Welcome again to YAFF Muse: blog rounds. The ladies of YA Fiction Fanatics have come together for YAFF Muse. To have a little fun, explore different styles of writing and to give you some kick-butt shorts to read. Enjoy!
Grass Kiss2 by: Criswey
My face flushed as I stood on the path, watching a dark haired girl straddle her boyfriend. I could’ve lowered the binoculars, but having never got “on base” in my life, I was kind of curious.
Not that I was a perv or something. Besides, it wasn’t my fault that they chose to make out so close to our property line. The wind caught wisps of my brown hair, and I raised my free hand to brush them back.
“Kayla, what’cha looking at?” a familiar voice said behind me.
I didn’t need to turn around to know that Jeremy Nickelson, my “summer best friend” would be there. The binoculars slid from my hand as I whipped around to face him.
“Birds,” I blurted. My breath caught in my throat. God, when had he gotten hot? His blue eyes glittered, no longer hidden behind wire-rimmed glasses. And the metal tracks had been ripped from his mouth, revealing a too perfect smile.
He chuckled. “Birds? You don’t expect me to believe that, do you?” Jeremy grabbed the binoculars before I reached them.
“I thought you guys weren’t getting in until tomorrow,” I squeaked, rubbing my hands on my denim shorts.
“My dad wanted to surprise your dad.” He lifted the binoculars to his eyes. “Whoa, definitely not birds.” Lowering them, he glanced at me.
“Listen, I can totally explain. I’m not a perv—”
Jeremy ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair. “Like I care what you’re looking at. Besides, that chick is hot.”
He grinned again and I moved to fix my hair. God, since when was I self-conscience around Jeremy? Hell, we’d taken baths together when we were younger. We burped and farted and ate mud pies together. But that was before he got sexy!
“Maybe we should head back now. Dad will probably let us take his boat out,” I said.
He caught my arm. “C’mon, I just got here. And I came all this way to find you.” Jeremy handed the binoculars back to me. “You don’t have to stop watching because of me,” he teased.
I slugged him in the arm then raised the lenses to my eyes. “They’re gone. Probably heard you panting.”
“Yeah, my panting and your drooling.” He laughed. Then his face turned serious. “So have you…you know?”
The binoculars slipped again, but this time I caught them by the cord. “Are you asking if I’ve done it?”
His cheeks flushed.
“No,” I said. “What about you?”
Jeremy shook his head no. “I wasn’t exactly the kind of guy girls fell for, if you remember.” He kicked at a stone then glanced at me. “Have you kissed anybody?”
Sure. I’d kissed lots of people. Okay, only if you counted my parents and little brother. And it wasn’t that kind of kissing.
Jeremy grabbed my hand, tugging me toward the field we’d seen the couple in. “C’mon.”
“What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer, but once we got to the area where the grass was pushed down, he took the binoculars from me and tossed them on the ground. His fingers brushed my cheek, before he bent down, lips brushing mine.
My pulse thundered in my ears as I returned the kiss. Jeremy tugged me down on top of him. He pulled back and stared at me.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” He sounded breathless.
“You’ve been planning this?” I said.
“Only since we were two.”
My fingers laced in his hair, as his mouth caught mine again. From across the field, we heard someone giggling. I peered around and saw the college couple near the woodline.
“I thought they left,” I whispered. “I wonder what they’re doing.”
“Bird watching. Same as us.” Jeremy nuzzled closer and I realized that sometimes best friends made the best boyfriends.
Thanks to Cam for encouraging us to step out of the box. As all the gals in my crit group know, my main focus is YA Fantasy, paranormal, and urban fantasy. So doing something contemporary was a big switch up for me!