what I feel everyday, when I see him.
Then my boyfriend came in. Man, always comes in at the wrong time. Every. Time. Sam instantly let go of my hand before Jake saw us, and resumed sipping his coffee.
"Hey, sweetie." Jake smiles at me, pulling up a chair next to me. I liked him at one point. But not anymore. He was a real jerk to Sam. I didn't want to break up with him, though. Reasons you wouldn't understand.
"Oh hey," I smile as he kisses my cheek. We never actually kissed on the lips. Everytime he tried I wouldn't let him. Gently push him away, say I had to go.
Sam
I try not to show my major disappointment. I never ratted out Jake in front of Gracie, never. We talked about him, yes. She always kept me up in their relationship, though I don't know why. It broke my heart. But then she would hold my hand, and say I was always her bestest friend. I rather doubt it. In preschool, probably. Not now, with all her popular friends. I was never popular. Not exactly. In the sixth grade, our teacher passed out and fell into a Gorilla enclosure. I saved her, when nobody stepped up. But yes, no biggie. I just faded out like I was before. Poof.
I silently stood up, forcing a smile at her. "Have fun." I nod, and walk outside. If she didn't have a boyfriend, yes, I would make a move on her. But all the guys want her. Who wouldn't? She was smart, funny. And that giggle...
Gracie
I sigh at Sam, not really understanding him. He always left when Jake came. Weird.
Then Jake talks again. He was always handsome. Everyone knew it. He was strong, built with a lot of muscle. He has slick dirty blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. And abs. But, that never mattered to me. All the popular girls talk to me now. They never did before. Only a month ago, when me and Jake went out.
"So, want to go on a walk?" He asks me. "To the beach?" I nod, standing up and just see the red streak walk out the door. Sam.
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I sit down, then he sits beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. He wasn't comforting like Sam. Mostly the opposite.
"Ah, nice sunset." Jake nods, pulling me even closer to him so our sides met. This makes me eye him ever so slightly, though my straight hair covered it.
"Yeah, I-" Then he roughly pulls our lips together, and I freeze, staring at him. This was my first kiss, not counting when I was in first grade and I thought a kid named Albert passed out. So, I did CPR on him, only to find out he was fine.
I let him go for a few seconds before I come to my senses and push him away with all my strength. "No, enough!" I yell out, so angry with myself to letting it get like this.
"What?"
"I hate you!"
"What?" He dumbly asks as I storm away, sobbing.
Sam
I have always watched their dates, their get-togethers. This one did not make me happy. I never knew she would do that if he kissed her. But he was rough, and agrivated at her for not doing it.
And instantly I'm running toward her, and she runs to her beach house. She's running up her stairs, and I'm running up towards her. "Gracie!" I yell and she saw me. Tears are coming down her cheek and my heart drops. Gracie had red eyes, but it made her sea green eyes even more beautiful.
"Wh-what?" Her voice broke and she sniffled, looking up at me. She was a small girl, about a foot shorter then me.
"Are you okay?" I ask with concern.
She nods, looking at the ground. Actually, this hits me. This was her first kiss, wasn't it? Other than that time in first grade, but Jake was her first boyfriend, and I had always watched them. A suckish first kiss. I move closer to her, and my hand carressed her cheek instinctively. I had never done this to her before. She looks up at me, just as I move in and brush my lips across her's.
Gracie
I stop, shell-shocked for a minute. Sam... Kissing me? But I find myself softly kissing him, unlike Jake's brutal force.
Then he pulls away, looking down at me.
"Why did you do that?" I ask.
"Oh. Sorry."
"What's to be sorry for?"
"For letting it get this way. With you and Jake."
"I let myself do it." I lean my forehead against his, trying not to make it noticeable I was standing on my tiptoes. Well, he does notice. He lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Both of us are staring at each other. Questioning each other's next move. Then he is walking inside my house.
Sam
I don't even know what I'm doing. Then I'm going to her room. Then I'm laying her down on her back with me on top of her.
Then I'm saying, "I love you."
For a minute it's silent. I think I've upset her, but then she says, "I love you, too." Then we're kissing. I tremble, not wanting to go far with this. She feels so small in my arms, but I pull away. Gracie knows we both don't want to go far. I tuck her under the covers, and walk out.
