Oh boy, you’re checking this out? This movie is a treat!
Don’t let the teeny-bopper look of it fool you, this is one of the most accurate selections of my experience in Junior High dealing with popular girls.
You can imagine a “tomboy” like me that didn’t come from money and liked my nerdy little hobbies didn’t have it so easy growing up. Probably why I got a sharp tongue.
I was definitely the Layne of my school. It was only because I had athletic skill that people left me alone more and more. But mostly just the popular girls on my team.
There’s one girl I really came to love. She had an attitude a mile wide, was completely preppy, and always rolled into class with her nails done and a frozen 7-11 concoction, which she insisted was “far superior to the junk they sell at Wawa.”
As I was on a team with her, her attitude and sharp wit made her the best trash-talker on the team, a quality I really came to admire. She also had the best taste in music.
And the other girl on my team was the Queen Bee (buzz buzz buzz). Man, she bugged me. She always offered to give me a makeover, but me clothes, set me up on dates. It was really strange how determined she was to make me into some straight airhead. To this day I don’t understand what her deal was.
And that boyfriend of hers. What a numbskull. He was also obsessed with me. One minute he’d wanna be my friend, play Sega with me, quote Wayne’s World, have a breakdance competition (I was better). Then by his friends, he was a total tool.
She annoyed me, but she also was a great leader on the soccer pitch. She was one of the most positive team members, celebrating all of our achievements louder than any of her own.
Oh, I’ve really rambled here. This movie will do that to ya. It will take you back.
Inspired by the song “Kiss Me Slowly” by Parachute.
Words: around 2K
Genre: FLUUUUUFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
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"I had a lot of fun tonight."
My eyes flicker upwards to Taehyung's face. He's beautiful, ephemerally so and it always amazes me how I hadn't noticed until only recently.
Quickly averting my eyes so that he won't catch me staring, my hands fist around my pouch and I tug at it in a bout of nervousness. The air still lingers with the aftertaste of sweetness from our date; which had been a simple casual dinner picnic by the Han River. We had watched the sunset go down, gazed up as the sky degraded form a pale baby blue to a vibrant scarlet that bathed everything in a golden light, as though I was watching the scene unfold like a romantic fairytale that I'd usually find in little children's books.
I gazed at Taehyung's beautifully sharp side profile, traced his features with my eyes and skimmed over his long lashes casting shadows upon his skin that glowed with a pink tinted hue, his lips that were the colour of peach that seemed to have peaked in its maturity, his chiselled jaw and strong nose and his beautifully framed, dark brown orbs that sparkled with such depth it made me giddy every time our eyes met.
And then when he'd turned to catch me staring, he'd only grinned boyishly when I jolted and quickly averted my eyes in growing humiliation at having been caught red-handed, cheeks ablaze with fire.
"Are you blushing?" he'd asked with a chuckle so deep it rumbled through his chest.
"No," I stuttered out, not wanting to divulge how magically effective his presence was on my sanity.
Our conversations had been more than comfortable, so comfortable that it was easy to forget, at times, that this was even a date. We talked out life, about our friends and about growing up. He recounted stories of his childhood with his grandmother, running through the fields as a young boy and planting rice because they had been too poor to afford anything else. And I listened, listened to his beautifully rich alto that was filled with such love and affection for his only living family member that it made something tug inside my heartstrings.
"Are you happy here?" he asked as we sat a little closer, his jacket draped around our shoulders. I had taken this as an excuse of course, to snuggle up close to his heat.
I allowed my eyes to linger over the multitude of stars dotting the sky, before murmuring, "I wouldn't say I'm happy. I guess I'm content with my life here."
"Do you miss home?" he'd asked gently, while one of his hands reached up to flick a hair away from my face. It lingered there for a little too long to be coincidental, causing another troop of well-trained butterflies to flutter across my chest.
"I do," I let out a wistful sigh, "but god knows when I'll be able to go back."
"How about this summer?"
"The plane ticket's too expensive and I really don't want to make my parents pay. I'd like to try and pay for the ticket myself, at least."
He hummed in response and his shoulder nudged mine, as though trying to give me some semblance of comfort. It worked. With Taehyung, I felt like everything was easy, as though all my troubles seemed to fade away into background noise.
"Are you happy?" I'd asked him when we were gathering up our belongings and trodding over to our bicycles.
He looked at me, surprise flashing through his face for an instant. He lifted his shoulder into a one-armed shrug, "I would say that I am. I don't have a reason not to be."
