A Trip Down Memory Lane by Amicia Bianchi (classic fiction .txt) 📕

contact the entire time. When he got to me he grabbed my arms and stroked them with his thumbs. I was half about to fall apart from all the mushy stuff and half like 'just stop it this is insane and cheesy'. "And it got worse," I was hurt I was utterly hurt. 'I think I'm about to cry why I mean why? We finally started to be together and stop all the arguing, fighting, and name-calling.' I was seriously about to cry until I thought about it. How he was talking about his "symptoms of love". Don't ask I don't understand it myself, it's just weird. He's weird period. Then I smiled, "and what exactly might it be this morning Mr. Perfect a heart attack. Irregular heartbeat? Sweaty palms? Nervous? Can't catch your breath or is it that you can't breathe? I'm looking too good for you this morning?" I was fighting a giggle. I knew my eyes were alive with mischief and he looked a little upset but for the most part he was amused. "Leave me alone," pouted turning his head away from me and put his nose in the air. He had dropped his hands by now. I missed his warmth on my arm and I wanted a kiss I know that's probably being greedy but that's what I wanted. "Oh come on don't be such a big baby. You're a man you can take it." I pat him on the back and he gave me a look making me giggle. "I'm going to my friends I'll be back." My face dropped, "so you're going to leave me now, huh? Can't take a joke?" He gave me a look, "I refuse to take your abuse any longer," he said it and glared then mumbled, "Not a joke this is abuse!" I gave him a stern look and straightened him out in front of me. "This is abuse?" I waited for him to respond but he just gave me a mock scared look. "Be a man! Quit being a weenie. Get some balls and be a man! You see this pathetic act, this good-for-nothing sorry excuse of a man act. Just despicable. It's not cute to have these muscles for nothing!" I gave his arms a squeeze and slapped his torso. "It's not attractive to be as buffed out as you are and soft like a teddy bear!" he gave me a soft smile my heart pounded with double the speed. I pretended to be upset by poking my index finger to his chest and making gestures as if I were chastising a child for stealing a cookie. "Abuse? No you're just soft that's why I look like I'm the one man-handling you or something. But in reality you're just a big baby! Suck it up and be man. If anything I'm supposed to be the one to try and boss my way and you're supposed to be the one to sit me down. Then I have to go crivel in my little corner but no I have to be the one to man-handle you and give you a "man pep talk" before you can stand up and get some balls!" He was laughing the whole time and my foolishness and my crazy talk, shaking his head the whole time. "You done," I smiled. "I'm perfectly done, my imprudent hobo." He looked down at me with amusement and mischief over exaggerated in his features. "Oh don't be so persnickety-" I had to interrupt, "so you want to use big words to call me picky huh? Persnickety, I don't see it you just learn that word and you're just itching to use it when we all know you're the fastidious one here." I put my hands up to my face as if to show that what I was saying was just obvious. "And I'm not saying that it's a bad thing it's actually good you just have to accept that you are. Get out of denial, I wouldn't say it if I didn't care." I pat him on the back but he just shook his head. "It's alright babe. Just know you'll always be my concubine." My jaw dropped, my eyes poked and all he did was pat my head like a child and walked away laughing. Afterward I went to my locker with my friends and they managed to calm me down before he came back. Chapter 5: James Bond

Friday July 25, 2008

 

I eventually did get that kiss that I wanted and smiled remembering that kiss. As we got older I got more kisses like those and I loved every one of them. Just thinking of them now made me want one, I smiled even more knowing that he wouldn't mind giving me one. I looked down at the ring on my finger, my hobo, I hate them for convincing me to stay in my room. They know I can't be away from him for too long or else I get all kinds irritable, no more like I take irritable to a whole new level. He was my peace and calm in a weird way, we 'fight' but that's when I'm the happiest. Suddenly I heard footsteps down the hall coming with hesitance, stopping almost every other step then resuming again. I smiled retrieving my jacket, more like trench coat with a hood; I put it on with excitement shooting through my bones. My hands trembled with apprehension my heart beat faster, my adrenaline rushed through me. I hurried across the room and made it to the door just as he was opening the door and I closed it. "Aww you're not going to let me in after I did all this hard work to sneak over here unseen," I laughed silently I made a promise and I won't break it I said I wouldn't see him, not talk to him. I didn't say I wouldn't talk to him. "I'm sorry James Bond but we made a promise and I have every intention to keep it but we can talk though." I heard his laugh through the door, "how much do you want to bet that they have a pool going to see if we last not seeing each other," I laughed too, "shut up I'd not like to think so, I really would not." I heard a noise which I figured out was him sitting on the floor, "don't sit on the floor in your suit, hobo, I mean I know you're used to sitting in whatever, but not the suit, I bet it's expensive. You don't want to get it dirty." He laughed, "you know you're jokes were never funny." "I wasn't joking but I see you've already made yourself comfortable," I sighed and sat on the floor with my back against the door. "I know I can't see you but can I at least touch you," he asked curiously. I smiled, "that would be okay but you'd probably try to see with your hands," and knowing as soon as his hands were on me I could never completely think straight. "Oh no, of course not, not if you don't want me to," he said suggestively, "I just need to feel you for reassurance, to make sure you're really here and that this is actually real." He rushed through the last part but tried to cover his embarrassment, "I'm starting to have withdrawal symptoms," I giggled at his antics but I understood. "I'll allow you a touch of your choosing if you answer me this," I responded. "Well go on my addictive concubine, I'm listening," he injected. "Did you leave those photo frames in my room," I eyed the frames as I asked the question that had been on my mind since I first noticed them. "What picture frames," he feigned ignorance but I, now knowing that he had left them, decided to humor him. I described them to him, "oh those," he says as if he just recalled them, "I was just looking at those the other day," he said sarcastically. "You left them here on purpose," I stated. "You have proof of nothing," he continued to deny it. "Oh cut the crap," I laughed. "Okay, yes I did. It was my gift to you before we got married. I knew that you would have your doubts. After about two hours of my mother going on about how all brides get cold feet," we both laughed at this. His mother, bless her heart, was sweet woman who loved to talk one just a subject and she especially loved to lecture her only son. She loved nothing better than to offer her advice on everything, many times I've had to save him by distracting her. She had become like a second mother to me and his mother has sat him down for several of her advice sessions concerning me. While we haven't had a lot of real fights between us I know his mother. "Although you would probably never openly admit to it I knew you would be no exception so…" he trailed off but I knew trying to say. "I just didn't expect to feel so…" he added after a pause. "Out of your league, nervous, scared that I might run on you," I offered knowing the feeling. "Yeah…" he agreed. I opened the door slightly and slid my hand out to grab his, "well, I'm here," I squeezed his hand for his benefit as well as mine. "With you," I finished as he squeezed mine back. As we sat in silence for the moment my eye caught the last picture, in the second picture frame, and I smiled.

Chapter 6: Goals

2 years earlier Monday, April 17 ~part 1~

 

 "You may now turn your tassels," I sat there with a wide smile letting the words ring in my ears until it was time to stand and march out. I had been sitting with my friends so when we got out some had started hugging and cheering while others started searching for their families. Before I had the chance to do either I was pulled into a hug by one of the graduates which I returned, initially confused.

 

I instantly relaxed once the familiar masculine scent stimulated my senses, "we did it," I told him pulling away.

 

"Congratulations," one of my best friends and ex-roommate, Susan Brykley said before she hugged me."And I love how you decorated your hat by the way," she added.

 

"Thanks Susan," I smiled, I had worked