Fireworks
Fireworks
Length: Oneshot
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes, it's better not to think too much. Short and Fluffy.
She was just perfect.
Amazing really, the way her eyes sparkled as she watched she watched fire light the way her bell-like voice chimed whenever she saw a particularly large fire work.
Jamie was sweet, kind, my childhood friend. We haven't met in a while, in over five months, so we were delighted to have this opportunity.
July the first was our special day. We celebrate our country, like everyone else, but we also celebrate our own birthday. So as we lay there on the roof of her house on this warm summer night, we can pretend the sky is lit up just for the two of us.
I looked over at her, the sudden urge to touch her washed over me. So I did, running my fingers through her silk-like hair. It wasn't the first time, I'd toughed her before. Small caresses on her cheeks, loving pats on her head, small things.
She shifted her gaze from the sky, looking at me with a small smile and moving slightly from her position so she was supporting herself on her elbows.
"What's up?" she asked, though I knew she wasn't as concerned for me as she was of missing the fireworks. I nodded no and moved my gaze up, feeling her mimic me.
My fingers were still entangled in her bangs when a large fire work went off, and neither one of us could stop the childish wow from leaving our mouths. We looked at each other, identical grins adorning our faces, as the red light started to fade.
"You saw that one, right Chris?" she asked; voice so much like a five-year-old that I couldn t suppress the laugh that fell from my lips. Jamie pouted, full red lips contrasting against pale skin. I wanted to kiss her. I've had that urge for some time now.
I knew it'd be awkward if I tried, our relationship did revolve around a brother-sister factor. We had different parents, true, but we were raised in the same hospital, on the same day (though I was older by some hours), we've been practically inseparable from birth. We were raised as siblings,and I knew these feelings were odd.
I knew it'd be awkward, as I leaned towards her. I saw the pink blush that dusted her cheeks when I was mere inches away from her face; I also saw the confusion and slight fear in her eyes.
I knew it'd be awkward. So, just as our lips were about to touch, I kissed her forehead and wrapped my arms around her neck, our cheeks flush against each others.
"What'd you think I d do?" I asked mischievously, hoping she wouldn't hear the longing in my voice.
"N-nothing." She stuttered, her eyes snapping back to the flashing lights in the sky, small hands clutching at my forearms as she sat in my embrace until our mom's came to get us for diner.
A/N: Published in "Young Voices" Magazine, 2008/2009.