Stuck
Then I was twelve and walking up down this road and a beautiful young girl appeared and grabbed my hand. I was so nervous I couldn't even turn my head to look at her. Just stared straight ahead praying that my palms would not start sweating and that she would introduce herself. But neither did them nor her; I was torn because them, which I didn't want to start but wanted to from her, the introduction. I was frozen mobile and trying to remember what she looked like because I was unable to turn my head. But just the touch of her hand sent tingles throughout my entire body like a firework. Like a bright firework, visible as it penetrates my body, but then it goes dark. It goes dark for a moment but that darkness is followed by a tremendous firework explosion. Then I tripped on a root, like some spectacular jackass.
We were still holding hands, but I was on one knee. I turned red and wanted to just run. If we weren't still holding hands I would have. I would have just run home and be alone forever. But, under that large tree whose root was being such a dick, she grabbed my other hand and I stood. We looked at each other.
Her pupil sparkled like a planet covered in sequins inside of a milky way that is made of just a lot of other brown planets. And the sequined planet turned like a disco ball so that my face was spotted with moving light and those spots were pieces indicative of awe: an eye, a mouth, a brow. And when she blinked there was temporary darkness.
"Are you O.K.?"
"Yeah."
She let go of one hand and we started to walk again but I kept my eyes on her; her firm body moved like a muscular horse or some other large, sleek animal inside of her thin but modest blue dress. Her hair was straight and brown and each strand seemed to coerce the others to follow in the wind as if by magnetism. Her hair was like, fucking unbelievable and I wanted to touch it so badly. And all of a sudden she sat down on a stump.
"WIll you play with my hair?"
Then this crazy looking, fucked-up wasted girl appeared. My skin was so blood tight I couldn't bear it, my young penis erected furtively. This crazy looking, fucked-up wasted girl was like, all walking toward me like a zombie or a victim of a very recent natural disaster. She spoke like a bitch trying to start a fight.
"Hey."
But we tried to ignore her.
"Hey, motherfucker," she said. "I fuck you and your buddy for $12."
We were still holding hands, but I was on one knee. I turned red and wanted to just run. If we weren't still holding hands I would have. I would have just run home and be alone forever. But, under that large tree whose root was being such a dick, she grabbed my other hand and I stood. We looked at each other.
Her pupil sparkled like a planet covered in sequins inside of a milky way that is made of just a lot of other brown planets. And the sequined planet turned like a disco ball so that my face was spotted with moving light and those spots were pieces indicative of awe: an eye, a mouth, a brow. And when she blinked there was temporary darkness.
"Are you O.K.?"
"Yeah."
She let go of one hand and we started to walk again but I kept my eyes on her; her firm body moved like a muscular horse or some other large, sleek animal inside of her thin but modest blue dress. Her hair was straight and brown and each strand seemed to coerce the others to follow in the wind as if by magnetism. Her hair was like, fucking unbelievable and I wanted to touch it so badly. And all of a sudden she sat down on a stump.
"WIll you play with my hair?"
Then this crazy looking, fucked-up wasted girl appeared. My skin was so blood tight I couldn't bear it, my young penis erected furtively. This crazy looking, fucked-up wasted girl was like, all walking toward me like a zombie or a victim of a very recent natural disaster. She spoke like a bitch trying to start a fight.
"Hey."
But we tried to ignore her.
"Hey, motherfucker," she said. "I fuck you and your buddy for $12."