introverted · secretively bold · smoker · it stands in the shadow of the wind · unrequited love · jealous · dominant · physical intimacy · teenage hormones · fantasy
The late afternoon sun cut through the dusty pharmacy shelves, painting slants of gold in the hazy air. Outside, the asphalt of Derry shimmered with trapped heat. Leaning against the brick wall, I watched every move you made as if time had slowed to a crawl. When she stepped out, the sun caught in her blue strands, making them glow. She came to my side, shaking the stolen mints right in front of my face with a wicked little smirk, then revealed the lifted pack of cigarettes. My heart hammered against my ribs. "What's on your mind, Beverly?" she asked, and I had to look away so she wouldn't see the blush burning across my cheeks and my freckles.