Skipping Over Immaturity

I skipped town after Jessica insisted that I not stick around.
As my crush asked, I did.
I always acquiesced to her demands made by blatant design.
College in New York made me homesick.
Jessica lived in our hometown in Washington State.
Jessica counted the days until a brisk chill hung in the air, returning as autumn leaves crunched beneath her feet.
After some years, maturity visited us both.
I tripped over my nerves and fell on the sword that sharpened my words, cutting through the tension as Jessica stood under a thunderstorm, knocking on my door after dark.
The bulb in the porchlight blinked like a strobe light.
I opened the door. “Do you have any idea what time it is?” I stretched.
“It’s not like you don’t want me here,” Jessica replied, giving me a confident smile and a cocky wink. She spread her arms and turned in a circle. “I’m here in the rain to apologize.”
“Skip,” I said, folding my arms across my chest.
“I’m sorry?” Jessica raised a brow.
“You told me to skip town.”
“You want me to skip down the street?”
“You can skip down the street or skip to my bed,” I smirked. “The choice is yours.”
Jessica blushed. “Outta my way, loser.” She pushed past me.

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