I Can't Wait Forever

"What are you doing here?" I almost shouted. I saw him there, on my front porch like it was the most natural thing. 

Trace Anthony Force. The guy I've spent the most part of my high school life trying to forget but to no avail. The boy who had my heart since fifth grade. And, the boy who's heart I want so badly to just turn around. 

"I came here to talk." 

I stepped out on the porch with him and we sat on the steps. Everything felt to awkward and surreal. This was the closest contact we've had since we broke up three years ago. Even if he passed me on the hall, he wouldn't spare me a second glance. Just like I was invisible. 

"So what do you want to talk about?" I asked nervously, mentally bracing myself for what was to come next. 

"Us," he answered shortly. 

There's no more us. You made that pretty damn clear when you said I can kiss my apologies goodbye. 

"But there's nothing to talk about." 

"Yes, Bree. There is. You know there is." 

When I didn't respond, he continued. 

"Bree, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for making everything more difficult for you. But you and I both know what happened. You left me." 

Oh please. I know my fucking mistakes. I don't need you to use them on me now. 

"Trace, if rubbing my mistakes on me's what you came here for, then you might as well just leave," I said in my calmest tone. 

"No, that's not what I came here for. Bree, I'm just so sorry. For everything. I love you. You know I do but-" 

"But what?!" 

"But I'm asking you to give me some time to pull myself together. I can't be with you again if I'm still uncertain that you won't leave me like you did before." 

"So that's it? You're asking me to wait a little longer?! Trace I've been waiting for you for three years, THREE FUCKING YEARS! Can't you see how hard it was for me? I could've just stopped waiting for you when you constantly pushed me away. I could've just acted like you never existed. But I didn't! I never did cause I hoped. I hoped that you would one day take me back again. I hoped cause I kept convincing myself that somewhere in your heart, you still loved me. I hoped cause I told myself time and time again that you were worth the wait. Trace, I even put my life on hold for you! Don't you get that?!

And now you tell me you love me but you can't be with me cause you think I'd leave you again? After all that I've been through for you just to hear those three words you still think I'd leave you? Trace, I can't. I'm sorry but I can't. You were worth the wait, you're special. But-" 

"But what Bree?" He said in a tiny voice that broke my heart. 

"But I can't wait forever," I finally broke down so I stood up quickly and slammed the door shut behind me, stopping myself from running to him and taking everything back. Cause God knows I love him. But I can't just wait forever. I just can't. 

Kissing Booth

“YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT??!” I balked.

“A kissing booth, honey. That’s not too bad. And besides, it’s for charity,” my supposedly best friend Amanda said.

Ugh. Amanda and her charity purposes. I know it’s for a good cause but a kissing booth? COME ON!

“So you’re practically selling my lips just to raise money? That’s it?”

“Not exactly but hey, it can be fun. Just think of all those guys who’d pay bucks, fall in line and wait for hours just to get the chance to kiss the famous Simone McCall. Imagine all the kids you can help. And it’s not like you haven’t kissed anyone already,” she explained.

“No, I won’t do it. Nah-uh. Nope,” I said firmly. I may be a famous bitch but I ain’t sellin’ these famous lips for that. ;)

“Why not? C’mon, Simone, please. Think of the kids you’d help by doing this. Please.”

“I’d ask my dad to write you a check then.” Anything. Anything just to get this kissing booth off the choices.

“But where’s the fun in that?”

“Still no, Mands. Nope.”

“But-“

“Not a chance. Still no.”

“But maybe Andrew Castair will be there, falling in line, waiting for his kiss.”

I turned to her, my eyes bulging.

“Ha! That sure got your attention,” Amanda laughed victoriously.

Andrew Castair.

Too many reasons to say no to this kissing booth thing but one name could change my mind too easily. Andrew Castair has been my crush since forever. He’s the cutest, most charming, probably the smartest and nicest guy in the whole world. How could I pass the chance to kiss the modern-day Romeo Montague incarnate?

“Fine. But I’m not doing this because you got my hopes up with Andrew. I’m doing this for the children.”

“Deny it all you want but we both know why you’re doing this,” biatch could see right through me. Talk about how best friends know you better than you know yourself.

“Whatever, Mands. When’s this charity thing of yours again?”

“Tomorrow, five pm. School grounds.”

“I’ll be there,” I winked and simply walked away from her, nervousness and unusual giddiness surging within me.

I’ve been sitting on this chair, having snogged about a hundred other guys for four hours. Four fucking hours. But I had to endure it and finish this right? There were five guys left on the line and my Romeo’s nowhere in sight.

*sigh* TALK ABOUT MAJOR DISAPPOINTMENT ISSUES.

It’s not like I can do anything about it anymore. So I went back to what I was doing and kissed the last five guys, feeling a little bit downhearted.

“Uh, thanks,” the last guy said.

“Erm, sure. Thanks too, this would help a lot of kids in need.,” I said a little too hastily and started fixing my things.

As I was about to go, someone cussed behind me.

“Damn. I think it’s done, bro. I lost my chance. Again,” I would know that voice anywhere.

I stood up, turned around and saw him there, looking a little sad? Andrew Castair.

“I think not, Drew. Look again.”

He turned to my direction and beamed. He smiled and it was like the sun coming out from behind the clouds.

“Simone. You’re here,” he said, a little out of breath like he just ran a marathon.

“Hey, Andrew. Where else would I be?” I shifted nervously.

He laughed and I would swear the world stopped turning and just listened to him. “Well, you owe me a kiss,” he held up a ticked worth 500 bucks. Woah.

“You paid half a thousand bucks to kiss me?!” Oops. Kill me now please.

“What?” he asked questioningly.

“I said, you paid half a thousand bucks to help kids. That’s so nice of you,” I faked a laugh.

“Well, it’s for charity right?”

“Yeah, so…” I don’t know what to do. Should I come to him and kiss him abruptly? -.-“

“Right. Uhh, down to business,” he approached me.

“Yeah,” I felt myself blush.

He took my face in his hand and brushed my cheek lightly with his thumb.

“Such pretty eyes,” he whispered almost silently and leaned in towards me until our lips met.

It was like magic.

I would pay a million dollars just to relive the moment.

“God knows how long I’ve waited for that kiss to happen,” he said, making my heart skip a beat.

“What?!” asdfghjkl. I thought I was the one waiting for that kiss to finally happen.

“Well, I’ve waited for almost five years just to kiss the girl of my dreams.”