“Gosh-really it’s just Will,”
I get off the chair and walk up to Ashley’s pink hearted closet. It’s a walk in and the lights are in stars on the ceiling lighting up the grand dark red closet. The hearted door stays open behind me.
“Liz-It’s not just Will, It’s Will-your crush, hot shot, basketball player, Will-,”
Ashley walks in behind me as I pick through her shelf of jackets.
“Can I borrow this?” I lift up a leather red jacket.
“Hm,” she starts rubbing her chin like she’s thinking.
I tap my foot on the carpet feeling its softness. All the shelves are white with clothes on all of them. There are many hanging things in the closet. You can see all her shoes lying in this grand shelf (she really loves shoes) all of them are different there are no shoes that are the same at all.
“Sure,” she says after a short pause.
“Thanks,” I grab it and walk out of the grand closet.
“As I was saying-Will is the one you really want Liz, you can’t let this just pass by!”
I land on her bed trying to ignore her talking. The only reason that she’s doing this is that she thinks that Will is my everything; Will is the one to make me happy forever when he really isn’t. Ashley has her everything and she wants me to have someone too. She keeps on saying “Oh, he texted-he so likes you since he’s talking to you!” or even better “He’s looking at you, he likes you-Will Come her-“ and that’s when I slap my hand on her mouth and smile in Will’s direction and leave.
“Listen-I don’t care about Will!”
“Liar,” she shuts the closet doors and sits right next to me.
“Okay-,”
“What,” she questions.
“Will isn’t my everything Ash! I’m sick of your blabbing about this whole situation when it really is nothing at all,”
I lift my arms up and get off the bed standing in front of her.
“Look-this is how much it’ll work,” I move my index finger an inch away from my thumb.
“Uhuh,”
She gets up and moves my index finger much higher.
“I have to go,”
“Why,”
“If I tell you-you will go “See see! I told you,” and I don’t need that Ash,”
I walk up to the door holding the borrowed jacket.
“Liz,” she makes me turn around.
“Will right?”
I nod.
“I think that he really does like you-stop thinking negative you’re the one who tells me that Liz,”
“I know,” My voice gets lower.
“So please-believe me, he will come around and everything is better now right?”
She’s referring to when I moved back here. I’ve lived in Poland for about 2 years. Me and my family lived in 3 cities over there: first in Białystok then Wieliczka and finally Kraków. We moved that way because my dad got a better job in the northern part of Poland. The schools were okay but they weren’t good. In Cracow we lived in a village near the city. The school in the village was horrible-the kids didn’t like me, my brother (Andre), or even my 8 year old sister (Lucy). They hated us because of one reason: We were American. Now that sucked right? Uhuh. There were only a couple of teachers that were actually fair to us; most of them acted the same way as the kids (even in Bialystok). It was really hard to get used to the country ‘cause of the language, culture, population and much more. I loved and still love the country, it was amazing. In Bialystok we had a great friend (a Bialystok family that had a dog that loves ours which goes vice-versa) we are still great friends. Our family over there are still connected to us (we got closer since we moved). It was so hard to live there for us -school related- so we moved back to finish school.
“Yeah, it’s much better now,” I finally speak up.
“Great-now head to Will’s and be happy for once in your lifetime,”
“Oh, I’m happy all the time,”
“I know that Liz-I meant that you should forget the past and move on,”
I step out of her room into the yellow hallway. “I am forgetting- thanks Ash bye,”
“Bye,” We wave to each other and I leave the hallway going down the stairs.
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I tap my feet against the hardwood floor in Will’s room. He’s downstairs talking to his older sister. All I’m doing is staring at a blank TV that’s against a Teal colored wall. His room is covered with posters of basketball players, singers, actors, cars, and movies but much more. His room isn’t as big as Ashley’s but it’s about a normal sized room. I sit down on Will’s red bed and sink into its softness.
“Sorry-my sister is going to a party so we can’t tell the parents,” he walks in getting the boredom away.
“I won’t tell,” I imitate a mime and zip my lips with my finger.
“Great,” he shuts the door and sits next to me.
“So, what did you want to talk about,” I look at his amazing light blue eyes.
“Uh, our project-science project,”
“Okay, I did print some things but I left them at home-I wrote a report now all we need is the picture and time table of every explosion from the odd named volcano,” I say matter-of-factly.
He keeps on nodding until I finish talking.
“I got you luck Liz-,”
I smile.
“I finished the time table and got a picture if the odd named volcano,”
“Really,” I question.
“Uhuh,”
He gets up letting me view his outfit that consists of short jeans, black T-shirt and short brown hair.
“Here it is,” he hands me a binder and I open it.
Wow, he did do everything. The picture is right in front of me showing the red’s, brown’s and the black’s of the volcano. I take a look at the time table and see a chart instead.
“Hey, how about the time-,”
He cuts me off. “The chart made more sense-I got it from the internet,”
“Great,”
I close it and hand it back.
“You think it’ll be good with your report?” he lays it on his desk.
“It’ll be better than good,” We both smile and I pull onto my green stars T-shirt.
“That’s great,”
He sits next to me and my heart just skips a beat as some sweat drips down my neck.
“Uh, the trip to Poland-you wanted to talk about that right?” I ask Will trying to cut the awkwardness.
“Yeah, I’ve read about it-but I think that you know much better than a travel book,” he laughs and I follow.
“Well, it does say a lot anyway you’ll see for yourself,”
“Really,” I can feel the tension between us get much happier.
“Yes Will,”
Everything between us gets a little more romantic-I don’t know how it gets here but it does. My mind goes crazy with thoughts “How?” “Will-maybe Ash was right,” “Can I kiss him or not?” “Will,” he gets closer to me and I look at his eyes than lips and back and forth.
Right in the middle of our emotions connecting my phone rings.
I clear my throat. “Sorry,” and I answer the horrible cutter.
“Hello,”
Will starts touching my blonde hair and I feel the tickling of it on my head and our feelings are still flying around this room.
“Lizzie-good I got you,” Ashley says in a hurry.
“What,”
“Listen, there’s a huge party at-,” and I hang up.
I love parties but this one must be the one at Demi’s house. Demi Kooladro has the biggest parties in the summer season and I sometimes go but not all the time. They are mostly boring but other times they are so much fun.
“Who was it?” Will asks-tickling my arm.
“Ashley,”
“Demi’s party right?”
“Uhuh,” I look at him and he looks back.
My mind gets crazy again but I try to ignore it. Will doesn’t seem to mind the feeling because he gets much closer to me and my heart just goes faster and faster as I start to sweat too. I don’t think I can do this. I really don’t. His eyes just make me sink into the blue sea.
His lips touch mine and my mind isn’t crazy anymore. My mind is in a normal state-Will likes me and I like him back. We connected and this is complete proof. His lips are so soft and I just wanna kiss him forever. It feels as if we’re the only people in the world. I can feel his hand on my neck as I pick at his hair. We continue kissing and I feel completely shocked from the situation. How is it possible that he likes me? The situation is usually that the crusher doesn’t get the crushie-but here? Well, maybe Ashley was really right.
Will pushes me down and I’m laying flat on his bed. We continue kissing, feeling that amazing feeling of connection and love makes my life whole lot better. My first boyfriend wasn’t a great a kisser as he is.
. But your writing is just not that organised for the part. Try and revise everything and remove what you don't need and add what is useful in telling the story...elements that would make me want to read on besides the plot.