Stellar Eclipse
The Storyteller Galaxy
The light of the setting sun beamed across my face. I didn’t notice how he was coming up behind me, I just wanted to look beyond the horizon at the beautiful scene.
“Hey, Tyresa.” He said quietly behind my shoulder.
“Oh my God, Jackson. You almost gave me a heart attack.” I shouted at him. He was immediately flustered. Part of me was proud to make him feel bad, but the other just wanted to apologize.
“What are you doing out here?” I asked Jackson, adding an eye roll for effect.
“I was just, uh, looking at the view. It is amazing how artistic nature is. Don’t you think?” He added a wink to tell me he was being flirtatious. I wanted to punch him, but all I could think of was kissing him.
“Jackson? Would you like to, I don’t know, paint something with me?” I asked sheepishly, hoping he would say yes, but begging the universe to have him say no.
“Yeah! Want me to grab some art supplies?” Jackson took a step towards me, his piercing green eyes reflecting reds and golds. I nodded quickly, giving no mind to if I looked like an idiot. A few minutes later, he was back with two canvases, two easels, and as many brushes and paints we would need. I was in deep concentration when something wet splashed my cheek.
“Jackson, if you just threw paint on me I will dump this whole paint bucket on your head.” I scolded. He feigned a look of horror and shot me a smile. I tossed a small amount of paint on his face, hitting his nose and left cheek. I giggled and watched his expression soften. He walked close to me and grabbed me by the waist. I looked up at him in shock. In that quick moment, everything happened. I felt his lips touch mine, I felt my arms wrap around his neck, I felt pure happiness.
“Jackson! Why did you do that?” I asked, pushing him away. He stammered, blushing at how stupid he must have felt. In that moment, I gave in. I threw myself into him, kissing him with all the strength I had. He gently pulled me away.
“Tyresa, I always knew you had something feelings for me.” Jackson said with a smirk. While I wanted to wash that grin off his face, I never wanted to move. As the cherry blossoms swayed in the breeze, we stood there, together in the sunset.
“Hey, Tyresa.” He said quietly behind my shoulder.
“Oh my God, Jackson. You almost gave me a heart attack.” I shouted at him. He was immediately flustered. Part of me was proud to make him feel bad, but the other just wanted to apologize.
“What are you doing out here?” I asked Jackson, adding an eye roll for effect.
“I was just, uh, looking at the view. It is amazing how artistic nature is. Don’t you think?” He added a wink to tell me he was being flirtatious. I wanted to punch him, but all I could think of was kissing him.
“Jackson? Would you like to, I don’t know, paint something with me?” I asked sheepishly, hoping he would say yes, but begging the universe to have him say no.
“Yeah! Want me to grab some art supplies?” Jackson took a step towards me, his piercing green eyes reflecting reds and golds. I nodded quickly, giving no mind to if I looked like an idiot. A few minutes later, he was back with two canvases, two easels, and as many brushes and paints we would need. I was in deep concentration when something wet splashed my cheek.
“Jackson, if you just threw paint on me I will dump this whole paint bucket on your head.” I scolded. He feigned a look of horror and shot me a smile. I tossed a small amount of paint on his face, hitting his nose and left cheek. I giggled and watched his expression soften. He walked close to me and grabbed me by the waist. I looked up at him in shock. In that quick moment, everything happened. I felt his lips touch mine, I felt my arms wrap around his neck, I felt pure happiness.
“Jackson! Why did you do that?” I asked, pushing him away. He stammered, blushing at how stupid he must have felt. In that moment, I gave in. I threw myself into him, kissing him with all the strength I had. He gently pulled me away.
“Tyresa, I always knew you had something feelings for me.” Jackson said with a smirk. While I wanted to wash that grin off his face, I never wanted to move. As the cherry blossoms swayed in the breeze, we stood there, together in the sunset.
