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I Hate Purple

Romance

Created on 5-7-08

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Story Rating G

She’s a girl whose troubles get to her, who can’t find the meaning of her talented life, and who hates admitting facts to the world. Her boyfriend was Van, a cute dark-skinned boy who spoke Spanish when she was sad, who was always busting random dance moves and at times couldn’t be understood in her eyes. He wasn’t like her, at all. Period. But when he put his spell on her for what seemed like years ago, she fell for him forcefully. She hated to admit that she was nuts about him, so whenever someone brought Van up in a conversation, she’d try to change the subject. When she talked about him, she told people that he was a weirdo and that he could never be serious, even if the matter came down to it, which was a lie. They never fought, ever, and she was fortunate to have a relationship like they both wished to have. She wouldn’t necessarily call what they did “fighting”, it was more like him teasing her, her arguing back. “Van, ugh” She said to him as he entered her bedroom on a chilly winter afternoon. “What?” He asked, shutting the door quietly so he could hear her speak. She was sitting neatly at the end of her bed, which she mostly called, her best friend. “That shirt is hideous” He chuckled at her stubbornness and went to her, kissing her lightly on the lips. “I could take it off, you know” She was just getting ready to shoot a negative comment at him when his lips struck hers again. She would never be angry or stubborn enough to ever push him away from her. He leaned her gently onto the bed, kissing her a little faster this time. He now pulled her into him, her hands on his flat toned stomach and her body pressed to his. They did this often; she looked forward to him coming over just so he could kiss her like she’s always wanted a guy to kiss her. He had been her first everything. First kiss, first hand to hold, first guy to ever hug her, flirt with her, be with her. What she loved is that he didn’t push her, he expected and loved her stubbornness and laughed when she called him pointless names. When she was upset, he tried his best to cheer her up, and when she just wanted to be alone, he respected her enough to let her have the time she needed. They had been dating for almost eight months now, and the only “action” she had ever given him is a “make out session” every other time he came over and when she wore a bikini at his sixteenth birthday party. Everyone, including her parents, said she should give him something more, but not necessarily sex. Not something that you’d buy at the local department store, or an invitation inside her pants, but to give him more loyalty as a girlfriend. Every single one of his friends had had sex plenty of times, but he had told her before they went out that he wasn’t like any of his friends, and that he’d get embarrassed when they were around her and him together. Not because he was dating her, because they’d always make comments about them never having sex, and he knew that when he and she weren’t looking, they’d make fun of them both. She had never been the kind of girl to ever go around giving sex to anyone. To tell you the truth, she was scared of sex. Terrified. Van knew this, he knew that she wasn’t comfortable with even speaking of the subject, and he respected that, as well. One of his arms was wrapped around her, smearing him and her together, and his other hand rested on her lower back. She didn’t like it there most of the time, and that always led her to moving it. She didn’t today. Their kissing got more intense and then she started feeling uncomfortable, afraid that what was happening now could get too far. “Van,” She mumbled, pulling away from him and pushing on his chest. “Noo,” He begged, pulling her closer “Five more minutes” “No,” She pushed on his chest again and this time he let her go. She got up quickly but walked slowly to her clean dresser. She then started feeling guilty as she heard him sit up straight on her bed. She looked at him guiltily. “I’m sorry,” She said. “Ehh,” He said, looking at the lamp on her nightstand “I knew it was coming,” She let out a sigh of anger caused by herself and then turned all the way around. “What do you mean by that?” She then shot at him. “Nothing,” He chuckled “We are so much alike, I love it” “Pfft,” She said stubbornly “We have nothing in common” “Sure we do,” He said, getting off the bed gracefully. “I hate purple” She smirked. “I love purple” “I hate Mexican food “I love Mexican food” “I hate polka-dots” “I love polka-dots” She let out a sound of frustration and opened the door, making her way to the kitchen. “I hate orange juice” “I love orange juice” She thought about something that he would truly hate, something that she would love…and he would hate. She wanted to prove that they had nothing in common. “I hate reading” “I love reading” She thought she had him that time. “I’ve never seen a book in your hand,” She shot at him. “That’s because I don’t read when I’m around you.” “And I’ve never seen you drink orange juice” “That’s because I don’t drink orange juice when I’m around you” She circled around the island in their kitchen as he followed her at a distance. “I hate…” She thought for a second “When you follow me” She gave him the evil eye as he laughed. “I love following you” “I hate being a bad girlfriend.” He stopped walking and then got serious. His seriousness she loved every time, because when he was serious, he was truthful. “Is that what this is all about?” She looked away and shrugged. He walked towards her, her staying put so he could get to her. Her arms were in his hands instantly when he reached her. “I have dated a hell of a lot of girls, but none like you. None of them have ever given me the love and friendship you have,” He looked in her eyes but didn’t find a trace of belief. He took her chin in his big hand and forced her eyes to look at him. “When I see you I don’t see anyone else, when you touch me I can’t breathe, when you kiss me I get dizzy, when I’m around you I want every one to know you’re mine” She blushed furiously and pulled away from him, making her way to the cupboard. She toke a simple plate out and rested it on the counter. “I love it when you do that,” He chuckled, his comment smothering her in shyness. “Did you just say you loved me, and get away with it?” She joked, now in a good mood. “Maybe I did,” He said, slipping in front of her as she reached for the refrigerator “Maybe I do,” She smiled big at him, biting her lower lip in a flirtatious way. Her hands ran up his chest and locked around his neck. She pressed her lips to his and he returned her kiss. “I love you too,” She said. He smiled and kissed her again, them both receiving the happily ever after that they had always been looking for. Dedication:This is dedicated to William Rush because the love and friendship he gave me could never match anyone else’s. He respected me for who I was and never ever wanted me to be anything else. We have stayed friends throughout the year we’ve known each other and I will never regret anything we have ever stepped into. I have him here for me, and I wouldn’t want anyone else in this whole world. This story resembles our friendship and relationship as one, our foolish arguments and things we did that we personally didn’t understand. I would never take a second back. I love you William, I couldn’t have done this without you. He was the first to read…and believe.

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