The pair started dancing in on the jetty leading onto the lake, completely unaware that the music had stopped playing. After several minutes, Michael pulled India closer to him, his hands resting on her seductively slow hips. India wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his broad shoulder.
“I love you Mikey.” India said kissing him on the cheek. Those four words shot through him like an electric bolt, but before he could respond in any sort of way she interrupted his whizzing thoughts. “You’re my best friend.”
He slumped his shoulders, but didn’t want to let on how disappointed he was feeling, so he picked them back and squeezed India gently. “Yeah, you too.” He drawled.
Michael never had trouble getting the girls, but India was different. Out of all the girls he knew, she was one of the one’s he hasn’t had a one night thing with. Every boy that knew India, at one point has been infatuated with her, but she never opened up to any of them. It was like she was a tease, but was so blissfully unaware of what she was doing.
When Michael first met her she was 15 and he always remembered her big brown eyes and her smile, which was genuine, and every time he saw her since he’d always get the same smile, the one he had kind of fallen in love with.
Different part of the story, but it is slowly coming together, pages at a time.
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