Optive Eye Drops And Contact Lenses

Fic: Conversations IV


Title: Toilet
Conversations Fandom: Original
Party: 4 / 5
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2244
Summary: "Are you thinking you want to kiss me"
Warnings: Femslash , language.
Note: Any reference to things, events or real persons is purely coincidental .(*-*) is all from my little brain.
This chapter contains an impressive amount of fluff. Attention xD I hope you enjoy (: Thank you very much
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I. Looks
II. Attraction
III.Lists


Toilet Conversations
IV. What're you thinking about?

The fourth time I spoke to him, he had the legendary damn cell phone in hand.
I went into the bathroom and she was already there, leaning against the radiator in his pocket, the other to hold the object of my previous insults. The curly hair was longer than usual, perhaps due to humidity. Indeed, that day the school seemed a most suitable environment for the penguins to us poor students. In addition to boredom and heart attack by now there was another question that was threatening risk our lives freezing. I was wondering if that was more often a school or a concentration camp. She looked not
I just felt inside. He picked up the phone to me with annoyed look.
-We believe that before he left me?
's face had an expression so highly indignant that made me want to laugh. Fortunately I managed to restrain myself. I had the feeling that not much would have liked to be mocked.
I went to her smiling, and leaned his hands on the radiator to the sides of his body, so find me in front of her, leaning slightly forward, neither too close nor too far away.
-Oh yeah?
-Yeah! I was going to send him a message asking him to leave so I could see us and suddenly I get a message from him saying that he met another and it's over.
You realize, what he dared to do?
seemed really annoyed to have been dumped. Or give up the joke about the weather, though.
I'm not complaining. I had just received excellent news. I never thought would happen so soon. I nodded, feigning outrage in a way that I could have called almost a caricature.
-Yes, as has dared to give it up first!?
She tilted her head and eyes thinned.
-are you kidding me or something?
I pretended to think about something for a second.
No, why? She pulled a
slap on the arm, but there was a smile on his lips.
-Come on, do you really think that I was thinking of your thank-god-a-ex-boyfriend?
Really.
That guy I had passed the second of the same mind in which she said had left her.
I had only made the kid a favor.
She put down the phone in his pocket and started playing with my keffiyeh.
That day he wore a yellow and black. At home I had something like six or seven, all different colors. At school I was known for my kefie me. Everyone was asking me where I could find them.
I told them whenever gliel'avessi said after I was supposed to kill them. Who knows
as it sounded much better than a sensible answer, address and name of the store.
He gave me a mischievous look.
-What were you thinking then?
-I bet you can not guess.
I squeezed the eye and she raised an eyebrow.
-But I'll bet it was.
Normally a person was not particularly fond of betting. I'd rather avoid, even when I was sure to win, because at the very moment in which I bet I was not sure of anything. At least I had the assurance that I would never gamble.
But this time was different. It was impossible to guess what I was thinking. Even
I knew exactly what went through my head that crazy. It was as if I were thinking about so many things at once that I could not understand a single one.
-Let's do this, if you pick, I give you a kiss. If you do not guess, it's you to kiss me.
She laughed.
-But it makes no sense. In both cases we win, right?
shrugged and indirizzai a mischievous smile.
-What was the purpose.
laughed again.
-Ok. I'm there. In my opinion, you're thinking how charming I am today.
He ran a hand through his hair, moving from the neck and over his left shoulder air of a diva.
-You just dipped in the ocean with a pedalo orange and blue.
She frowned.
-What would you suggest, I'm sorry?
I pretended not to know what he was talking about.
A girl has to get revenge somehow.
He made a grimace, his eyes narrowing.
-you're taking revenge for what I said last time, right? I cacciai
the language.
She laughed and pulled me a punch on the shoulder.
I was wondering when he would stop hitting me or if it would become a habit.
not give me so uncomfortable. Indeed, to be honest, I liked it.
I had always been the type to be playful punches and slaps. It had taken time to understand that hug and kiss people worked much better than to punch, but playful.
But the important thing was to have succeeded, no?
-Ok, I grant you for this time. So you're thinking ... What do you ask me out. Faeces
a wink.
-shotfirer.
She tilted her head to one side and looked at me mischievously.
last session was free from all those false inhibits shy girl.
She was anything but shy.
-Are you thinking you want to kiss me.
My smile became softer and raised a hand and placed a lock of hair behind her ear.
-What I think forever. A slight
blush rose to her cheeks, but his eyes remained stationary. Fixed on mine, for a full minute.
blink his eyes and went back to roam on my figure, without stopping on a fixed point in particular. His fingers were playing with the threads of my scarf instead. He smiled.
-Okay, I give up. But before submitting to a penalty which, alas - I really miss-but not because I bet is a bet-I want to know what you're thinking.
My eye moves on the window behind her, staring absently bright blue sky and fluffy white clouds. Watching the sky has always been one of my favorite pastimes. Raise your eyes and see a quilt so blue I always check a smile. I always ask myself: How can I be sad if the sky is blue so fantastically?
-I'm thinking three years ago I was decidedly unpleasant.
She wrinkled her nose.
-Why?
-Well, you were more clever, more beautiful and infinitely more popular than me. And even more arrogant. And now we're here, so peaceful and we are having a conversation with a logical sense. I must I admit that it is almost like living another life.
I smiled smugly and nodded.
But I was not finished yet. In fact, I had not even begun.
-I'm thinking that I have not succeeded so many important things in a stupid dingy bathroom without toilet paper. It will probably be the only bathroom I'll remember all my life.
And I'm thinking that I want to kiss you on the nose, to bring you to a concert, to know you better to know the name you gave to your barbie when I was four years old, hold your hand, to beat me at bowling even though I hate losing , to share popcorn at the cinema, to engage playlists and write the message, good night. I mean to do all those stupid things I've always made fun of. And I have no idea when all this happened. I can not understand is when did this change because I would not be realized. And the most absurd thing in all this is that I do not care. When, how and why this happened I do not care the slightest, because I feel good hour in here in this stupid bathe with you.
And that's all that matters at this time.
I had never given voice to so many of my thoughts. Yet now they were there, sounds flickering in the air, and thoughts that do not overlap in my head.
It was almost liberating.
blushed and finally moved his eyes on her.
There was a look of surprise in his eyes.
Then a broad smile.
-Come here.
His hands were getting into in my hair, ruffling the hair short, and drew me to her. The brushed up my nose, and then were his lips to touch mine.
I moved to my hands on her hips and drew her to me, as she deals extensively with the kiss.
no point trying to describe a kiss. I tried many times but each time they always go back a flood of sentimental cliche or descriptions, as used many times that makes you sick.
I firmly believe that we can not describe a kiss, because in any case would not be enough justice. In this case, was even more impossible to describe. Because I could not think. My brain stopped. It was on strike. Do not connect more. Simply, the thoughts they had stopped jumping up and down, there was nothing. Everything that I felt that my senses were felt. Her body under my hands, his lips on mine, her hair tickling my cheeks.
And I did not need another. For the first time I I was in the moment. I did not do anything but be in the moment. Maybe that's what some musty old Latin had meant by Carpe diem . No, not fish today. Seize the day.
Her hands came down on my hips, while my going up to her face.
I heard her smile against my lips.
I moved away slightly from her, leaning my forehead to hers.
-Why are you laughing?
She pulled a pen from the pocket of my jeans with a chuckle.
-you really bring something to write eh.
hid her face in the hollow between his shoulder and his neck, laughing.
Yes, any problems?
I ruffled his hair even more and kissed my cheek.
-Hey! You tickle it! And anyway, no, certainly not! In fact, you gave me a better idea.
I left just enough to look at her face and looked at her curiously.
-What did you think?
made me a wink, and approached them at the wooden wall of the cubicle closest he wrote something with the black marker. When he stepped back and I could see what he had written, I burst out laughing.

