Any who, here's the purpose of todays posts. Everything special that I did in that pretty curvy font ^-^
In my dreams, I was swimming. My
back to the ocean floor, I floated across the dazzling waters. Unlike most
nights, the moon refused to show its face, and instead the clouds, and some
shining stars, flickered over the surface of the incredible mass of liquid.
I
smiled. In the distance, I heard someone rushing out to join me. When I turned
upright to see who, it was the surfer from class. So much time had passed since
then, I had almost forgotten about him. Only then did I get a good view of his
true features—and how well they worked together to construct every expression.
In
a nutshell, he was breathtakingly beautiful. His hair, which was confirmed as a
light golden blonde, was styled in the way of Leonardo DiCaprio, shooting
backwards and to the side messily at odd angles, and somehow still adding to
his appearance. Some of it swept forwards again, hanging into his face. Sea blue
was the color of his eyes, which was no surprise judging by how attached to the
sea he had seemed earlier. Besides his jaw line and hair, everything was fitted
into a soft curve. Even the harshness of his tan seemed to be dulled to make
him look better.
He
ran across the water, as if it were land, and didn’t so much as stick a toe in
until he was beside me. He reached out to touch me, cup my cheek—
—But I didn’t get to feel what
it was like because my eyes sprung open. I think they wanted to see it for
themselves, not in some creepy dream, but alas, there was no surfer in front of
me. There was only Lara, and my crazy dreams, alone.
-and-
Caspian was in my dreams again.
Honestly, it was starting to annoy me, since every appearance was only getting
me more and more confused. Tomorrow, or the next day, or the next time I saw
him, I would deny answers. Or from Lucy. She seemed to know. Tarren had to know
too. Caspian had claimed to be good friends with him, and with him being Lucy’s
boyfriend, if Caspian hadn’t told him, then Lucy would have. Either way, there
was something terribly wrong with being lied to by two people you’d known since
sixth grade.
Back
to the dream. It was exactly like it had started the night before, with myself
floating across the surface of the water, far out in the sea, and Caspian
walking over it to reach me, sinking down once beside me. This time, though, he
didn’t try to touch me. In fact, he almost looked afraid to. The fear in eyes
confirmed that.
I
righted my body in the water, turning into a vertical position in the ocean and
I, confused, tried to figure out what was wrong. We didn’t speak. We just
stared, into each other’s eyes, with such an unwavering gaze it should’ve been
illegal. Such emotion churched under that soft exterior; I wanted to just reach
inside and grab hold of them, so I could understand, because I certainly wasn’t
anywhere near that at this point. I wanted to see what he was hiding, and
unravel it fast.
Yet,
that soft outside still laid between the worlds of me and him, and he had an
army of lashes defended. I wondered if . . .
I
kissed him. I leapt forward, grabbed his face gently with my hand, and I
pressed his lips to mind. The best thing? Probably the fact that he kissed me
back.
As
if he wasn’t thinking straight, he wound his arms around me, pulling me closer
than we had been when he saved me from Marcus. In the cool water, there was
nothing between us, nothing stopping us.
I
thought I had found what he had been hiding, what I had been hiding. I didn’t
understand it as I thought I would after this, but I could identify it at the
very least. That attraction. That feeling as if I knew him, as if he knew me.
Everything about me. But most of all, that attraction. I didn’t have to say it,
but I did anyways.
Love.
That's all! Drive safe, be happy...It's summer! I even forgot about that for a moment. It's funny, because I plan to spend every minute this summer writing and editing. I'm afraid time'll pass so fast I won't be able to catch up! Lol (Laugh Out Loud)
Lol (Lots of Loud!)
Cass
