Your Lips Taste Like Sangria

Tonight is the night I will finally do it. I had promised I’d make my move and today I would finally do it. I had waited for years, and tonight the wait would finally be over, for better or worse. When this night is over I’ll either have the girl of my dreams or I’ll have lost my best friend for good.

I look at her, laughing with her girlfriends. She’s so beautiful, I can’t even find the right words to describe her. She looks my way and waves me over. I go, and soon I’m emerged in a group of laughing girls.

“I’m sorry you have to put up with us girls all on your own. The guys were supposed to be here already” she says as I reach her.

“I don’t mind as long as I’m with you” I answer.

“Aww, that’s so sweet” I faintly hear one of the girls gush behind me.

“Thanks for being here. I know you have a lot of work to do”

“It’s your birthday, of course I’m here” I smile.

Our chat is cut short by the guys coming through the door quite loudly. As the guys gave their greetings to her, I got roped into a game of darts and it was many hours before I had the next chance to talk to my best friend. I was celebrating my win over all the guys when she finally found me again in the crowded bar.

“You won!” I can hear from her voice that she’s a little tipsy.

“Guess I did, now where’s my price?” I joke.

“What would you like for your price?” was she flirting with me?

“Would a kiss be too much?” I ask, and she doesn’t even bother to answer me, she just kisses me on the lips.

“Your lips taste like sangria” I say as we finally pull out of the kiss.

“Yours taste like beer” she says, smiling and kisses me again.

“I love you” I finally let myself be honest after we pull apart again.

 

 

Travels

I’ve been traveling with two of my friends for a couple of weeks now. We’re in Blackpool at the moment, but will be leaving for Edinburgh tomorrow. I thought, since I have found much more spare time to write on this holiday, and I’ve already pestered my readers with my creative writing I thought I’d change the tone of at least one posting and post some photos from our adventures.

6.6 (50).JPGA lovely picture of the peer during the low tide.

6.6 (76).JPGBlackpool tower

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A lovely sunset, and my dear friends.

13.6 (67).JPGLovely shoreline.

IMG_2738.JPGThe high tide.

 

I Know You’re Never Coming Back

Today I went to our tree, I sat there for the longest time and could almost feel you next to me. A couple times I could have sworn I heard your voice whisper in my ear, but every time I looked around, you were nowhere to be seen. Many people passed by, but they didn’t give me a second glance. I could still clearly see the heart we carved into the tree. I tried to get closer to you by climbing to sit on the branch we used to sit on.

On my way back home I walked by the graveyard, so I decided that I’d come and visit. You know, tell you how I’m doing. And to remind myself of the fact that you’re never coming back.

Because, I do know you’re never coming back, but I still can’t help but perk up every time my phone rings or the door opens, waiting for you to come through. I still watch all of our favorite shows and when I hear a good song all I wanna do is tell you about it. I miss my best friend. I wish I could believe that we will see each other again someday. But since I don’t believe in God or afterlife, I know I will never see you again.

I wish I could just get my heart to listen to my brain, because it hurts so bad.

I Could be There in Five

“You know I could be there in five if you need me to” Dylan said on the phone.

“I don’t  know..”

“You sound like your upset. I’d be an awful brother if I didn’t come”

“I don’t want to be a bother”

“You’re not a bother. I’ll be there in five” he says and hangs up the phone.

It’s late, so I’m already wearing my PJ’s but I’m not gonna change because Dylan’s my brother and he doesn’t care. I decide to put the kettle on while I wait for him to arrive. After I put the kettle on, I sat in my armchair and read a book. As the kettle whistled, I started to wonder where Dylan was. Just then I heard a noise coming from the backyard and went to see what it was. As I was opening the back door, the  lights went out.

“Bugger” I curse under my breath.

I decide to walk to the fuse box to see if it was just a fuse. Just as I am at the fuse box, I hear footsteps behind me. Before I have a chance to turn around, I get hit in the head by something.

When I finally come to, I see a man dressed in a black hoodie holding a knife above my head. Just as I think it is all over, I hear a car driving to my driveway. Dylan was coming! I tried to  scream but no sound came out of my mouth. I start to panic as the man brings the knife to my throat.

 

Heaven Help the Guy Who Did Her Wrong

I could see something had changed the moment she walked in the bar. And so could most of the guys in the bar, I think there were even some wolf-whistles. When she sat in the same booth as me many of the guys looked disappointed. I, on the other hand, wanted to know what had brought this on.

“What would Mike say about what your wearing?” I asked, thinking of the possessive bastard that was my sister’s boyfriend.

“It’s none of his business since he saw fit to fuck my best friend” she said and motioned the bartender to our table.

“What?”

“Yeah, I came home a little early today since it was a slow day and found him in bed with Katie” she said just before the bartender came to our table. “I’ll take two tequila shots and a beer for starters. And he’ll take another beer” she told the bartender.

“He’s not worth the hangover”

“Whoever said I was looking for a hangover? I just need a good enough buzz to get my groove on while that bastard packs his shit and leaves” just as she finished her sentence, the door of the bar opened and in walked Mike. He saw us and walked straight to our table.

“Get out” I say as he stops next to our table.

“I want to talk to Jamie” he says.

“Well she doesn’t want to talk to you. Besides you should be packing your shit and getting the fuck out of my house” I say and start to stand up. I can see that he contemplates whether or not he could take me on. Finally he decides that he can’t and starts to leave.

“And you better not show your face around here anymore or I won’t guarantee you’ll leave in one piece”

When he leaves and I finally sit down again she says.

“Heaven help him if you ever see him again”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my baby sister”

“Like you said, he’s not worth going to jail for” she smiles.

Purpose

Purpose

Ever since I was little, my purpose has always been to lead my people. To follow in my father’s and grandfater’s steps. I can remember the endless strategy and battle training my grandfather had me go through since I was but a small child.

Then came a force greater than any of us could imagine and took our kingdom away from us and I was thrust into a world I knew nothing of. After my father disappeared and my mother perished, my purpose became to keep my younger siblings alive. I lived my life making sure my family and my people had everything they needed. We may not have been at our true home, but we were comfortable.

Then I had a chance to reclaim our homeland. It became my purpose to reclaim that land not only for me but for my nephews and my people who had suffered enough. On that guest, I met a remarkable person. I did not realize it then, but that person would become my world.

However, I lost that privilege when I became so consumed with the riches of my newly reclaimed kingdom that I almost threw the person I called my world to their death. At least I thought so, but once again my love surprised me. I was forgiven on what we both thought to be my death bed and when I woke up and found their forgiveness was not a figment of my imagination I wowed to make my lover the happiest person in the world. It became my purpose and I hope I have fulfilled it to the best of my abilities, because without that person, I would not be here today.