Kisses are ways that two people express their love in wordless, passionate exchanges. They always find their way into the most extreme of moments and in general routines, practiced over and over again. In the rain, at the beach, a breakup, a makeup, on the swings, at clubs. Really anywhere, this concept is shared all over the world.591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjNJDdCMrvD
Harley was told stories as a child, about this 'magical' act. She saw her parents perform it briefly before they left each other in the mornings, as well as on other various occasions. It was seemingly drilled into her head; that kisses were beautiful, the highest point one could reach on their journey to the soul.
However, when her parents divorced in her 8th grade, she subconsciously became repulsed at it. The idea of a kiss seemed like such a commitment, one too large for someone like her to process. Kids at school soon began to age too quickly, pashing in the corners of the library, in the canteen, and out the front of Mr. Salton's classroom.591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB0PJ8Kgw9f
Harley avoided that classroom now, forever and always.
It was until her best friend, Phillip, slowly introduced her to the idea. He changed her mind, and as he did, her soul too.
"I don't understand. Mr Salton? He's so—"
"Blind," Harley uttered in a mock-sarcastic tone. "And probably deaf too."
Phillip arched an pierced, dark brow. "What's wrong with you?" His lips were still, and his face, pale.
"What do you mean?" The high school girl pulled on a collection of stray hairs on her forehead.591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuhxPnnKtYT
"You're kinda moody..." Phillip slowly said, mildly afraid of his friend's reaction. "You don't even really care about this kinda stuff."
The girl plopped down onto the ground, her fierce and stubborn aura followed accordingly. "Well maybe I do!" Came her snappy response.
Phillip rolled his eyes, like a washing machine on a constant cycle. "Ugh, jeez Harley. PDA isn't always that bad. If the occasion suits..." He sat down too, arms folded crossly at his side.
"I think its gross."
"I think its romantic."
Harley's blue eyes narrowed to tiny slits, her face consumed with irritability. "What, like 'Twilight'?"
"Of course not!" The boy cried quietly, his cheeks burning red. "There are way too many sparkly vampires and shirtless wolves for my liking. More like, 'Titanic'." His hair then conveniently fell over his face to hide his eyes.
She laughed. "Oh, right. So am I Rose?"
Phillip looked away, drawing attention to his brown freckles that circled the tops of his cheekbones. "If you want..."
Harley stopped laughing. She gulped, and paled with uncertainty. "So, who are you?"
Her friend faced her once again, this time, his gaze drawn to her lips. "I dunno. That Leo guy, I guess..." The two of them froze. Neither daring to make any move at first.
Phillip closed in, his hand gently falling behind Harley's body, pushing in on the ground. Harley stayed her place; refusing to budge. Phillip leaned in more, and placed a small kiss on her lips.
For a brief moment, Harley didn't quite register the kiss. She still didn't move, she just stayed there, allowing Phillip to pull away. It was softer than what she had imagined.
It wasn't as horrid as her paranoia had implied. She didn't like; but she wasn't repulsed either. It was just a kiss. An expression of love.591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX3hoWIA09m
"Still disagree with PDA," she whispered grouchily. Phillip nodded absentmindedly, "so you say..."
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