Sunday, January 18, 2009

Chapter Six- Clarissa, More Than a Friend

After being up for about an hour, reliving my nightmare, I finally did my morning tasks and got on the cab to get to the coffee shop. I bought a newspaper and tucked it under my arm like every other day. A sudden thrill rushed up my spine when I neared towards the door. When the bell rang, I tingled with joy- joy, that seemed extremely unnatural to me. Clarissa bit her lip, like a teenager with a crush on some one would do. She smiled and the said,
"I was wondering if you wanted a kiss on the cheek.... I didn't get to offer you that last night." I tensed up suddenly, but then realized, I did want a kiss on the cheek. Before I could reply, my nightmare popped into my head. My brother. I missed him so much. It was all my fault tat he was dead. No one knew how he got killed, except for me, and it was all my fault. He died because of me. He was dead. My brother.
"I'm sorry. I should of realized you don't like me any more than you liked me before the date," she snapped me out of my trance.
"No, no, no! I do want you to kiss my cheek. I do like you more. Don't worry, I was just thinking about something." She seemed confused, but then smiled and neared towards me. She leaned over the counter and made a small peck of a kiss on the cheek. Butterflies. Bubbles. Sparks. All of my worries and fears phased out of my mind. She looked at me intently, obviously looking to see what I thought about what had just happened. I made a huge smile, and he laughed.
"What?" I said in a funny voice.
"Your smile is the most happy thing I've ever seen in one person."
"Well, you completely wrong."
"What do you mean?" She said sadly.
"Your smile is the most happy thing I've ever seen in one person." I said.
"Thanks. I love it when your nice and perky."
"Yah." That was all I could say. She walked over to another counter, and came back with a cup of coffee.
"I already made it for you. Just the way you like it."
"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow." She smiled and waved as I left the shop. The bell rang, and I felt more complete than I ever had in the past two years.

2 comments:

  1. I like this, it's good.

    Although in this post, I found two typos.

    It was all my fault tat he was dead. Should be It was all my fault that he was dead.

    "Thanks. I love it when your nice and perky." Should be "Thanks. I love it when you're nice and perky."

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