Butterflies Do Summersaults

“Tell me a story,” her voice is sweet and there is no way he can do anything but comply as she leans her head on his shoulder for a second before sitting up again.

“What kind of story?” he asks, and she bites her lower lip as she ponders about what to answer.

“Something surreal,” she thinks aloud. “I want a love story with a happy ending.”

“I’ll do my best,” he tells her, brushing hair out of his face like he always does when he is thinking or wondering or dreaming. She looks pleased, zipping up her too-big, red hoodie as the night-breeze caresses her skin.

“Can you tell it like a fairy-tale?” her words are like magic and how could he ever say no?

“Once upon a time,” he begins. “Once upon a time there was a loner boy who fell in love with an outcast girl.”

She smiles the most heart-warming smile and her eyes are locked on his, studying the image of the moon and the beautiful, beautiful, stars and the dark night sky stretching on forever that is reflected in them.
“What happened?” she inquires, her angelic voice sounds hazy as if she just woke from a dream.

“Well, the boy had only ever talked to the girl one time, but he’d been watching her forever,” he continues the story. “He knew all of her favorite songs and flowers and places and some of her secrets too, but he didn’t know her.” His voice fades and he goes silent, thinking of how to continue. She leans in closer to him and puts her slender arms around one of his, holding on to him tightly. Once he’s found the right words he continues.
“He wanted to get to know the girl, but he wasn’t sure how to do that as he didn’t really speak with people much at all. It took him weeks upon weeks to pick up the courage to walk up to her and say hello, but once that barrier was passed things turned around.” Their faces are close now, they’ve both been moving closer to the other as the story slowly forms, and as they look into each others eyes there is a silence.

“So then,” her voice breaks the calm and there is the slightest awkward feeling before she speaks again. “The barrier was broken, but what about them. Did he get to know her like he wanted?”

“Yes, he did. Let me tell the story, won’t you?” he nudges her playfully and she laughs, nodding. “Now then. After they first spoke they realized that no longer were they two separate lonely people, but they could be two lonely people together, so not lonely at all. The boy dared to show the girl something he had never showed anyone else, his heart, and in turn she showed him his. They became close friends quickly, and sooner than either one expected they were dependant on each other, not ever letting more than a day pass between a conversation.” He stops for a moment when her fingers lace with his – a completely subconscious action from her side, but as quickly as the surprise passes the story continues.
“They would go everywhere together, do everything from pie-eating contests to Paris-wheels to trips to the beach, and slowly but surely the boy realized that he might be falling in love with the girl. He may have shown her his heart, but he wasn’t aware that she had stolen it until one night when he just couldn’t get her out of his head.”

“What did he do? What did he do then?” the girl inquires, even if she knows that the story will have a happy ending she can’t wait to hear it.

“The boy wondered if he should dare to act on his feelings and risk everything that they had or just let it be, realizing that if he couldn’t have all of her he could never be complete. One cold night when the two of them were outside gazing at the stars the boy gathered the courage and he kissed her…” he says, and before she can comprehend the situation his soft lips land on hers in a tender kiss sending strange feelings she has never felt before rushing through her body.

As their lips part they stay close, resting forehead to forehead in silence. They sit like that for some time before anyone dears to speak, but she is first to take the word.
“When he kissed her butterflies did summersaults in her stomach and she was happier than she had ever been.” Her words make him breath out in relief at knowing what he wanted is possible. Anything is possible now.

“He replied to her that he had been waiting for so long, and that he wanted her more than anything else in the world and he told her that she was more beautiful than the moon and the stars and the ocean combined and that her kiss was like nothing he had ever felt and it made him feel alive. It felt like flying, he said to her, and then he held her close and whispered in her ear; will you be mine?” She shivers as the air from his breath touches her skin and smiles a smile that would beat the sunrise in a contest.

“I will,” her voice is but a whisper just loud enough for him to hear. “I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.” her eyes sparkle and he feels himself falling deeper and deeper into them, and, he thinks, he finally grasps the idea that the eyes are the mirror to one’s soul.

“I’m yours, star-girl,” he pulls her closer turns her face gently towards his. “And then they kissed once more for knowing that finally they were no longer alone.”

Authors Note: So, you might have heard of the 100 themes challenge? I'm doing it. Version 2 from (oh, you know the rest... why doesn't this site allow links anyways?)
I'm currently at number three, this was number 2: Love. Yes, I'm planning on doing them in order unless I suddenly get inspiration for soemthing else.
I'll post whatever I'm happy with here, and this goes under that cathegory. I find it really cute.

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