Non Fiction Story Draft

“Just ask your mom if I can stay over the night.” The warmth of our merged lips shielded us from the October air and the breath circulated in each other’s hoods dampening the dry air between. Together we were like a portable space heater that winter, warming wherever we went, turning many cold cut notches into cozy nooks oblivious to the snow, the chill and the biting wind. “Do you think she’ll go for it, she likes me right?” Maybe if I convinced her to stay I could stay more often, who knows maybe I could move out. Wouldn’t that be something? Would they have ever thought this ‘wild’, young teenager could pull that one off? I wondered what ‘wild’ meant anyway. Did it mean thinking for yourself, or not thinking at all, either way I was inclined to do either above what I had seen so far in my short time. “Yes. She’ll probably let you stay, I’ll ask her later.” Our fingers intertwined burrowing back in forth inside each others jackets like a prairie dog who can’t decide which tunnel he wants to camp in. Like a millionaire boat captain our hands sailed over each other, chartering new harbors and setting off again with the aimless flapping of the rudder. “That would be great; we will be able to spend so much more time together.” Funny, how in our most cunning moments we are often at our weakest, forced onto choices like a boxer straddling the ropes. To the left, an unpitying crowd thirsty for blood, to the right, a hell bent opponent striving for his title. I guess in moments of indecision lacking the vision of better options a person just ends up picking the path that seems most interesting.