What is the greatest kiss in the world to you? Is it the ol "let's just be friends" peck on the cheak, or maybe it's the "let's just finish this, I have places to see and people to do" kiss, it could be Mom's favorite kiss the "we'll finish this later" kiss or the one that my brother, Tyler gives his khloe eyed tamagotchi girlfriend, Misha.
I'm not exactly sure how to discibe this kiss to you and I can't guarenttee that what ever you have previously eaten wont decide to show itself again but I can tell you that I'm sick of sitting in the living room during one of their sucking face sessions. I usually can ignore them effortlessly these early Saturday mornings but for some reason, today Misha is a little louder than usual and Tyler is a little naked than usual and the sofa keeps shifting and moving. It feels as small as one of those chairs the kids in kindegarden stoop in.
I turn up the volume on the televison hopeing to drown out Misha's cat like purring and Tylers anxious grunting.Just in time to, the audience on the screen roars booms throughout the living room and the announcers voice is giddy and firm as he annouces. In huge purple words 'Prices Galore' caves into the screen and then the announcer begans to call out a bunch of contestants from the addience. I smile secretly to myself as the movement in the chair stops abruptly.
I know that Tyler is giving me the disapproving look he always gives me when things dont turn out his way so I continue to ignore his exsistance and cheer along with the contestants as they take their places on stage.
"Why'd you have to go and do that Melrose?" he asks almost in a low compromiseing tone. His logical tone, I call it. He usually played the innocent card when Misha was around and I usually foiled his plan by being even more logical. It's a win win.
I turn to him and tilt my head.
"what ever are you talking about dear brother?" I ask in a truely bemused way. Misha is adjusting herself and looking aggrivated and I'm seeing more of Tyler than I want to. I send him a message with my eyes about his cherry nipples and he sighs, rolls his eyes and stands up from the sofa.
"You know what, forget it, Mishia lets go" he says in a languid voice I realize he's copied from someone. I almost laugh at how it dulls in comparison to the person who is known for that natural tone. I can tell that Misha isnt a fan from me by the way she smiles at me,I can tell a phony smile from anywhere because I was always issueing them to people, especially back to the phonies. After they crept away up the creaking 10 steps I turned down the volume and flipped through channels that failed to catch my attention, but I knew it was a lost coast on a Saturday of all days. This was usually the time I'd be in track running the day away but unfortunately I had become one of the weekend invalids, with a twisted ankle.
I grinded my teeth as I pulled the afgan over the arm of the chair to hide the gauze around my ankle mom had wrapped almost 20 times, making it looked more swollen then it should be, like a plastard donut. Not to mention it felt like I was trying to pull a thousand suns. Gradually I was able to hide it well enough.
The house on a Saturday was never my spot to hang out in especially not to be confined in either, I tried to argue with Jenifer, my mom, to let me spend the day at Chloe's house but she was convienced that I was only going to Chloe's house because Chloe would be at the Run and I wouldnt take it easy being on the sidelines and not running.
"Sweetheart your just upset, and being there at that game... it's only going to make things worse for you." I remember her telling me earlier this morining during breakfast. I was hunched over the remnants of CoaCoa puffs, the muddy milk reflecting my dowdy morning face.Dad came up behind me and in his calm paitient voice said,
"There'll be other games pumpkin you ankle isnt going to be twisted forever"
Tyler poured Orange juice into a glass and smiled. I scowled at him and fought the urge of flinging the bowl at his head. That wouldnt be smart either way. I'd be unable to walk and grounded, I quickly gave him the finger and listened to mom and dad talk about the weather and how they'd come and check up on me between luch breaks.
Like I was some child, I would be 17 on November the 22 of next year and they were still treating my like that 8 year old girl who fell out of a tree.
Like I was saying before, everyone has a kiss that they like that they'd like to send a secret message to the receiver, but I bet no one has had the kiss that I've been given. It's one that can hurt and terrify you but make you weak and fluttery. You'll swear that you've been flying with the angels but you'd know that really you were burning from heart ache.
