I had liked him before, but time had passed and I forgot about him. He was a few years older than me, he was so hot too. He had girls all but begging him for any little attention, so I figured that he'd never go for a girl like me. It was the Monday before homecoming (and I'll never forget this) and I was sitting in my room stalling my homework and I got a text from him.
"Hey!"... how all conversations seem to start these days. The conversation went on. Some text messages later, he was asking to drive me home from school. I eagerly accepted.
The next text said, "You're adorable." I was taken by surprise and my response was "Really? Ya think so?" and his response was "Yea, I'd kiss you tomorrow that's how adorable you are."
Corny-yes. Clever-yes. I totally did not see it coming. I was suspicious that he had a girlfriend, but I wanted to get my first kiss over with so badly that I said yes...and if you're wondering, I don't regret it.
Well the next day it happened, he drove me home and we sat in his car forever and talked about life. Then he offered to walk me to my porch and when we said goodbye, he kissed me. Quickly, gently, and everything a first kiss should be.
He didn't ask me to homecoming. But he was there with his girlfriend. There were a lot of people there and I only caught glimpses of him and her every so often. She was in a brown dress and they were in each other's arms dancing, and she looked like the happiest, luckiest girl in the world. I did not get jealous, I did not get angry, but instead I got sad, just flat out sad...but he was just a boy and I would be able to go on with my life.
A week or two later, he broke up with that girl. He drove me home more and we took walks together. He met me outside of my house and we kissed a lot. Things were definitely happening between us.
One night, after a trip, I got home at midnight and no one was home. I sat around, but before too long I got a text from him.
"Can I come to see you?" But before I could respond, I got another text "Come outside." I was curious, so fixed my hair, and walked outside. and sure enough, there he was leaning against the side of his car, smiling. I inhaled to say something, but he beat me to it.
"Hi," he said victoriously, like I'd fallen for a trap. "Hello," I said as I walked down to him. There was silence, but it was a beautiful silence, not an uncomfortable one. When I reached him, we just opened our arms and hugged, and I stood there for a long time.
His car radio was on and his window was down and we talked for a while and one way or another I ended up standing on the curb and him in the street. I was almost his height, and I could see right into his eyes. Some corny country love song came on and he knew the words, but I didn't.
Things became silent again we were standing less than inches from each other and he grabbed me around the waist and hugged me and my arms were around his neck. We started slowly rocking back and forth until we were basically slow dancing and he was humming in my ear...perfection! There we were standing outside of my house at midnight, slow dancing on my sidewalk!
After I went inside, I relived that moment at least 100 times. I remembered the girl at homecoming, and I compared my situation to hers. Sure I wasn't wearing a pretty dress, and sure no one was around to witness it, and maybe all I had was a car radio instead of a DJ and fancy disco lights, but I liked my dance better.