We found that in this bathroom is always missing the toilet paper.
E 'has been proven that this lack improves relations interpersonal.
So long live the non-existent toilet paper!

embraced her from behind while she was still laughing looking at the writing. Finally
in that bathroom someone had written a memorable sentence.
They should have put it in some book of aphorisms.
I was sure that several hundred girls and boys would be approved.
Well, I thought, look at that level of improvement has led us, the lack of toilet paper. Okay, maybe that was the reason behind virtually everything, but it was certainly necessary to give that initial nudge.
Maybe I should stop trying to make work properly with the brain her around.
was a totally lost cause.
He turned in my arms and smiled at me.
-You know, nobody has ever said anything so nice. Well, to tell the truth, not so strange, but it is precisely for this reason that I like. Can you always amaze me.
-Well, I would not brag, but ... modestly.
I liked this atmosphere, playful, always on the cutting "O beat you or kiss you."
blew the lock of hair that stood in front of his eyes so unnerving.
I laughed. It was so cute. The
moved the offending clump behind the ear and kissed her again.
At that exact moment I heard the bell ringing, the sound muffled by the closed door.
She drew back and saw a slight frown graced her beautiful lips.
Have you ever heard the joke about "Saved by the bell?
Believe me, they are more numerous times when the bell ruin the fun, the times when someone saves. Or maybe it's just my proverbial bad luck to get in half each time.
-Should I go ... I put
a grudge, too, as she gently freed from my grasp.
took her hands and drew her to me again.
I kissed her, playing with his fingers. She freed her hands and pulled me down to her taking me by the shirt collar, making the kiss deeper and more turned on than I had imagined.
About a minute later, or perhaps several light years, broke the kiss, but gave no sign of wanting to move from my arms. Her eyes were closed and a satisfied smile graces those lips that I never get tired of kissing.
I had shortness of breath, a little 'to the amazing kiss just experienced a little' to the vision that I had before.
-Exit with me tonight.
She opened her eyes and looked at me intently.
-Ok. But now let me go, otherwise I can not get out of here. The liberal
making them do a turnaround. He laughed, shaking his head, and left the bathroom.
I leaned against the doorway and looked back in the classroom.
He gave me a mischievous look for a moment before closing the door.
did not know what I was doing. Alice was not only environmental good and fast, had become the Queen of Wonderland, depriving any other queen who could be the first. And the Mad Hatter was completely bewitched by her.
I ran a hand through his disheveled blond tufts and walked towards my class, for a very boring and absolutely incomprehensible, hours of Physics.
sank his hands into his pocket and clung to whistle the catchy tune of Love is in the Air .
Another day of school in which I could not think of anything else.