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me and I could
feel him smell my hair “You smell good.” I turned to him and gave
him a look. “Are you flirting with me?” I saw him give me a half
smile out of the corner of my eye but he didn’t say anything. I
whispered “We're at a wake!”
    Storm had sandy brown wavy hair, a prominent
jaw line and the most piercing green eyes I've ever seen, and now
that I was paying attention, a very sexy smile. When Storm looked at you it was like he was looking into your
soul, but knowing him he wasn't. When we first dated he was skinny,
had braces and was the same height as me. Now he was taller and
filled out a little more with bright straight pearly whites. My mom
used to tell us we were too young go steady and have serious
feelings about anyone back then. She also said we were too dramatic
and I think she was right. Sally liked Tom, but Tom liked Megan,
and so on.
    Although, Storm and I kissed a couple of
times, it was first time kissing for the two of us so they were
only soft tender kisses, nothing more; just innocent and sweet. We used to call each other on the phone and stay
on it for what seemed like forever while never saying all that
much. And that was it to our relationship, it ended because school
ended and I guess I never called him because I wanted someone who
knew how to really kiss, seeing I was a novice myself.
    I remember my neighbor Gus
asking me why I broke it off with Storm last year and I told him
that I didn't, school just ended. “Why else did you end it?” he
asked. I thought he was asking because he was curious and maybe for
future reference, so I told him about the kissing thing. You
know he told me I should have told Storm what I thought about the
kissing thing. I was appalled! I thought it was ludicrous to have
to talk to him about it. Then Gus asked me if I wanted to practice,
and I was flabbergasted by the things coming out of his mouth, but
then we did a couple of times later that summer – he was a good
kisser. Maybe he was right, maybe I should have said
something.
    I started walking slowly and
followed the line of students. I gripped Storm's hand a little
firmer pulling him into me and I felt Nic bump into Storm, a little
chain reaction. My hands were becoming clammy. Since I’ve only been
to the one wake before I was hoping I wouldn’t cry. I wondered how
Nic was doing. I wish she was in front of me. The line moved slowly
and we were all very close together, mostly because of me. As we
kept inching closer I was getting more and more nervous and kept
pulling Storm closer to me with Nic in tow.
    “Relax.” Storm spoke softly
to me, “Just do what the person in front of you does and I’ll be
right beside you when we get to the casket.” I got a chill feeling
his hot breath on my neck “And don’t cry” he added.
    Don’t cry! I’m about to see
a dead person and I'm not allowed to cry, how am I going to manage
that? Especially, because when I pictured the casket I kept seeing
me. I wished I wouldn't waste any more time or tears over “Logan.”
    There were only two people
left in front of me. I turned sideways pulling Storm even closer,
he nudged me. He said nothing, then tucked his arm up underneath
mine again and re-gripped my hand. He had nice hands not too big
and not too small, and if hands can be muscular they were and warm,
he gave me comfort.
    “You’re fine, don’t look
down if you don’t want to and you don’t have to touch her either.
Just keep breathing” Storm whispered trying to re-assure
me.
    I looked at Nic she mouthed
to me “Are you okay?” I said nothing, Nic looked perfectly fine
then she said “don’t look down.” I looked down, as soon as they
told me not too, that’s what I did, I looked down. There she lay
perfectly still, she looked so peaceful, I took a deep breath. She
had a nice royal blue shirt on buttoned all the way up and khaki
pants. I would never wear my shirt all the way buttoned up. I
wonder if her eyes were blue too. She had a