We are.. The Unknown
Jul 25, 2012 23:30:55 GMT -5
Post by mcmarti99 on Jul 25, 2012 23:30:55 GMT -5
I don't know, he doesn't know, We are.. The Unknown
[/color][/size] I lie in bed and count my breaths. One, two, three, four.
[/color] I soon grow tired of the sound of my chest rising and falling. I focus instead on Jake’s breath. I can barely hear it, for it is so soft and simple. I rise up and look at him. His right leg is hanging sideways off the side of his twin bed. His left leg is stretched out straight, yet his toes hang off the edge. Dammit, he needs a new bed. I think to myself. His mouth looks relaxed, and by that I mean wide open with drool coming out of the left side. His eyes are half open, but I know he’s not awake. His eyes are rolled back in his head, only showing the whites of his deep green eyes. I want him to wake up so I can see his brown speckles that only exist in his eyes. I won’t wake him up though, not yet. I notice he has more stubble than usual, he must have forgotten to shave last night. I feel a cramping pain in my neck, but I can’t bear to turn away. I want to keep staring at him until he awakes. All the sudden I feel the rush. The rush I always get when I see Jake. I get this feeling, like I want to kiss Jake. It’s odd though, we’re only friends. His eyelashes seem to reach to the ends of the universe. His hair is messy, just how I like it. I want to get out of bed, and run over to him. I want to throw myself at him. I want him to want me.I lie back down. Calm down![/color] I demand myself; I can hear my heart beating in my chest. Why does this happen to me, I get so worked up, when Jake can’t even see me? I close my eyes and force my heart rate down. A skill I learned when I first learned how to swim. If you want to dive deeper to get to the better fishing, you have to slow your heart rate down. I wait until I think I can stand and walk without sitting again and throw the covers off me. I realize I’m in my bikini and jean shorts, I guess I was too tired to change, though I don’t remember going to bed. I look at the clock; it’s almost three-thirty. It’s almost time to get ready to go. I get up and shuffle across the floor. Jake and I live in a boat shack only two city blocks away from the boat docks I work off of. It’s only a two room shack, but it’s good enough for us. I grab a pan from the drawer under the stove and crack an egg into it. I watch the edges of the egg like a hawk, once they become only slightly brown I will work them towards the middle of the pan. Then, once the whole egg is cooked, I’ll make a second one for Jake. I gobble down my eggs while I’m making Jake’s. I grab three bottles of water from the fridge and a pack of my favorite snack, checker shaped crackers covered in sugar, from the cabinet. Jake calls it Puppy Chow for some reason. I also grab a towel from the back closet. I lay all my belongings by the front door and walk over to my sleeping best friend.
Jake won’t wake up for another hour or so, and he is the farthest from a light sleeper that there is; especially because he helped me haul in a load last night from the docks. I leaned down to see him up close. He is in a slightly different position than earlier. Now his left arm is hanging over the side of the bed, and he is drooling off the right side of his mouth. His legs are both stretched out and all ten of his toes hang off the end of his bed. He is a lot taller than me. As I lean down, I have mixed feelings, I want him to wake up so I can see his gorgeous eyes, but I don’t want him to know what I am about to do. I lean in closer, and closer. I move his hair away from his face and run my hand down his stubbly jaw. My hand finds his cheek. My lips make their way to it. When they touch his cheek, lightning goes through me. I move my hand to his lips.. I start to move my own lips toward his, but I pull away. He begins to toss and turn and I sprint to the door. I grab my bundle for the day and run towards the docks at full speed. What on earth did you just do?![/color] I say it to myself almost so loud; the words almost form on my lips. I stop them though. I throw my pack in the boat and unhitch it from the dock. I speed away, if I wasn’t as experienced I probably would have hit the other boats or some rocks blocking the waves from the docks. Once I get out into the ocean blue, far away from any other human being, I lie down in the boat and let my heart rate slow down gradually. I reach for my water, only then do I realize I’m missing one of my water bottles. I cover my mouth and gasp; I must have dropped it when I ran out of the house. Jake knows I always take three water bottles, he’ll know it was mine, and he’ll know I ran away, but I can only hope he doesn’t know about the kiss. I can only hope. [/center]
