Bad Acid (Sample)

Her fingers traced up and down my chest, making me tingle. Every touch felt so much more intimate while you were high. I felt like I was on Cloud 9; her touch was a high all on its own. Her soft lips were pressed hard against mine and our fingers were entangled in each other’s hair. With my hands on her hips, I pushed her back against the cold brick walls of the church. I felt her lips curve into a smirk, and I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. This wasn’t really me, making out behind a church, doing drugs, having sex in some random guy’s shed with a girl I barely knew. It wasn’t really Tyler, but it was the Tyler that wanted Adrienne, and that Adrienne wanted.

My hands crept up and down her sides, but I was wary of putting them anywhere else. The church was a popular spot among the druggies, and anyone could walk by at any moment. Adrienne, though, started moving her hands lower. I hesitated to say or do anything, unsure of how good of an idea that was. She laughed in between kisses and glanced up at me. Her eyes shone like diamonds, and for once she looked more like a sweet, shy girl as opposed to the insane, wild one everyone knew her to be. “You’re too innocent, Ty,” she whispered. I felt her hands fall from my waistline as she began to walk away.

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. My head was pounding, and so was my heart. I leaned back on the wall and slid to the ground. Running my fingers through my hair, I looked up at the sky. That girl sent me into a whole other world every time I was with her. She gave me so much excitement that I’d never had in my life. But the problem still persisted, and I knew it would for a while, that she only saw me when I wasn’t being me. She saw Ty, but she didn’t see Tyler; a part of me, but not all of me.

And even then, I’d only invented that part of me for her.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s