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My Last Young Renegade Heartache

Painting Flowers for You

“I want to see your face and know I’ve made it home. If nothing is true, what more can I do? I am still painting flowers for you.”

Weeks have passed since I met Caroline, and we’ve definitely clicked. She finally opened up to me, and let me figure her out. She was damaged but I didn’t care, she had a right to be. That didn’t stop me from falling for her. I couldn’t stop myself, I knew I shouldn’t; Caroline needed a friend and I would be that for her, because I couldn’t be nothing to her.
The first month of Warped was coming to an end, and there was only one more left to go. I spent the last few days wondering where we would end up after all this. If we would continue being friends, if she would develop the same feelings as me, or if we would go our separate ways. How I ached for the second option to come true. Caroline was so much, she was genuine, and pure, beautiful, incredible; she was so much in a tiny, curvy vessel and she turned me on like no one else. I was blind to anyone around me, all I could see was her. If my summer was filled with nothing but Caroline, I would save this summer in my heart as the best one of my life.
“Dammit! You’d think I would be better at this stupid game.” Caroline punches the pinball machine, and sends me back to reality. The glow of the arcade game lighting up her face, purple and blue flashes sparkling in her eyes. She’s laughing about it, but I can tell she’s actually frustrated that she can’t beat my high score; she is the most competitive girl I’ve met. I laugh and put my arm around her shoulders, leading her toward a different game.
“Come on, you’ll never beat my score so we might as well play something else.”
We play a few games of air hockey, until she gets frustrated again and starts sticking the puck in my goal with her hands. As we’re leaving the arcade, I pull two pieces of paper out of my pocket. I had been waiting all night to surprise her.
“So, I know how much you love The Gaslight Anthem.”
She realizes that I’m holding tickets and stops walking. “Alex, you didn’t!”
“I did my research, and they’re playing the House of Blues the same day we are going to be in Houston…” I continued. “So I worked a little magic for you. I figured we could go-“ She cuts me off by jumping into my arms, and I’m caught off guard but the closeness is nice so I return her embrace.
“Thank you so much, Alex.” She says in my ear, and I don’t think she realizes the affects the simple things she does has on me. I try to compose myself as she slowly leaves the hug. “This is going to be so awesome, I can’t believe you got these.”
“Yeah, I knew you would freak so I had to get them.”
She links her arm through mine as we start walking again. “I can’t wait.” These kind of things make me wonder why the hell we aren’t dating, I have to refrain from begging Caroline to give me a chance. I promised myself I would never do that, and if I all I get are these little touches, in the end it’s worth it.

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Comments

@hopeless1313
Same. It hurt me to write it! Lol. She's about to get better though!

JElizabetta JElizabetta
6/6/17

Hmm... not loving her being a total bitch to Alex... I get that she's freaked out though.. I can't wait to see what twists and turns you have planned!!

hopeless1313 hopeless1313
6/6/17

Oh no. This can't be good. :\

Newyork_xo Newyork_xo
6/5/17

@Newyork_xo
Thanks! And I'll be posting more today, so you'll find out soon. :)

JElizabetta JElizabetta
6/3/17

@hopeless1313
Thank you! I'll be posting more today. :)

JElizabetta JElizabetta
6/3/17