Gram Holling: A Short Story

I pushed the arm in front of me even deeper into the guy’s throat. It was much harder than it had been the first time and I felt his Adam's apple push into my skin.

He’s just always been there, a sort of constant in my ever changing life. Now don’t get me wrong, we didn’t talk everyday, or even every few days. We would go through spells when we were inseparable, and then we would only see each other at school. This had no effect on our relationship. Every time we would start to pick back up, we would share the details of our life with one another.

After all he was a complete stranger. I was fourteen and I felt like my life had been altered without my permission. I saw him once more after this initial meeting. We went to White Castle with my other siblings. As a child I struggled with my weight. I remember not ordering a lot of food. I didn’t want him to think I was fat. I made sure to be polite and engaging. I wanted him to accept me. I wanted him to like me. I talked about school. But I made sure not to brag about my good grades. He asked me about boys and although at the time there was a boy I liked, I didn’t dare tell him that. He laughed at my vague response and said he didn’t want to have to hurt some knucklehead boy. In that moment I felt safe, protected. It felt so good.

Sarah is an ex-spy, she quit when everything got taken away from her. Sarah’s house was blown up, her dog was taken, and her little brother was kidnapped and still not found. She has also woken up with a few broken ribs in the hospital. Sarah’s spy name was Stretch because she has the ability to become like elastic. Now she works at a magazine and news company. Where everyone wears pantsuits, also there’s a new rumor going around every day. But, she doesn’t go out chasing stories, reveling bad guys. Instead Sarah gets everyone’s coffee. She works at an unappreciative, unreliable, under paid company for chumps, The Maple Gram News for You. For short Maple Gram Inc. the number one rule was no crying.

He then crawls back on me and kisses me again. This time his hands are by my elbows and his knees by my thighs. He then grabs both of us and starts rubbing. I was embarrassed more than usual from our difference in size but it fell so good I don't mind. While rubbing Haru was staring deep in to my eyes. It was as if he was going all the was to my heart and writing his name on it. Claiming it as his own.

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a kiss, one with a really good amount of tongue. He pulled back but held onto me. Good thing too, as I wasn’t steady on my feet after a kiss like that. “Fuck I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

Blake and I, we didn’t talk much last year. He was more of an acquaintance until this year. Autumn who is one of my good friends and is a sophomore rides the bus with me. We live about 5 minutes apart, in walking distance. While we were sitting on the uncomfortable Grey seats that the bus provided, talking about this guy she liked. I glanced up at his direction to catch him with his chocolaty brown eyes gazed at mine. I was flustered. I quickly and nervously looked down at my hands, that laid in lap. I felt the heat of embarrassment raised up to my cheeks. I wasn’t embarrassed, though. I was more flustered with the thought of this cute, new guy on my bus that was looking at me. I looked up again, slowly, but not in his direction, but toward my friend Autumn’s.

In the fourth grade, I developed a crush on this guy whom I shall call N. It was an intense, but immature kind of love most often described as “puppy love” to many people. Being a shy, slightly overweight, and comically awkward fourth grader, I formed my first crush on a boy who would talk to me everyday and made me feel “special”. Of course, when fourth grade ended, the crush ended with the year and life continued on. The Earth was still spinning and I didn’t shed any tears. The following year, I found out N moved to a different elementary school and I thought nothing of it. I didn’t expect to see him again.

He stared into my eyes as he pulled a knife out from behind his back. He slowly grabbed me by my collar and held me up.

Parker came up to me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. I buried my head in his chest naked, taking in his scent. Congratulating him, I savour the

Then we started seeing each other all the time when he came to my school. Sometimes his teacher invited me over to his class, and once it was even a surprise since Andrew always loved seeing me. I always loved how he was kind, brave, funny, crazy, loving, and a friend. It was fun since we played mario kart. Of course he beat me since racing games aren’t my strong point. At the beginning of the day I always stopped by his class room it was nice he showed me his stuff like his stick bots or fidget spinners. Then whenever i went to his house or he

Ever since I was in the sixth grade there was this guy that had an enormous crush on me. I never would give him a chance to be my boyfriend, because I was not fond of him. We developed from junior high, to high school until he was even in college. No matter how hard he tried to get me to like him I just could not bring upon myself to do so. As the years went by he showed no sign of letting up, honestly I wanted him to. I did not like him, nor anything that he did I was just irritated by his presence. He did not seem to care about all of the times that I turned him down or brushed him off. He would always shower me with nice gifts, take me out on dates, and check on me every single day to make sure I was all right. I appreciated the things that he did for me but I was not at all grateful for the kindness that she showed me. This went on for years, even though we were not in a relationship he would make it his responsibility to come see me almost every day, and stay until midnight. He did not care if we had school the next day or if he needed to be studying for a test, I was always his top priority. I loved the attention that he showed me, but that just was not enough for me to make him my boyfriend.

You were shocked by his actions. You never dated anyone nor had experiences in kissing, excluding the ones Luhan gave you but you could tell it wasn’t a kiss of lust or of any sort. It was a kiss pure of emotions and love, but you didn’t know that.

We played music and watched horror movies till our eyes hurt. The first time we kissed was when we watched "Nightmare on Elm Street" and I huddled into his shoulder to shield my eyes. His lips were soft and needy. There was still silence when we pulled away.

"You think," I said. I was irritated as I tried to struggle out of his arms but then I heard him whisper "I 'm sorry". "What was that?" I asked him. He turned me around in his arms and caressed my cheek.