"I guess that's true," I said quietly.
"That doesn't mean I don't get sad. I do," he leaned against his bicycle while watching me unhook mine from its support, "but I always think, 'what if I didn't have all this? What if all this was taken away?' When I think about these things, I can't help but feel grateful. You know what I mean?"
"I get that," I swung a leg over my bike, testing my balance, "I think about that a lot too. Sometimes, I think it's selfish of me to be sad about anything when there are a lot of people that are in a worse position than I am. It's not fair and I shouldn't be complaining."
"That's normal though," his eyes were gentle maroon pools of brown, like wet mother earth on a warm summer's day and softening with understanding, "you're not responsible either, for all the things that happen to people. Shit happens."
"And then we die."
"And then we die," he chuckled and swung onto his bike, "jesus, that's dark."
"You think that's dark? Wait till we get to talk until three in the morning."
"Wow, that's poetic. Really, totally unlike every cliché trope out there on Tumblr."
"It's a trope for a reason," I said as I stuck my tongue out at him.
He accompanied me back home and insisted on accompanying me up to my floor, even when I flat out told him that it was unnecessary and completely useless of his part. He'd only thrown me a look that clearly stated this wasn't a subject of discussion, and it wasn't until we reached halfway up the staircase that I felt the back of his hand brush mine. Thinking it was accidental, I made a move to pull away, only for him to grab onto and interlock our fingers.
I thought my heart would've given out at this point. My cheeks were burning as red as a fire extinguisher and I adamantly avoided his gaze at all costs, knowing that what I'd find would be his teasing smile and the glint of smugness across his lips.
So here we are, standing before my door with the moonlight casting shadows over Taehyung's features and highlighting his the height of his nose, the beautiful clarity of his skin reflecting moonlight as though he'd been carved out as intricately as greek statues, and his dark eyes, pools of inky darkness that are presently holding my gaze with such an intensity, smouldering and causing my breath to stutter inside my throat.
He's all too much. He's perfection, and I don't understand what he finds in me to be his equal.
"Can we," he hesitates for a few beats of silence. He licks his lips, eyes flitting back and forth, "can we do this? Again?"
My lips threaten into a smile as I take in his words. Oh god, he's adorable. My heart is practically tumbling all over my ribcage at this point.
"Yes," I say a little too breathlessly for my liking, "I--I'd like that."
He flashes a crooked, rectangular smile and my knees feel like they're about to give out from underneath me.
We shuffle for a few awkward moments of silence, and while I don't want the evening to end, the desire to make my exit as quickly and efficiently as possible is more important. I really don't want to make a fool of myself, especially not on a first date.
In my experience, there are very few guys that I've kissed on first dates. It's usually just a friendly peck on the cheek, nothing more.
"Well," I try to keep my voice light when I turn around, hand already finding its way to my keypad. I push it upwards with a soft click, "text me when you get home, will you?"
"Wait," Taehyung's hand suddenly encloses around my wrist and before I know it, I'm swivelled around and pressed against my front door, his chest mere millimetres from mine and his face dipping down so that our eyes clash. They're darker now, swimming with an intensity that causes something to coil inside my stomach. It's an unsettling feeling, albeit not unpleasant. I can feel the warmth rolling off him in waves, can smell the mint and pinewood scent of his natural odour, the tingles shooting down my spine at how close he is.
It's almost like the world has stumbled to a stop, a movie placed on pause. Our eyes are locked on each other, unmoving. Unflinching.
Our breaths mingle together. I see his lips part softly, and I my throat suddenly turns dry.
I feel his hand, ghosting over my middle before wrapping around my waist. Electricity skittles up my spine as I breathe him in, barely moving for fear that doing so will cause this dream to shatter.
"Tae--" his name dies on my lips when I feel his nose nudging mine softly, gazing at me through heavy-lidded eyes and in a way that causes my insides to curl up in anticipation. I haven't realized that my hands have settled across his chest and are now fisting over his shirt.
The tension is so thick that one can cut it with a knife. A few more moments pass, him watching me, I watching him. He shifts closer, body heat against mine, just barely. Enough for me to produce a silent gasp.
When he speaks next, his voice is rough, laced with desire that makes my toes curl:
"Can I kiss you?"
I don't even have time to nod before he's already dipping down and claiming my lips.
