short stories

sparks

sparks

If you want to, you can listen to Sparks by Coldplay while reading:)

She hopped into the shower. She couldn't help but dance while massaging her head with the shampoo. This was the day. Her friend since she learned talking would take her out and she couldn't wait. During college they didn't talk to each other that much, but they were happy as they drew closer again. Both felt something, not knowing if it was love, but it was worth a try. They promised that they would stay friends if things didn't work out. While she wrapped herself in a towel, he wondered in front of his wardrobe. What could he possibly wear? Should it be special? She knew him in and out, and she probably also could tell what teeshirts he had, but now, he didn't know what would be the best. Casual or fancy? It's a date, he reminded himself and grabbed a shirt and some black trousers. He stared into the mirror. He still had to shave but this should be alright.
She felt her heart skipping a beat as the doorbell rang. He was there, waiting and a smile spread on her lips. She breathed in and locked the door open. He grinned back. He admired her for a little second. Her body with curves amazed him every time.
"You're beautiful," he whispered.
"You too," she smiled as she saw his shirt.
He took her hand and crossed his fingers with hers. He led her to his car and started driving. They stayed in a comfortable silence. They had been good at not having any discussion and that there wasn't an awkward atmosphere. He stopped at the little bar where they chose to eat. He let her pass as they entered. A table was ordered for them. Sitting face to face, they shared eye contact. When their eyes met, both smiled, but looked away afterwards. None of them wondered if they should speak, their bodies did it for them. He could see her eyes sparkling, she could see his hands tremble with nervousness. They ate in silent, asked if it tasted good to the other. Both agreed that it had tasted better when they were young. They shared the memories of this place, laughing and also some sad moments. This place was their family spot. They used to go there so often. The boss changed and the families left, but they stayed. The bar got restored, colours that didn't really fit with each other, but they didn't seem to care. Later, music started playing, lights danced around. They stood up and went to the dance floor. First a little distant but coming closer. She felt sparks of something indescribable as he pulled her to him, as she felt his breath on the top of her face, as they exchanged a smile.
He smiled when she moved with the rhythm, when she giggled, when she came close and leaned her head against his chest. They listened to each other's heartbeat, both faster because of the idea of them together or because of the exhaust of dancing. They both wanted to leave at the same time, chuckled at that coincidence. It turned cold and dark, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders as they walked to the care side by side.
"Should we go to my house?" he asked.
She responded with a nod and he started the car. There was already a pyjama and a toothbrush because it had happened often that she slept at his house. When she felt alone at home or when she had troubles sleeping. He also came sometimes for the same reasons. While they lied next to each other, he read a book and she wrote diary, smiling, seeing that it had been a beautiful day for her. Was it because of him? She closed her diary and leaned to him. He wrapped his arms around her and she put her head against his shoulder. He closed his book and kissed her forehead.
"I'll be there until you fall asleep," he whispered in her ear. It was the last thing she heard before falling into the black hole of sleep. She felt that this was a new beginning, he noticed that too. A smile covered their face as they drifted away.

I discovered the song sparks and I listened to it all day, suddenly this idea formed in my head. Usually, when I have an idea, it's very different from the result at the end. But this discussion-less date and where the silence says more than words got inspired from the song by Coldplay.
Sorry for posting so irregularly, I'm quite focused with The Revival of The Force that I wrote or am writing.
Hope you enjoyed this shorter short story!
Bérénice
PS; I have a long short story in making, so be prepared. I don't know if I should post it in one or do separated chapters. I could even create a whole book about it, but I don't really know yet.