Born in Panama, Emily Rachelle has traveled throughout the country and the world with her Air Force family. Currently, she lives with her parents and three brothers in middle Georgia. While Emily enjoyed reading as far back as she remembers, writing didn't come to her until she learned the forms of poetry and the basics of story in fourth grade. Since then, she's written scripts for homeschool dramas, poems for birthday presents, and stories for friends and family to enjoy. Sixteen is her debut into the professional world of words. You can find Emily at her blog, Emily Rachelle Writes, http://emilyrachellewrites.blogspot.com.
She dropped her harvest carefully into a bucket, then set her sights on the next apple. It didn't seem that high. No matter how many times she jumped, though, Nikki couldn't seem to get a proper grip on the stubborn thing. "Matt, come over here and help me! I can't reach."
She watched as he slowly made his way over to her tree, hands in his pockets. He wore the same style of old denim overalls as his father; Nikki had missed the memo and worn shorts with a Princess Jasmine top. The sunlight danced over Matt's blond hair, which stuck out in all directions today.
"Why don't you just find a new tree, or help me over there?"
Nikki pointed up at her gleaming red antagonist. "Because I want that one."
He laughed. "Why that one?"
"Why not?" She crossed her arms. "Can you reach it?"
"Of course." He leaned over her, and she threw her arms out to balance herself.
They both laughed. He reached out and plucked the apple, but when Nikki held out her hand, he shook his head. Instead, he wrapped his arm around her and took a bite from the shining fruit.
"Really, Matt?" She rolled her eyes, still grinning.
"If's goot!" He swallowed and repeated, "It's good!"
"I know. That's why I wanted it!"
He just kept eating while Nikki attempted to squirm from his grip. When he finally finished, he tossed the core over his shoulder and released her.
He smiled at her, but it wasn't his teasing grin. Something different lit up his eyes. What was he up to now? "You wanted to taste it, right?"
"What, the apple? Well, eventually. Guess I'll eat one of the others now."
He shook his head. "No need to."
She raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
In one fluid motion, he grabbed her wrist, pulled her towards him, and pressed his mouth to hers.
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