*Drinking/drunk persons
I grab the bag of kisses off the hook in the isle,
heading towards the front kiosk.
On the way,
I see my friend look at the rack of sunglasses.
A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth.
I know he doesn't wear sunglasses,
so as I pass him,
I grab his shirt to drag him along.
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We were laid out on the floor;
He was sprawled out on his stomach,
I was laid out on my side.
We watched the spinning ceiling,
Not able to remember who gave us the liquir.
Maybe it was in my drawer from when I used to steal,
Maybe it was from that girl at school,
Nata.. Natalie Seals?
I reached out without looking,
My hand landed on a bag.
Oh hey, look at that-
It was the kisses from the store,
From before.
I smiled,
Mischief pooled in my belly.
I unwrapped the chocolate and sat up,
Tapping my friends back.
"Hmm, d'you like... Chocolate?" I asked slowly.
"Chocolate? Yeah," he replied,
Rolling over like a turtle,
I put the kiss between my teeth,
Leaning towards him.
He got the idea and his cheeks dusted pink.
He leaned forward and connected our lips.
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PinPoint - A collection of short stories
Random-Mature A collection of short stories.* *This book is the book that I request feedback from especially. I don't really care about votes and whatnot, but please, PLEASE comment. Examples are "I would do..." or "That was..." or "Wow, he/she is..." etc...
