This is the start of a teen age romance short story I am writing and I would like it if you gave me your opinion on whether you like it or not.
upon me as
I dream of your kiss
to touch me
to feel something from you
I dream of your kiss
my sweet prince”
Was the poem that came to mind that she had wrote about her needed kiss from him.
He was a dream, as it stood, right in front of her, dangling her needs in front of her without giving into more then the words that he had spoken.
Sherry stood in the line with only two people ahead of her and John. He was intoxicating to be around and she enjoyed every bit of it. She liked the way his face was soft and thin and when he smiled he had cute little dimples near his chin and the way he smelled now that she was close enough to tell. He smelled better then most guys since he didn’t smell of sweat or of dirt. Then again she hadn’t been too close to boys since she was younger and that was her opinion of how a simple boy smelled. Although she has smelled some foul teenage boys in her years like those who showered in cologne praying it would make their filth go away. John was different he had a sensitive smooth smell to him.
The next person in line was done now.
So she ran through the menu of what she would want to eat today. She was feeling too dizzy to eat much afraid of it not sitting well in her stomach. Chicken sand which, tea, and chips is what she usually ate, but today she wanted something lighter. Maybe a salad and a water.
Sherry liked eating because she could do it usually in silence and no one would think she was being rude for not talking if her mouth was full. She wasn’t a very talkative person even when it came to her friends. They already knew Sherry was a soft-hearted girl who liked to read and write but talk very little.
Sarah her best friend was also quiet, but Sarah knew all about Sherry’s crush on John and from their table Sarah sat watching Sherry fidget with her books and daze off in her thoughts like she usually did. Sarah liked John’s friend Alex after all so that was one thing the girls had no trouble talking about. There was going to be lots to talk about when she got to the table.
” Sherry, I will walk with you to your locker to get the notes. I really need them to study ya’ know for the test.” John said innocently
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