For this, I’m not entirely sure about the date. It was at least a week after Valentines Day, because I had gotten the flu. It sucked. But his mom brought me chicken and rice and a baby doll to hold.
It’s that dance that nearly every couple does for weeks on end. Should I kiss them? Or wait for them to kiss me? What if they’re not ready? What if I’m not? And in reality, these are the dumbest thoughts to have. I knew that, so I told him in my most subtle (but still very obvious, because sometimes boys can be slow with these types of things) way that I had wanted to kiss him. So we talked about it. Next time we hang out. Next date. Blah blah blah…
I was fine waiting, really I was. But this boy… God, this boy. He made me feel things no other guy had. And I didn’t want to think any other guy could. He made my heart dance with just a single word. It was the early stages of love.
That being said though, you have to remember (or imagine) the early stages of your first love. It’s awkward, right? And you have to think about every little move you make and make sure you don’t do anything stupid. (this idea is dumb. I’ve given up on it since then. *if they don’t like you for the stupid things you do, they aren’t worth it*). So no matter how much we talked about it, it never seemed to happen. He said he would do it.
So I’m waiting, and waiting and…. You know, waiting. Then after I got over the flu, I went over to his house. We watched a movie and laughed and ate and talked about really dumb things (<3) and then my dad came to pick me up.
He walked me to the door as he always did. And I swear on my life, I thought he was going to kiss me as he leaned in closer to me. But he just gave me my usual hug. I frowned inwardly and began to walk away.
Then I stopped, turned around and said “Wait. Screw it.” And I walked swiftly over to him and planted a kiss on his lips.
It was nothing special. Just a kiss. I’d had plenty of kisses before this. But this was his first kiss. And something about the way his lips felt against mine made my stomach do a cartwheel. I smiled and walked outside-
-where I quickly bent over, clutching my stomach, still out of view from my dad. I felt dizzy and nauseous and thought “Damn. This stupid flu won’t go away.” But then it passed and my heart fluttered and my cheeks felt warm (not feverish). It was the weirdest feeling ever, but I smiled then, knowing that I’d get to feel like that every time I kissed that boy.
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