Her lips met mine with hesitancy of baby deer taking its first steps. Though, instead of being painfully awkward, the kiss felt wonderfully innocent and sweet.
I kissed her back just as slow but with faith and a hope clinging to my lips.
We pulled away and I felt like all the air had been violently squeezed out of my lungs. I felt like I was choking. Choking on the idea of us and the idea that it might actually happen. I glanced up at her.
Her eyes had the look of someone who had just become undone. By me. I had unraveled her all with a single kiss.
“Whoa,” she breathed.
“Okay.” I replied. I took a single step back. And so did she. That was the beginning of us moving apart and then back together.
A tiny pop burst in the sky, signaling the start of the fireworks. As the colors exploded and rained down on the lake, I slowly made my way back to Amy. She stood by the water’s edge, her eyes perfectly reflecting the world she saw. I intertwined her arm with mine, as casually as I could all while looking up at the sky. She said nothing.
Eventually, we both sat down, saying nothing and watching everything. Briefly, I panicked. Had I just lost my best friend? Was this great, unequivocal summer over?
Then as the fireworks winded down, their colors blurring into the horizon, she turned to me. With halted breath, I anticipated her next move. At a leisurely pace she moved in and planted her lips on mine. I giggled as she kissed me.
Amy broke away and I caught my reflection in her eyes. It turned out that I was the one who had the look of a girl undone.
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Simone is obssesed with Lorde and is the creator of the zine. She loves anything creative.
Girl undone