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Too Close MAG
They were on the couch, him and her. Watching reruns of old TV shows and sitting the appropriate distance that girls and boys sit when they're not really dating – but undeniably share the same desire to release the tension and partake in a passionate exchange of facial activity with a romantic chorus swooning in the background.
You know, that distance.
Squashed on opposite ends of the coach, hands clasped tightly in their laps, eyes determinedly fixed on the screen in front of them, and each acting as if there was a man-eating lion between them.
And yet they were still too close. Why else could the girl, if she wanted to, turn her head slightly to the left and see the sweeping contours of his jaw line? The aristocratic slope of his nose? The individual splatters of freckles on said nose? And, if she looked hard enough, the soft brown hair at the nape of his neck; fuzzy and wispy at first, then growing increasingly more curly until it reached the ringlets that fell into his eyes, radiating blue from the television screen in front of him.
The girl felt a flush creeping onto her cheeks. Her eyes flickered back, forcing laughter at the joke on screen. Don't look at him again, she told herself sharply. Don't look, don't look. But her eyes disobeyed her, moving to the boy as if of their own volition.
Furtively, she surveyed the flecks of color in his eyes – eyes that were most certainly looking back at her.
She pushed herself farther into the arm of the couch. Much too close.
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I read this in the magazine and instantly thought, Wow! This totally describes my life! It was surprising to find a poem that had every detail that matched! "Watching old reruns", "on the couch"...so relatable!
Great job! I especially like the line: "You know, that distance". I can't get it out of my head :). (That's a good thing :)
"Too Close" was similar in style to my other article I posted on Teen Ink, titled "Still Not Ginger." It has more of a fluffy feeling rather than - you know - deep and insightful. xD I think I write these to get my writing juices flowing, ultimately.