Bristol, South West was nice and quiet, usually the main plazas and area of businesses were the most crowded and over populated, but here where Miss Sophia Kinsley lived, it was just cool and relaxed. I hadn't met her yet, but I'd met all her roommates. She crashed on her best friend, James, couch and apparently she had no real 'home'. She was a run away.
When James had told us this, Margo was the only one who acted as if this was serious. I mean, of course running away was a bad thing, but Sophia was almost 20 years old. She finished high school and sure, maybe she was throwing away the rest of her life, but at least she was happy; and everyone wants happiness.
"But Sophia wouldn't just leave like that, she's smarter than that."
James paused and grinned as he smoked his cigarette, "Well, she did. Spliff' anyone?"
Cleo and I were the only ones who smoked along with him, for Margo thought smoking was hideous.
James looked like any other British boy. He wore tight jeans and a warm cardigan with comfortable, yet old looking shoes. His hair was frayed and dull and dirty blonde, while everything else about him was quiet simple and inelegant. You could never tell with these men.
Slowly, the morning turned into the afternoon and then it had become dark. Margo had fallen asleep on the couch while I waited by the T.V, but the whole time I stood, I couldn't stop thinking about Cleo. She was talking to James softly, and she had a small, smile on her face the entire time. Her careless hair was tossed and spun into waves.
She was beautiful. Almost too beautiful
Cleo slowly made her way towards me, and pressed her chin against my shoulder blade, "Well... how are you?" She leaned on me as I sighed, "Could be better."
"Why? Are you not enjoying yourself?" Cleo asked, sitting next to me and pressing her legs against her chest. I shook my head, "No, of course not. I'm having a great time. It's just, I've been thinking..."
"What's on your mind?" Cleo pressed, waiting for my answer. I took a deep breath, and went on, "I'm
really...scared, Cleo. That's normal, right? I mean, anyone can be scared."
Cleo giggled and held onto my hand, "Of course it's normal, but to be honest, I'm scared too. I'm always scared." She admitted, her face becoming flushed.
"You are?" as we sat together, I could feel a soft bond being created between us. It made me smile.
"Yeah, of course I am. I'm scared of a lot of things..." she trailed off, and her soft mocha eyes drifted towards mine.
She paused, but the sound of her voice seemed to linger,
as if she wanted to say something else.
"Like?" I asked softly. Cleo squeezed my hand and smiled, "I'm scared of you. I'm scared of..."
The silence stayed for a moment longer, but I found myself tracing the hair out of Cleo's eyes.
I found her soft, tender lips press against my jaw, before slowly making her way up to my lips. I took a quick, silent breath before pressing and moving my lips with hers.
I found my arms pressed against her waist while she smiled and kissed me some more.
"I'm scared of the way you're making me feel. Is that normal?" She bit her bottom lip, and I giggled. "Of course it is." I grinned, and whispered into her ear.
I kept my lips pressed to her soft, smooth cheek as she sighed, and looked at me again, keeping our foreheads locked with each other, "The thought that's scaring me the most is... why was I born? I know, stupid question; but really, why? What's my purpose? Do I even HAVE a purpose? It's so..."
"Confusing?" Cleo whispered, and I nodded, staring into her mocha like eyes, "Exactly."
Cleo stood up and turned off the light, and positioned herself in the make shift bed across the room, and patted the area next to her. I smiled, and moved towards her, and got under a large, itchy quilt.
Cleo beamed, and tilted her head to the side before whispering, her voice as soft as the wind, "You were born because you're going to be important to someone...hopefully, someday soon. "
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South Shore State of Mindby jkgovoni12,979 views
i just adore this series (:
"You were born because you're going to be important to someone... hopefully, someday soon" Hmm... could that "someone" be you Cleo? Eh? I think so.
girlwithasmile02 1 year ago
@girlwithasmile02 HAHAHA! thank you <3
ForeverxAlways101 1 year ago
oh lala j'adore cette historie? haha i tired to say i love this story in french! haha anyways ahhhh they kissed and i almost died! and ahhh cleo your last words are very true! hes important to me and you! XD love love love this<3
foreverNalwaysILY 1 year ago
@foreverNalwaysILY HAHAA! <3 YAAY! Thank you :D
ForeverxAlways101 1 year ago
cuutte
xxmsfloraxx 1 year ago
@xxmsfloraxx thanks :D
ForeverxAlways101 1 year ago