Melody
We made our way to the park hand in hand, joking about random things we came across. It was all so easy. It is easy to talk to him, be around him, touch every inch of him, kiss him and forget that we aren’t supposed to be together like this. To get caught up in his presence and forget we should be lying low until we work out how and when to tell our parents.
They’re still on their extended vacation, hopefully, they’re too busy and happy to check tabloids and gossip columns. Today, pictures of the auction got leaked and we’re currently being followed by one bold paparazzi. I wonder if I’d ever have been in the public eye if it wasn’t for listening to Sand. There’s no crying over spilled milk, it’s too late to turn back now.
“You know I’ve been here a few times looking for you.”
