Photo Inspiration.

Bong, Bong, Bong, Bong, the old town square clock chimes 11 pm, an hour just before midnight. Normally, at around this time, I'd be by myself, maybe watcing a movie. But not tonight, no, nothing is normal now. By chance, a miracle, I found him. Yes, HIM. The one that every girl looks for, the person who changes your world completely. I feel his oh-so-soft lips on mine, kissing me oh so slowly and passionately, and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. "Hey, white doesn't look that bad on you." He says, jokingly, and I give him this look of questioning. He takes my chin and tilts it up a bit, and I understand what he means. They look like little feathers, slowly twirling around, some gently landing on the ground, others on his hair and on our lips. "It doesn't look that bad on you either." I say, and then brush them off his hair, and continue kissing him.

A double decker bus passes by, the sound deafening, so I couldn't hear him whisper. "I couldn't hear you, I'm sorry, what did you say?" I whisper into his ear, and of course, I just have to gently bite the bit of skin on his ear. "Ouch! I said, I'm so glad your mom let you come here with me tonight." He whispers into my ear, then returns to putting his tongue into my mouth. I couldn't really explain to him that I didn't exactly have my mom's permission, and that my older brother was covering for me, but those details aren't needed to be said, and besides, he wouldn't want to hear that, so I didn't say anything and we continued making out for another 10 minutes or so.

When his hand started sliding slowly down my side, and landing very close to my waistline, a thought came up into my head, and I realised that it had only been less than 2 weeks since I met him, and I was wondering how my mother would think of me now. I had this feeling of it moving a bit too fast, since, even though we had an immediate connection, he didn't know the real me, the one who was called fat every single day, the one no one liked. I decided to take that hand and then hold it, so then he we would hold hands instead.

Thankfully, that thought never came back that night. Besides, this is Europe.


Hey, it's not that bad for a 13 year old is it? :P , it took me half an hour or so -.- , but it's my first time . (x
[ that can sound wrong >.> ]
And I do realise that the people with the umbrella aren't doing anything romantic, but whatever.