Page 47 of Our Moon
We alternate between making out, snacking on the remaining fruit I brought for dessert, and talking while looking up at the stars and the moon.
“Every time I look at the moon, I think of you,” she says.
I roll my head to look at her lying beside me. “I think of you, too.”
She rolls her head over to look at me and smiles. Just as I’m leaning in to kiss her, her phone rings. She grumbles something under her breath about ‘timing’ and I laugh. She sits up and digs in her bag for her phone.
“It’s Lucy, I better answer it since I used her as my cover tonight. I hope my parents didn’t call over there looking for me because I’d be in so much trouble.” She makes a face,then slides her finger across the phone to answer the call. “Hey, Luce, what’s up?”
I’m not listening to what she’s saying, just watching her mouth move as she speaks. I can’t even stop myself from sitting up and kissing her.
She pulls away from me and swats at me. “Sorry, Luce. What were you saying? Nothing, just hanging out. I’m not doing anything. What noise? I don’t know what you heard, but I’m just watching some TV.” She’s glaring at me the whole time and I can’t help but laugh quietly. “No, I’m alone. Look, the movie is getting to a good part, and I can’t find my remote to pause it. I’ll call you later? Okay, tomorrow. Yeah, bye.”
She taps the screen to cut off the call and puts her phone back in her bag. “You think you’re so cute, don’t you?” she scolds as she lays back down and then rolls on top of me.
I smile at her, “You’ve got a purdy mouth.”
She busts out laughing at myDeliveranceimpersonation, though it was geared more towards Woody Harrelson inZombieland, one of our favorite movies. I start laughing, too, and pretty soon we’re kissing again.
“Will it always be like this?” she asks after a while.
“Absolutely.”
“Promise me?”
I look over at her, the moonlight making her blue eyes shine. “I promise, baby girl. As long as we’ve got our moon, we’ll have each other. I love you.”
Her eyes fill with emotion, “I love you, too, Chase Baker. Forever.”
“Forever,” I agree and then she laughs. “Care to share what’s so funny about that?”
She looks at my serious expression and laughs harder. “I’m sorry,” she squeaks out. “I’m not laughing at that. It’s just, oh my God, this is embarrassing.”
“Did you fart?”
She sits up and her eyes widen as her mouth forms an ‘O.’ “Chase!”
“What? Everybody does it,” I say, completely straight-faced.
“I can’t even believe you right now. That isnotwhy I was laughing.”
“Well, you said it was embarrassing.”
She sighs, “That would be mortifying. Embarrassed isn’t even the right word.”
“They’re synonymous.”
“Thanks for the English lesson.”
“Sorry, what were you gonna say?” She actually looks a little shy now. I sit up andpull her into my arms. “What is it, baby girl? You know you can tell me anything. Forever, remember?”
“It’s lame,” she says quietly.
“Nothing you say is ever lame.”
“That was lame,” she laughs.
“Tell me,” I insist.
