There you two are," Nina calls.
She offers a smile almost identical to Chiara's when she's up to something. Nina drops Tate's hand and presses the power button on her point-and-shoot camera. She motions for Darren and me to get closer together, but we're like rocks.
"Come on, I want a picture," she prompts. Darren doesn't move, so I walk over to him and leave a few inches between us. Nina huffs and reaches for Darren's arm, wrapping it behind my head and resting his hand on my shoulder. My bare shoulder!
"Nina--" Darren starts to gripe.
"Shut up, I'm giving you direction. You two are pathetic." She stands by Tate again and takes a picture of us. "Smiling won't kill you, doll."
"I smiling," I say through gritted teeth, Darren's hand burning into my skin.
She puts a fist on her hip and shifts her weight impatiently. "Not you. Him."
I turn to look at Darren, but he's still holding on to me and my body sort of melts into his. He turns his face to mine too and I bite back a nervous laugh, which makes him crack a smile. "Finally," Nina says as she takes a couple more pictures. My smile stretches ear to ear and I'm completely lost in Darren's deep eyes. Nina's still chattering on, probably asking us to change poses, but I don't hear any of it and Darren doesn't seem to either. It's just us. Me and the boy I watched fall asleep last night. The same cute face I stared at until my eyes burned with heaviness and forced me to close them. The hand on my bare shoulder is the same one that still held a loose grip on mine this morning when I woke up.
My head is light and my fingers shake, but I can't stop smiling. He's so close. All he has to do is lean--
"Where's the mistletoe when you need it?" Nina's voice cuts through my thoughts.
His eyes dart to my lips for an instant and his smile falls. "I think you got enough pictures, Nina," Darren says.
She offers a smile almost identical to Chiara's when she's up to something. Nina drops Tate's hand and presses the power button on her point-and-shoot camera. She motions for Darren and me to get closer together, but we're like rocks.
"Come on, I want a picture," she prompts. Darren doesn't move, so I walk over to him and leave a few inches between us. Nina huffs and reaches for Darren's arm, wrapping it behind my head and resting his hand on my shoulder. My bare shoulder!
"Nina--" Darren starts to gripe.
"Shut up, I'm giving you direction. You two are pathetic." She stands by Tate again and takes a picture of us. "Smiling won't kill you, doll."
"I smiling," I say through gritted teeth, Darren's hand burning into my skin.
She puts a fist on her hip and shifts her weight impatiently. "Not you. Him."
I turn to look at Darren, but he's still holding on to me and my body sort of melts into his. He turns his face to mine too and I bite back a nervous laugh, which makes him crack a smile. "Finally," Nina says as she takes a couple more pictures. My smile stretches ear to ear and I'm completely lost in Darren's deep eyes. Nina's still chattering on, probably asking us to change poses, but I don't hear any of it and Darren doesn't seem to either. It's just us. Me and the boy I watched fall asleep last night. The same cute face I stared at until my eyes burned with heaviness and forced me to close them. The hand on my bare shoulder is the same one that still held a loose grip on mine this morning when I woke up.
My head is light and my fingers shake, but I can't stop smiling. He's so close. All he has to do is lean--
"Where's the mistletoe when you need it?" Nina's voice cuts through my thoughts.
His eyes dart to my lips for an instant and his smile falls. "I think you got enough pictures, Nina," Darren says.
( Kristin Rae )
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