I combined days 20 and 21.
Day Twenty and Twenty-One
20: Use these words in a story: grandfather, photo album, post office, and folder.
21: He or she sees their crush in a library. Describe the incident.
“Harper, Harper.” His name just wouldn’t leave my lips alone. They sizzled and burned for his name again and again. The burning continued to grow as his hands trailed lower. I jumped. My waist was always my tickle spot.
All at once, he pulled away from me. Breathing hard and looking straight into my eyes, he whispered, “What do you want?”
I firmly bit into my lip and looked away. We were surrounded by trees and darkness of the little enclave that rested just behind the school. This was the place where we first locked eyes. It was romantic that this is where we would first kiss.
My cheeks burned hotter than the rest of my body.
Into the sweet night I whispered, “You know what I want.”
I didn’t want to be shy though, I knew what I want and it was about time I asked for it. So I pushed that girl away. I was fierce, brave, and hot. Before he could respond, I answered his question again.
“Both of us undressed, NOW.” I tore my shirt over my head and shook my black curls around.
He lovely lips lifted in his deliciously, crooked smile then reached for the hem of his shirt.
“You’re staring.” The words confused me. Of course I was staring at his…his image blurred slightly. I scrunched my face up.
“You’re staring.” That’s when I noticed the voice sounded female. With that the trees fell away from me and his image jostled until it was no more. I blinked a few times.
“Snap out of it.” My friend bumped my shoulder and I tripped forward effectively ending the wonderful daydream.
I righted myself my cheeks turning pink when I spotted Harper still looking at me. I adverted my eyes this time and licked my lips tasting my strawberry lip gloss; my lips tingled from the daydream. I didn’t dare touch my glasses even though they were sliding down due to my perspiration slick face.
I couldn’t risk going into tunnel daydream vision I had other things to do. It was not something better to do but this assignment had to be typed and turned in by the end of the day. We had two class periods to go before the end of the day.
Hello Procrastination, my name is Ever, I’m sure you remember from last week.
I walked over to the library desk passing right pass the study section where Harper and his friends had situated themselves. I could feel his eyes on me and my bad side made me walk a little straighter.
I tried to work, I really did but the daydream played through my head a thousand and one times. So I let myself slip into it once more. I closed my eyes and I could feel the heat and nearness of his body. His hands roaming down my back made me shiver.
“Yes.” My voice made slick with the lusty liquor of my daydream.
I watched his eyes grow a touch and his brow rose, which wasn’t right. He shouldn’t be surprised, he should be pulling me close. The bookcase focused in behind him reminded me that we were in reality once more. I wasn’t so brave anymore.
I swear my heart stopped, literally stopped. My eyes popped out of my skull and I cleared my throat once, twice before speaking again.
“Hey Harper, what’s up?”
“My…grandma sent me to get you.”
Before this moment I had never heard Harper stutter. I did this. Well the lusty bad Ever did. I couldn’t stop the grin pulling at my lips even if I wanted to.
“Okay.” I started to gather my stuff and when I turned around I noticed he still standing there. Waiting for me? Or not? Full of confusion, I walked past him and he quickly fell into step beside me.
“So,” He started. I’m not good at awkward pauses because I don’t say anything at all to help the situation. So I walked beside him hoping he would break the silence.
“What are your weekend plans?”
Surprise lay on the ground beneath my feet and I tripped over the invisible emotion and it clung to me. I couldn’t believe…was Harper talking to me? Having a conversation with me? Heck yeah, he was.
“Ummm…nothing much. Not much to do here anyway.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” He chuckled and I melted.
Then there was that another awkward silence that had me fidgeting with my glasses.
“Me and a bunch of friends were going to get together at my house just to chill and drink.”
Like a party! My eyes lit up at the prospect.
“You can co-
“There you are Ever.” An old voice drilled into the conversation.
“Catch you later Ever.” Harper winked before walked away.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. Inside I wanted to bang my head on the polished wooden desk I leaned upon.
Reluctantly I put on a smile and turned to the librarian. His grandmother’s was a spitting image of Harper. Same blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and tan skin but being a woman and old, she didn’t have his build. His body was a work of artists, baseball did him well.
“Ms. Cross, would you mind dropping this folder off on your way to the post office.”
“I would go but-” Her words faded as I wondered what party Harper was talking about and if he would ask me again. Hopefully this wasn’t a once in a lifetime opportunity that I missed. Please. Please God, let him ask me again. I squeezed my eyes shut.
When a hand closed over my arm I remembered Miss Jules was still talking. I opened my eyes and she gave me the folder and then her voice dropped to a whisper.
“Tell your grandfather I said hi and there’s a note inside these” She said and winked. On Harper it was hot and cute on Miss Jules, it was strange. She handed me a basket of muffins and I took them without question, anything to get away.
“Gross, just gross.” I said under my breath as I walked away.
Getting into the last of these prompts.
Quanisha A. McGruder