Short stories

Don't really know where I come up with these. The'll be more to come though :)

It's cold

He looked down at my chest and chuckled, “I didn’t know being around me was so difficult on you.” winking, he reached out and poked my breast. His touch, feather light, made me grit my teeth in an attempt not to leer. The left corner of his smooth lips turned up when I drew my eyebrows in and squinted ever so slightly, wrinkling my nose a tad to give him my best glare. He made his move to get closer, gathering confidence with each second I didn’t move.

The look on his face was priceless when I nearly snapped his wrist.

“Sweetie,” I said marveling at the slight gasp that escaped him, “you would know if that was how I felt about you.” I smirked, twisting his wrist the slightest bit more, causing him to face the ground. I didn’t want him to witness the pleasure I was allowing myself. I have a reputation to uphold. “I’m just cold is all.” With a sigh, I composed myself and released him. “When are we going to be able to leave?”

Distraught

We were lying in an empty soccer field. I was looking at the blue sky, willing the few clouds that sailed by to dissipate. A yellow jacket landed on my elbow, but I paid it no heed. Its legs tickled the hair on my arm, and it’s stinger trailed across my skin, rising goose bumps in its wake.

My arms were above my head, my head resting in the nook they made.  They were in the shape of a distorted x. The palms of my hands were facing the sun, and my fingers curled in on themselves. If I concentrated hard enough, I could feel my pulse making the tips of my fingers twitch ever so slightly.

James was lying next to me. His eyes weren’t open as mine were. He claims he can see the world better through his imagination. In fact he swore by it, and would often describe to me what he saw.

 His head rested against his right arm, a look of concentration flashed across his features while he pondered why we were out in the middle of a well-kept soccer field instead of beneath the shade of the willow tree only a yard or so away.

In-between his delicate lips rested a single blade of grass that he had plucked off his jeans. His tongue probed the end of the blade, causing what was visible of the grass to do a graceful dance. It looked like the autumn leaves the wind picks up and carries around. Though, there wasn’t the heartwarming sound of colored foliage taking flight.

He could sense that I had something important to say, before it even crossed my mind. His eyes opened. The left eye, the one closest towards me, was the first to reveal the chocolate brown iris. He changed his position, ever so slightly, so that the cheek resting upon his masculine arm, no longer connected with his own skin.

 Both his eyes were open, and he was looking at me, ready to listen. I continued to watch the sky, staring intently at one cloud that refused to drift away.

“James,” I was at a loss as to what to say. What I wanted to say was clear in my mind, but my words failed me.

I tightened the muscles sounding the corners of my lips, flattening them into a simple line. I toed the soccer ball that was resting between us at our feet, at a loss as to what I need to say.

I sighed, distraught by the fact that I couldn’t say what was on my mind. I lifted myself up, resting upon my elbows. My head tipped back, long hair trailed along the grass. I closed my eyes, seeing through the thin layer of skin, memorizing every detail of the red world it created.

My lips parted the slightest bit, but all I was able to say to him was a few simple words that explained nothing.

“I don’t know James, I just don’t know.”