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| English Slacker chapter fifty-two | |
| By chrismorton | ||||
| 13 September 2008 | ||||
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This is the first chapter from section VII Me and Holly walked up the road a bit and then stopped for a kiss. It was different this time: More of a real kiss. Like two people putting their lips together to make each other feel good. Her tongue was all right in the back of my mouth and I remember it feeling small and hard, moving around and that. A few people went passed us but there were no comments and actually all in all it was pretty quiet and the feeling was like we were alone. After a while I put my hand up her skirt a bit, but not too much ‘cause we were on the street after all. Her hands were just moving around my lower back; she wasn’t touching my arse or anything. In between kissing we made this kind of ironic small talk. Like, “So what’s your name?” and, “How old are you?” and, “Where do you go to college?” and, “What’s your favourite colour?” – I don’t actually remember which of us was like the instigator for this game but either way it was pretty sexy to ask a question like that and then go straight into a snog. Yeah it was also kind of a good way to get past all that stuff too: She was seventeen, went to college in Firkinton, studied art, photography and social studies, loved all colours, hated dance music, didn’t go to 85s very often… It was like this perfect moment of kissing. Better than in the club. Although as in the club it seemed like it was gonna go on forever. And the way it was finally broken was really weird. Sounds crazy to say this now but basically as I remember it, this big guy came out of nowhere, pulled me off her and hit me over the head. I didn’t even have time to see what he looked like: He was just big; that’s all I remember. But the memory is strange. It’s like I can see him walking up to me, almost like this hunched shadow turning into a figure, seeing us both there, pulling me away and then my body is dropping to the floor and darkness is like swallowing me up, or at least covering my body until I’m no longer visible (by that time the big guy is gone and actually Holly is hardly visible in any of this – it’s just her hair and hat that makes her recognisable as I’m pulled away). It’s weird actually. As I’m thinking about it all now I’m starting to make a connection between this incident and the time when Charlotte tried to kiss me in the park. Like how both times I passed out when a girl I fancied was with me and we were basically getting it on. And I’m trying to think if Colin had anything against me doing what I was doing on either of those incidents, at either of those times. But I’m unable to come up with any reason he might’ve had for being angry.
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