Re: High Gloss Highs
Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2018 7:30 pm
Hilary looked down at her shoes as he spoke; a thick scuffed mark had placed itself upon the surface of her right, and she stared at it blankly, waiting for Brock to give her the answer she hoped for. Of course, this was Brock she was talking about, so the incoherent mutterings escaping from the redness of his face told her all she needed to know before he'd even finished his half-sentences.
She didn't interrupt him though, she simply let him say his piece, reserving the right to cry until she'd gone home in an unashamedly drunken stupor and poured her insides all over her bedroom floor. But then he finished. It took a while, the longest of times, but he got there; as those three last words entered Hilary's mind she knew there was a reason she'd let Leila drag her over here tonight.
"...You do?"
Her eyes were focused on Brock now, on his face and on his very own eyes, and she sat there, quiet and unflinching for a good few seconds while she contemplated all that that could mean.
"You do, and you're not joking, or anything?"
Her lips began to twitch at the sides, a smile forcing its way up to her mouth, waiting to be let free and set about making Brock smile too. And just like that, her impatient lips met his, tasting for the first time the taste of a boy who genuinely liked her back. She couldn't help herself- she was ecstatic as she felt the nerves slip away from the kiss, and the two finally got past everything that had kept them apart for so long.
At this realisation, she broke away abruptly as her high-pitched giggling took over the silence of the room and left Brock confused as he looked on.
"I'm... oh, God, I'm sorry, really, ahaha..."
Catching her breath, she sighed and flicked her fringe out of her eyes, shaking her head as the remnant laughter escaped fom her lungs. Looking aside, she thought abut how that must've looked to Brock, and quickly set about making it right to ensure he didn't think ill of her. She shuffled along the bed towards him, and rested her head on his shoulder as she stared at the mirror on the back of the bedroom door.
"Sorry if I weirded you out."
She didn't interrupt him though, she simply let him say his piece, reserving the right to cry until she'd gone home in an unashamedly drunken stupor and poured her insides all over her bedroom floor. But then he finished. It took a while, the longest of times, but he got there; as those three last words entered Hilary's mind she knew there was a reason she'd let Leila drag her over here tonight.
"...You do?"
Her eyes were focused on Brock now, on his face and on his very own eyes, and she sat there, quiet and unflinching for a good few seconds while she contemplated all that that could mean.
"You do, and you're not joking, or anything?"
Her lips began to twitch at the sides, a smile forcing its way up to her mouth, waiting to be let free and set about making Brock smile too. And just like that, her impatient lips met his, tasting for the first time the taste of a boy who genuinely liked her back. She couldn't help herself- she was ecstatic as she felt the nerves slip away from the kiss, and the two finally got past everything that had kept them apart for so long.
At this realisation, she broke away abruptly as her high-pitched giggling took over the silence of the room and left Brock confused as he looked on.
"I'm... oh, God, I'm sorry, really, ahaha..."
Catching her breath, she sighed and flicked her fringe out of her eyes, shaking her head as the remnant laughter escaped fom her lungs. Looking aside, she thought abut how that must've looked to Brock, and quickly set about making it right to ensure he didn't think ill of her. She shuffled along the bed towards him, and rested her head on his shoulder as she stared at the mirror on the back of the bedroom door.
"Sorry if I weirded you out."