One Word: Route
Nov. 14th, 2009 03:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticIt was three-thirty in the afternoon. The bell rang for the last time, releasing anxious teenagers from the confines of their school. Peter was one of the eager ones ready to get out into the open air. He jumped the stairs leading out onto the sidewalk. He landed, shifting his bag on his shoulders. Peter waited there at the bottom of the stairs for his friends to catch up with him.
Once all his friends gathered they set out together down the sidewalk. Some of them split up to take the subway while others mounted their bikes to ride home. Finally they were down to only a few when they came to a crosswalk.
"This is where I leave you guys," Peter announced. His lips had spread into an excited grin. His friends exchanged knowing looks with each other. Peter ignored them and crossed the street to continue on his own.
By now the route was familiar to him: Peter took it every school day. And every single time he walked it, he moved at an eager jog. By the time he reached his destination the boy would be out of breath but it was well worth it. The only time he stopped was when he was forced to wait for the pedestrian signal to flash in the crosswalk. Once it did Peter was off again.
He stopped for good in front of a house. Peter took a deep breath to steady himself, combing his fingers through his hair to make it neat. He cleared his throat and knocked purposefully on the door. There were a few anxious minutes where he waited for it to open. It did, and a beautiful girl stood on the other side.
"Peter!" she greeted. Peter dropped his bag on the sidewalk and opened his arms seconds before the girl jumped at him.
"Amara!" he beamed, twirling her around and kissing her deeply. He pulled away and the two teenagers grinned at each other. Peter was already out of breath from his run, and being near Amara was only making it harder for him to catch his breath.
"Hi," she said in a whisper. Her blue eyes connected with Peter's hazel ones and the boy's heart skipped a beat. He bent his head to nudge up against her forehead.
"Hi," he whispered back. Every single day he took the route to her house just for this moment, just to hold her in his arms and be entranced by her eyes. He ran to make this moment last longer. But eventually he would have to let the girl go and head home.
But for these minutes the entire world was just Peter and Amara.
Once all his friends gathered they set out together down the sidewalk. Some of them split up to take the subway while others mounted their bikes to ride home. Finally they were down to only a few when they came to a crosswalk.
"This is where I leave you guys," Peter announced. His lips had spread into an excited grin. His friends exchanged knowing looks with each other. Peter ignored them and crossed the street to continue on his own.
By now the route was familiar to him: Peter took it every school day. And every single time he walked it, he moved at an eager jog. By the time he reached his destination the boy would be out of breath but it was well worth it. The only time he stopped was when he was forced to wait for the pedestrian signal to flash in the crosswalk. Once it did Peter was off again.
He stopped for good in front of a house. Peter took a deep breath to steady himself, combing his fingers through his hair to make it neat. He cleared his throat and knocked purposefully on the door. There were a few anxious minutes where he waited for it to open. It did, and a beautiful girl stood on the other side.
"Peter!" she greeted. Peter dropped his bag on the sidewalk and opened his arms seconds before the girl jumped at him.
"Amara!" he beamed, twirling her around and kissing her deeply. He pulled away and the two teenagers grinned at each other. Peter was already out of breath from his run, and being near Amara was only making it harder for him to catch his breath.
"Hi," she said in a whisper. Her blue eyes connected with Peter's hazel ones and the boy's heart skipped a beat. He bent his head to nudge up against her forehead.
"Hi," he whispered back. Every single day he took the route to her house just for this moment, just to hold her in his arms and be entranced by her eyes. He ran to make this moment last longer. But eventually he would have to let the girl go and head home.
But for these minutes the entire world was just Peter and Amara.