love lust by Yliana Martinez (read this if txt) 📕

“Yeah, totally, same here I have to admit it was pretty fun and maybe next time we can talk more.” His responds in a raspy-ish voice that is absolute heaven to me “So umm can I get your number, if that’s okay.” For a moment I just look, while looking I notice that he has a beauty mark right above his lip on the left side, while I am barren of beauty marks and only have one birth mark on my shoulder in the shape of a disfigured heart.

This all happens in a second or so because he doesn’t even notice the pause. “Oh umm yeah, Let me get my pen out my purse.” I go rummaging through my purse then after a couple of awkward, shuffling moments I find it. He puts out his hand and I continue to write my number (5)-97-7654, once I’m done I let go of his hand and he takes it away (not in an aggressive way) “Thanks I’ll call you tomorrow.” He almost whispers, he looks down at the palm of his hand and this is what he sees my number followed by my name Anna-bell “Anna-bell…” this time he actually does whisper.

“I like it, its classy.” Now he speaks up “By the way my name is Anthony.” I think Anthony, sophisticated, Latin maybe? “I like your name too.” I say, I feel redness travel from my neck to my cheeks, I quickly turn away to hide the fact that I’m blushing.

Next thing I know I feel a warmness on my cheek before I can figure it out for myself he turns my face towards his, finally I figure it out it’s his hand on my face his left one to be exact, he says “hey why so shy.” With a smile, his eyes glittering, I process it all at an incredibly slow speed.

All I can manage is a wary smile, and all of a sudden he and I are leaning in, the kiss is soft at first our lips’ barely touching then it gets more passionate, needier.

After what feels like a whole minute we break apart, heart throbbing and brain happily dizzy like an old man with a bottle of whiskey. “Wow” I whisper, then shockingly enough followed by him saying “yeah, that, that was something.”

Then when the world has finally started to feel less like a dream and more like, well, reality he finally mumbles “well I’ll, I’ll call you tomorrow.” I still kinda dizzy with happiness, something I have spent to long without, giggle “yeah, ok I’ll be waiting.”

He starts to walk away then turns back and says “Damn you’re adorable.”

I think then say “thanks.” with that he waves good-bye I wave back. I wait a couple minutes he’s gone now; I get my phone, turn on the screen then enter the pass word and dial grace. “Hello?” grace speaks into the phone “yeah.” I say, I hear a sigh over the phone “Man, you’re okay we were starting to think lover boy kidnapped you, where have you been?” I respond with a laugh “I was walking around with him for a bit, where are you I’ll tell you the rest when we meet up.” She then says “what did lover boy do, hey…” “Yeah?” “Whatever he did I’m happy you needed it, you deserved it.” I reply “Yeah me too, so where are you?” she says “by the motorcyclist, he just finished, we’ll wait for you here.” I then say “thanks.” She then replies “Yup.” And that’s the end of it I press the end button and make my way towards where they are, happy and hopeful.

I’m almost there when a kid stops me to ask for a dollar and so I give him one. He was just too adorable with those big brown eyes and curly black hair.

I proceed finally I’m about 20 feet away from them, I also see them before they see me and I guess I’m not the only one that met someone today, as Mia is from this far looks as if though she is getting a number too. I stride over when the man leaves, grace notices me about ten feet away, her blue eyes clearer than usual, she waves me over “ANNA, get your butt over here and spill the beans!” so I jog to her nearly tripping over a pebble.

I make it to her just as the loud speakers that are screwed on to the pole blare “The fair closes in ten minutes, please go on you last ride then please leave so we can close for tonight.”

Mia looks at both of us starry eyed and says “Let’s get going.” And so we walk towards the exit when grace starts pestering “So…lover boy…spill it!” I finally give in “Okay, we went and bought me a new drink like he said.” I pause for suspense “Then we walked a little and…” Grace almost screams “And….” “And then we kissed and I give him my number, he said he would call me tomorrow.”  I smile humble and shy.

Chapter 2: Thinking about her (Anthony)

Man that girl I can’t shake the feeling that she is probably one of the most if not, the most beautiful girls I ever met. Even though she was drippin’ wet in ice cubes and water making dirt stick to her cloths, even though she was awkward and well a bit spacey, I liked it I think while playing Black Ops 2 with my friend Chad mission failed now decorates the screen of the T.V “What is up with you today, Anthony, you can’t step two feet in to the battle field without dying.” Chad yells throwing the remote controller then quickly rushes to its side to make sure It didn’t break since it is a two hundred dollar remote because it was customized with air pads so people don’t get blisters. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just so hard to concentrate when I really wanna call the girl but don’t wanna look like some kinda freak.” Chad sighs deeply as if though he has just heard the stupidest thing in the world “Dude she was into you at the fair if you don’t call her today the chick is gonna think your some jerk with a super ego which is totally not you, you know I thought you would be the type thought, to think they can have whatever whenever but by some miracle you’re not a douche.  I mean you do have the looks for it like not trying to be all weird on you but like you could totally take on that role. I was in shock when I found out you actually know how to treat people.” Chad was right I would seem like a douche not what I want her to think definitely not. And so I dial “hello?” her voice just as beautiful on the phone as in person “hey its Anthony the guy you met at the fair.” I say barely managing not to stutter. “Oh, hey, how are you.”  She speaks in an angelic voice my heart almost gives out right there (I was never the type to play with a girls emotions because I know how it feels to be played with like a toy). I resurface from my thoughts “I’m good, great actually now that I’m talking to you.” Her giggles at the remark make me laugh a little. “Same here.” I can almost feel her smiling which makes me a million times happier than I was just two minutes ago. “So umm, hey are you doing something this weekend?” I feel myself blush so bad that I bet I’m rosy red. Chad walks up to me and mouths “Dude pep talk time, chill out,” he does a thumbs up to make sure I’m getting this, I wave him off, now he knows I know what he said “you gotta be like Fabio or something, smooth talk, the ladies love that.” Again I give him a wave to leave me he replies by pretending to gag and then saying “Okay don’t listen to me but when you figure out I’m right I’ll be waiting for that apology.” Then leaves the room she finishes saying that she doesn’t have plans. “Oh cool, um great..” I stumble and fall over my own words like a fat chick trying to jump hurtles, god I never had this problem before what wrong with me? “Do you maybe…, I don’t know wanna catch a movie sometime?” a thin layer of sweat sticks to my palm; I wipe it on my blue jeans. You can hear her voice perk up a notch or two “Yeah defiantly.” When she says that it feels like I can breathe again even though I hadn’t noticed I had stopped in the first place. “Okay then I’ll call you later I guess.” I say eyes glazed and mind far way in a cloud of happiness “that sounds great.” Her voice grips me with iron fist of beauty and musicality. I hang up the phone. I let my body drop a ton of bricks hitting the bed and I drift in and out of consciousness, going back and forth from my happy imagination and reality.

Chapter 3: troubles (Anna-bell) 

    I look myself in the mirror. Normal people look like this, normal people weight 126 pounds at 15, normal people’s ribs don’t make a clear outline on their skin. I take a deep breath and finish fixing my hair in the mirror. The first time they threw me into the hell hole that is Rosewood Ranch for the first time I was a constant “hassle” or so the nurses said, I thought I was just expressing how I feel I mean what normal person wants to be stuck with tubes and feed a 2,500 calorie diet (more than I would eat in a week.) pudgy, fat