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    When We Were Young

     

    See? I told you so. Slashed me right where it hurts. I could never say no whenever issues about her safety and well-being crops up.

     

    “Fine.” I relent grudgingly.

     

    Just as quickly as they came, their groveling expressions gave way to triumphant grins. I felt like the world’s biggest sucker right then, but I guess seeing Tina so happy took off a little of my annoyance away.

     

    “Want me to help you find a nice hiding place?” I heard Mark ask Tina just after I had turned my back on them to begin my count.

     

    My ears burned.

     

    “Yes please..” Tina giggled. The way she usually does when my cousin does or says something silly, but she finds it adorable nonetheless.

     

    My lips twitched.

     

    “Come with me..” Mark invited, before I heard the unmistakable sound of them running away together.

     

    Against my better judgment, I turned around and watched their retreating forms. They were holding hands.

     

    My eyes stung.

     

    I didn’t want to play this game anymore.

     

    “HEY!” I shouted after them. They stopped and looked back at me. The distance between us seemed so large and significant in my memories. “I’m going home..” I tell them, breathing hard through my nostrils.

     

    “Why?” They jogged back towards me. Still hand-in-hand.

     

    “This is stupid. I don’t feel like playing hide-and-seek anymore.” I dished out a flimsy excuse, my brown eyes focusing on the see-saw nearby instead of the glaring image of their entwined hands.

     

    “Are you chickening out again Bette?” Tina sighs, rolling her eyes.

     

    Again?

     

    “Since when have I ever chickened out?” I raise my voice sharply. Even I was surprised at how cold and angry I sounded. Jealousy, along with other intense emotions, really clouded one’s judgment.

     

    “Uh.. maybe she’s not feeling well..” Ever the peace maker, Mark interjects. In his defense, he almost always sided with me when Tina was giving me a hard time. “We don’t have to play hide-and-seek. We’ll just play some other game, ‘kay?” He proposes diplomatically, looking between me and an annoyed Tina.

     

    The blonde gave one long look at my scowling face before letting out an indignant snort. “Forget it Marky, Bette’s in one of her spoil-sporty moods again. She won’t be fun to play with today.”

    Comments

    1. Wow.. It was a long post. But am I greedy if I tell you I want more? :P Thanks much for sharing this sweet and fantastic story with us. You have portrayed Bette’s thoughts and feelings so well and articulately. Look forward to your next post ^^

    2. Nice to hacve you back with this one. I love the long postso I am already enjoying the reading before even starting reading it lol. Okay going to read now!!

    3. Thoroughly enjoyed this story. It capatured all the feelings and nuances of first love. All that one feels, the heightened feelings of joy just seeing her, being in her presence and the misery when she wouldn’t acknowledge you. Great story. Thanks for sharing and posting.

    4. Dearest Alchemy10, you always write very mesmerizing stories. Bette becomes very human, clumsy, cute but nevertheless attractive under your pen. Thank you for the entertaining story, I hope you will continue to spin more tales.

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