Taylor
I sat on the inflatable chair in Callista's room and waited patiently for her return. As stupid as this may sound I missed her terribly and it had only been around 3 minutes since she had left. I realized that right now my worst fear is leaving her to go back to Tulsa, I have no clue what I'm going to do when that time comes.
This whole situation perplexes me, I mean, I've know her for a whole 8 hours, 36 minutes, and 16 seconds (Who's Counting?) and the thought of not having her around does strange things to me. When she is around it's like there is some magnet pulling me toward her. I can't stand not to be making some sort of contact with her, to be holding her or touching her. On the other hand when she's not around, like now, my world is turned upside down. My head spins and my heart aches with an astounding intensity. I guess I've always thought that that was just a metaphor made up by some old guy trying to impress a girl, but my heart literally aches, as though a piece of me has been torn away. I wonder how one single person could do this to me, I have never felt this way before and it almost scares me. Although if not ever meeting Callista meant that I wouldn't feel this way then I could deal with a spinning head and aching heart, at least for a little while.
My thoughts were broken when Callista dropped herself into one of the chairs next to me and put her feet up on the ottoman directly next to mine. Her feet were petite, I'm guessing they were like a size six, don't ask me how I know about women's shoe sizes cause I'm not quite sure myself I guess it's just because my mother spent so many years shopping with all her friends and dragging me along. I have come to learn that nearly all women are obsessed with shoes, not that some men, I.E. Isaac, cough, cough, aren't. Oops, I let out his secret. Anyway, next to me gargantuan feet **AN-he he he, dirty thought, sorry** they looked even smaller. I registered the memory that her hands were small too, I liked that though. They fit perfectly into mine and they were so soft, I wanted to hold them infinitely.
"I'm back," her heavenly voice invaded my ears.
"Good�I missed you, ya know." I smiled at her, I couldn't help but smile in her presence, even though I know I look like a dork. When she smiled her adorable smile back at me I wanted to melt right into the plastic chair I was seated in.
"So what d'ya wanna do?"
"Your mom suggested a movie�" I trailed off, afraid to say what was really on my mind. 'Hold you in my arms, inhale your sweet scent and never let you go.' I repeated in my mind.
"Oh." I almost detected a hint of disconsolation in her voice and I regretted not saying what was really on my mind. Knowing her she was thinking the same thing and anyway she would never laugh at me. "Kay, I've got some really good Christmas classics and some new ones. Any suggestions?"
I thought a moment, I love It's a Wonderful Life, but I love Miracle on 34th Street too. "How 'bout Miracle on 34th street?" I decided.
"New or old?"
"New" I just love the little girl in that version, she reminds me so much of Jessie.
I watched her get up and walk across the room to an entertainment center and get everything ready. She even looked attractive from behind, what downfalls does she have?! She motioned for me to join her, duh, what was I thinking sitting over here? Again another example of what she does to me, turning my whole brain off. It became just a mass of pulpy gray muscle located between my ears faster than you can imagine when I was in the same general area as she was. I wondered if she actually realized how wild she drove me.
I went over and sat down next to her, in front of the TV, our backs to the bed. I lost myself in her presence, when I was that close to her all my senses turned toward her, I could concentrate on nothing else. The movie continued on in the background and I tried to concentrate on it, I didn't want to look too retarded or anything.
Before I knew what was happening she was in my lap and my arms were wrapped impenetrably around her, I didn't want her to ever break free form my grasp. I buried my face into the side of her graceful neck and inhaled her wonderful scent. I'm not sure exactly what it is, a mixture of soap, fabric softener, baby powders, shampoo and a divine perfume, I think. What ever it is, it is positively intoxicating.
I trailed a few soft kisses down her neck, I couldn't help myself, and she slowly turned to face me. Her heavenly eyes gazed into mine and our lips met in a gentle and awe-inspiring kiss. IT was so strange, suddenly I understood what real value every love song ever written held and I was inspired to write a million more. It was like all of these unforeseen words popped into my head and they were perfect songs. I needed to find a scrap of paper, anything, to write theses things down before I lost them, but I feared letting go of Callista, and breaking the kiss. So I lost myself in her supple lips and the taste of her luxurious tongue, ignoring the words inside my head. Ignoring, along with the words in my head, the words of Noah standing in Callista's doorway calling to me.