Tremble Inside
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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,776
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Thin Jackets And Breakfast
In Florida, you do not normally experience cold weather such as snow. The most caustic weather that comes about is the wind and rain from hurricanes, chilly winter breaks, and tropical storms. With it now being the beginning of December, and not a single flake of snow on Floridian ground, I sat underneath a blanket of stars.
I yawned wide and rubbed my eyes slowly, seated comfortably on my driveway with a stack of textbooks on one side of me and my purse on the other. Before I left my house that morning to sit on the cold cement that was my driveway, I raided my closet in search of a warm, but not bulky, jacket for the day. As I sat in the dark and early hour of six o'clock in the morning, I noted that I should have selected a warmer jacket. The thought of Aiden pulling up so we could go and get some breakfast at the diner was repetitive in my mind.
Aiden was never one to beat around the bush when it came to the more serious things in life, like our relationship. Sure, he had his moments when he'd tap me on my left shoulder but would be on the right side of me, but he knew when to cut the crap and get down to business. He had a pleasant face with notable bone structure that could make a girl weak in the knees plus big blue-green eyes that were so friendly and kind; I would always find myself swimming in them. He was a keeper.
"On the eighth day of Christmas, my Lena gave to me: eight gla-zed dough-nuts and a cup of warm cof-fee!" I knew the tone of Aiden's voice better than I knew my own and laughed as I scooped up my tower of books in one hand and slid my purse over the opposite shoulder. Aiden leaned over in his car to open the door for me and tipped the books into his lap.
"That's a catchy little christmas carol," We kissed. "I like it just as much as the one you serenaded me with yesterday, but maybe just a little more." I grabbed the books from him and set them in the back seat.
"I don't know," he said, pulling out of my driveway. "Lately I've just been in a really festive disposition, so I might as well spread the love."
During the ride to the doughnut shop we listened to christmas songs on the local radio station, singing loud and out of tune with many of the wrong words but with the general effect that christmas would soon be here.
"What do you have going on today?" He inquired, looking up over his cup of coffee as he sipped it, his elbows resting on the table.
"I think I only have reviews for exams and in Photo I'm signed up for the darkroom. Why?"
"Wanna ditch school?" He drank the last mouthful of his coffee and ran his finger around the edge of the cup, his eyes never leaving mine for a second.
He didn't even wait for my answer to leave my lips. He put money on the table, stood up, and with the tinkle of the bells on the door of the diner, we were gone.
I yawned wide and rubbed my eyes slowly, seated comfortably on my driveway with a stack of textbooks on one side of me and my purse on the other. Before I left my house that morning to sit on the cold cement that was my driveway, I raided my closet in search of a warm, but not bulky, jacket for the day. As I sat in the dark and early hour of six o'clock in the morning, I noted that I should have selected a warmer jacket. The thought of Aiden pulling up so we could go and get some breakfast at the diner was repetitive in my mind.
Aiden was never one to beat around the bush when it came to the more serious things in life, like our relationship. Sure, he had his moments when he'd tap me on my left shoulder but would be on the right side of me, but he knew when to cut the crap and get down to business. He had a pleasant face with notable bone structure that could make a girl weak in the knees plus big blue-green eyes that were so friendly and kind; I would always find myself swimming in them. He was a keeper.
"On the eighth day of Christmas, my Lena gave to me: eight gla-zed dough-nuts and a cup of warm cof-fee!" I knew the tone of Aiden's voice better than I knew my own and laughed as I scooped up my tower of books in one hand and slid my purse over the opposite shoulder. Aiden leaned over in his car to open the door for me and tipped the books into his lap.
"That's a catchy little christmas carol," We kissed. "I like it just as much as the one you serenaded me with yesterday, but maybe just a little more." I grabbed the books from him and set them in the back seat.
"I don't know," he said, pulling out of my driveway. "Lately I've just been in a really festive disposition, so I might as well spread the love."
During the ride to the doughnut shop we listened to christmas songs on the local radio station, singing loud and out of tune with many of the wrong words but with the general effect that christmas would soon be here.
"What do you have going on today?" He inquired, looking up over his cup of coffee as he sipped it, his elbows resting on the table.
"I think I only have reviews for exams and in Photo I'm signed up for the darkroom. Why?"
"Wanna ditch school?" He drank the last mouthful of his coffee and ran his finger around the edge of the cup, his eyes never leaving mine for a second.
He didn't even wait for my answer to leave my lips. He put money on the table, stood up, and with the tinkle of the bells on the door of the diner, we were gone.