Taken With the Wind

"Hey Sweet Cheeks"
He grinned
I blushed
Still playing this sick game

"Hey there hot shot."
I retorted back.
Stroking his cheek
Soft
Rosy red from the sun.
Walking past,
into the house
Knowing he'd follow me
like a puppy.

"They fix up the car?"
He called
I smiled,
not planning on responding.
"Cam?"
Nothing
Silence
A sinister smile
"Helloo..?"

A tap on my shoulder
Like quicksand the smile
Disappeared, turning around.
"Who's Katiie?"