It's a soft pressure of mouth to mouth, it's gentle and hesitant, just like Taehyung. My mind takes a moment to take in the sensation of his lips working against mine, but when I do realize it, my lips move on their own accord and I slowly kiss back, unsure whether he's going to judge my lack of kissing experience. But if he does, he doesn't complain. Instead, his hand reaches up to cup my cheek and brushes over my skin with his thumb, and a warm fire bursts through my chest.
I gasp upon feeling his hard frame press mine against the door, fitting snuggly in-between my curves. He swallows up any sound I make and as the pressure of his kisses intensifies, so does the small fire that seems to be bursting with fireworks behind my eyelids. I feel like I've been submerged in water, drowning in Taehyung's lips and his sweetness that I can't help but crave for. Hands automatically traveling up his broad shoulders and wrapping around his neck to pull him closer, a soft rumble that sounds like a growl echoes through his chest before his lips part and nibble onto mine in a way that causes a moan to stifle at the back of my throat.
I can feel him smiling in victory, even through our kiss, but while I just want to pay him back for being so cocky, I feel his hand skim under the material of my shirt and I gasp softly at the warm trailing heat of desire he leaves in his wake. My hands skim up to grasp his locks and I don't hesitate to pull him down, angle my head more firmly to kiss him deeper, longer, tongue poking out to flick across his mouth. He lets out a slow moan, grip tightening onto my waist as he does so, and it's my turn to smile.
Dim sounds echo at the back of my subconscious as we keep kissing into the night, the moonlight bathing us in its dewy glow and the sound of ongoing traffic blaring underneath, the softest echoes that aren't loud enough to be a distraction.
It feels all too real. it feels magical, and I don't want it to end.
Unfortunately it does. All too soon, the said young man pulls back, flashing a mischievous smile when a breathless whine leaves me at the sudden rush of air between us. Heat explodes through my cheeks in embarrassment. Of course he knows that he's a walking greek god and could have any woman he wanted. But that doesn't mean I want him to know how badly I want him, how badly it physically hurts to pull myself away from devil's temptation standing just two feet away from me.
"Lua."
My eyes flutter upwards to meet his dark mahogany. They are swirling with a tenderness, a soft affection glimmering with specks of silver in the light of the moon. I watch his lips tilt up into the barest hint of a fond smile.
His hand clasps around mine and he entangles our fingers together. Bringing them up to his lips, he kisses my knuckles softly while his eyes never stray from mine, "let's do this again?"
"The date, or the kiss?"
"Haha," he rolls his eyes, "funny, very funny."
I can't help but grin back as I feel my heart squeeze in happiness, "I would love to do this again," I squeeze his hand to further emphasize my point and his grin only widens into that rectangular-boxed smile I'm so used to seeing.
Her Soul's Eternal Mate - Bossy Pants! (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/748218634-her-soul%27s-eternal-mate-bossy-pants?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=MysticaldivineF&wp_originator=fSsnR1XSystKgXzO%2B99aHb8XhSrjgqPNgI4mdAR6SXV0nVTAlUqYtF4lYGuQmFtnNXDz7C3dKT5sQXHNW%2FpAgFNqr6rawfBxn0NzZTZBGJ1OQWPtI0V9gOgkmNW3L%2FWE RANK: Wattys2019 #17/ in Short stories/ Oct,2019 #1/in mood/Oct,2019 #1/ in Lifetime/ Feb 2020 A Story of a man who loses his heart by mere one look of hers and struggles to convince her to be his bride...to be his soulmate... Will she agree to his request? Let's see... To find out Read... "Her Soul's Eternal Mate..." #8YearsofIPKKND *********************************************************************************************** Reminder: This story is copyrighted and will be subjected to US Laws of copyright act/It solely belongs to me. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of any material from this site without express and written permission from the author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. If used/or mentioned, provided that full and clear credit is given to me with appropriate and specific direction to the original content./Us Copyright Law&Act @Copyrighted / Registration Number: 3vj214ZWb28njrnk https://www.copyrighted.com/work/3vj214ZWb28njrnk
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Nick Evans has been using the online dating service Love, Guaranteed for several years, and has had no success finding the love of his life. He’s one of those people who reads the fine-print, and he noticed that Love, Guaranteed - true to its name - guarantees that subscribers will find love by the 1,000th date. He hasn’t, so he hires struggling lawyer Susan Whitaker to take on his case against the online dating company. I won’t say anymore because I don’t want to spoil the movie, but needless to say this is one you’ll want to add to your Netflix watchlist!
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