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.

 

 

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.