It's the Paper kiss and I'll never forget the first time he gave it to me, the first time I died and I lived at the same time.
I'll never forget.
I'm not exactly sure how to discibe this kiss to you and I can't guarenttee that what ever you have previously eaten wont decide to show itself again but I can tell you that I'm sick of sitting in the living room during one of their sucking face sessions. I usually can ignore them effortlessly these early Saturday mornings but for some reason, today Misha is a little louder than usual and Tyler is a little naked than usual and the sofa keeps shifting and moving. It feels as small as one of those chairs the kids in kindegarden stoop in.
I turn up the volume on the televison hopeing to drown out Misha's cat like purring and Tylers anxious grunting.Just in time to, the audience on the screen roars booms throughout the living room and the announcers voice is giddy and firm as he annouces. In huge purple words 'Prices Galore' caves into the screen and then the announcer begans to call out a bunch of contestants from the addience. I smile secretly to myself as the movement in the chair stops abruptly.
I know that Tyler is giving me the disapproving look he always gives me when things dont turn out his way so I continue to ignore his exsistance and cheer along with the contestants as they take their places on stage.
"Why'd you have to go and do that Melrose?" he asks almost in a low compromiseing tone. His logical tone, I call it. He usually played the innocent card when Misha was around and I usually foiled his plan by being even more logical. It's a win win.
I turn to him and tilt my head.
"what ever are you talking about dear brother?" I ask in a truely bemused way. Misha is adjusting herself and looking aggrivated and I'm seeing more of Tyler than I want to. I send him a message with my eyes about his cherry nipples and he sighs, rolls his eyes and stands up from the sofa.
"You know what, forget it, Mishia lets go" he says in a languid voice I realize he's copied from someone. I almost laugh at how it dulls in comparison to the person who is known for that natural tone. I can tell that Misha isnt a fan from me by the way she smiles at me,I can tell a phony smile from anywhere because I was always issueing them to people, especially back to the phonies. After they crept away up the creaking 10 steps I turned down the volume and flipped through channels that failed to catch my attention, but I knew it was a lost coast on a Saturday of all days. This was usually the time I'd be in track running the day away but unfortunately I had become one of the weekend invalids, with a twisted ankle.
I grinded my teeth as I pulled the afgan over the arm of the chair to hide the gauze around my ankle mom had wrapped almost 20 times, making it looked more swollen then it should be, like a plastard donut. Not to mention it felt like I was trying to pull a thousand suns. Gradually I was able to hide it well enough.
The house on a Saturday was never my spot to hang out in especially not to be confined in either, I tried to argue with Jenifer, my mom, to let me spend the day at Chloe's house but she was convienced that I was only going to Chloe's house because Chloe would be at the Run and I wouldnt take it easy being on the sidelines and not running.
"Sweetheart your just upset, and being there at that game... it's only going to make things worse for you." I remember her telling me earlier this morining during breakfast. I was hunched over the remnants of CoaCoa puffs, the muddy milk reflecting my dowdy morning face.Dad came up behind me and in his calm paitient voice said,
"There'll be other games pumpkin you ankle isnt going to be twisted forever"
Tyler poured Orange juice into a glass and smiled. I scowled at him and fought the urge of flinging the bowl at his head. That wouldnt be smart either way. I'd be unable to walk and grounded, I quickly gave him the finger and listened to mom and dad talk about the weather and how they'd come and check up on me between luch breaks.
Like I was some child, I would be 17 on November the 22 of next year and they were still treating my like that 8 year old girl who fell out of a tree.
Like I was saying before, everyone has a kiss that they like that they'd like to send a secret message to the receiver, but I bet no one has had the kiss that I've been given. It's one that can hurt and terrify you but make you weak and fluttery. You'll swear that you've been flying with the angels but you'd know that really you were burning from heart ache.
It's the Paper kiss and I'll never forget the first time he gave it to me, the first time I died and I lived at the same time.
I'll never forget.