There's four of us.
We lay in the back of their car, the back of the car was wide open. I laugh as you kiss me again. "What if we get caught?" I ask.
"Like I care." You breathe.
"I care." I wrap my hands around your neck. My eyelashes, thick with mascara brush your cheek. I grab your hand.
"I know where to go." I cover up every inch of my skin. I pull you underneath. The space is small. They follow us. I know who she is. I know the boy. We all laugh. We're having the time of our lives. There's music from the corner. No one goes to see where it's coming from.
"I love this song." You say.
"I do too." There's tar on my knuckles, streaked across my palm, and now there's black stripes in your hair.
"Why is there tar on my hands?" I ask her. She laughs. "I've gotten it on my skin before...it goes away. It's seeping out from under the rocks."
"We seem young." You say.
"I know..."
"Are...this...you...now?" You get nervous all of the sudden.
"I am. I am. I'm sure."
We tangle our feet in overgrown weeds and grasses, the rocks move and sound. They whisper, catch this secret.
"I haven't told you I love you. Ever..." You say.
"You lied to me. I don't usually let people have second chances...."
"That was three years ago...I was stupid... But...I love you now."
"I love you too." I kiss you with all of my heart, hold you so close.
"Haha. Want a blue twizzler?"
"Where the hell?" I say. "You always know how to ruin a moment."
"Who said I was ruining it?"
"We can't tell anyone...I can't be a slut...not again..." I look away.
"I won't let it happen." You say. "I swear."
My hands lays near my face, your hands holding it, squeezing them tight, not letting go, my heart beats your chest. I am kissing you with everyting I've got. My lips wander around yours, my mind is fusing with yours, and our hearts are holding eachother tighter than you're holding me. We are happy. We are...happy.
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Purgatory
"This is the place where death rejoices, in teaching the living..." - Donald "Ducky" Mallard.
"We can't die with dignity, we have to live with it." - Greg House, M.D.
"...like violence...you had me, forever. and after."