And it contintues....
"Great, just great," I thought to myself as I drew the stupid hang man board. "I've ruined my chances with him before they have already began. First Curtis, then Jeremy, and now I can add Luke to the list."
I just had a feeling that he did not like me in return. I mean for starters, he was a junior, and I was just a measily uncool sophomore. We came from two totally different social back grounds. I was kind of nerdy, striving to be in the A crowd, and he was...well...he was what my Mom would call "A bad seed." He wore raggy clothes from the thrift store, had long hair, and smoked. He told me stories about almost getting caught smoking marijuana. At the time I wasn't even certain what that was.
Anyways, I figured he wanted nothing to do with me. I moped about it for days. It seemed like that week, the walks with Katie were even longer and filled with more chatter. I talked about my pitiful problems, and she listened.
"I just wish I was different and he liked me."
Two days had come and passed. My heart was crushed. I decided that Friday I would confront Paul on what he had said to Luke. I met him at the drinking fountain before we went outside to practice marching our half time routines.
"Hey Alison!" He exclaimed.
"Paul, I am so flaming mad at you."
"Why?"
"You just had to go run your mouth, didn't you? You just couldn't resist. How did you even get the nerve to even talk to him, anyway?"
"First off smarty pants, he's friends with my brother, and secondly, I don't really see why your underwear is in such a twist."
"Because you told him!"
"Well, you shouldn't really be mad at me, because he likes you."
"Wait, WHAT?!"
"Alison, he likes you. He was thinking about asking you out, but now he's too embarassed."
"Oh my gosh, what do I do? What do I say? Thanks Paul!" I said skipping away.
I was elated. He liked me. Should I tell him I know? Wait, no, that sounds so stupid. I have to be mature, afterall he is an older boy. The ball is now in his court and I will let him make the first move.
We lined up in our formation and began to march down to the football field. I felt as if my heart was pounding just as hard as our feet were marching on the pavement. He actually liked me!
We then broke down into sections and the director began to work with the woodwinds. The brass players just sat there on the ground. I went over to Luke and sat beside him. We both said nothing. We just started pulling up grass. It was rather awkward. Then I started to ramble.
"So how are you...I was just kind of thinking about why the grass is green. Did you know that...blah blah blah."
I was starting to become aware of my nervous habit of talking. As I was rambling, I began picking dandilions from the ground and stuffing them in between the laces of his shoes.
"I think it's a good look for you, Luke."
"It's not too bad...a little too girly, but I'll keep it."
"Good," I said proudly.
"So what are you up to tonight?" He said.
"Probably just watching TV."
"Would you want to go out with me and hang out?"
"Sure," I said trying not to sound overly excited. Afterall, I didn't want to sound too confident.
"Okay, I'll pick you up at 5."
The rest of that morning flew by like a soaring jet. I was going out with Luke Mitchell on a DATE! I couldn't believe it. Even though I knew I needed my mom's permission, I figured she would let me. How could she not? I was 15 and most 15 year olds should be able to go out on a date.
Suprisingly, it was mom, not grandpa who picked me up that day from band camp. She must have taken the afternoon off. I was so excited to tell her. She said that as long as she got to meet him before hand that I could go. That should be no problem, afterall, he was coming over to pick me up at 5:00. I had to start planning what I was going to wear.
I called Katie and told her the entire story. She came over and we picked out my outfit.
The afternoon had come and passed and it was already 4. He was comming in an hour!
I planned on wearing my new quarter length sleeved brown shirt and overhalls I picked up at the mall a few weeks ago. I took the barettes out of my hair and just wore it down, parted in the center. I was feeling confident, so I didn't even put on an ounce of make up.
The doorbell rang. My mom answered it and I heard their voices as I slipped on my black converse sneakers. As I walked out the door, I told my mom I'd see her later and she told me to be home at midnight.
"Wow!" I thought. "I wasn't ever allowed to stay out that late with my friends whom which I've known forever!"
We decided to go to the movies. Before we went inside he lit up a smoke and we just stood there and talked. He offered me one, but I turned it down. I then began to ramble about the harmful effects of nicotine. (Who would have thought that 9 years later I'm trying to kick that horrible habit!)
We then bought the tickets and headed inside the theater. As we shuffled through the seats I began to get nervous. What if he tried to kiss me? The last boy I kissed was Curtis, and that was two years ago. I hope I didn't forget how to kiss a boy!
I started to get really ancy and fidget about in my seat.
" Are you okay?" he asked.
"Um...yeah...just fine," I said in a high squeaky pitched voice.
He then grabbed my hand and smiled at me. Holy crap, he actually wanted to hold my hand! We then awkwardly looked at eachother. He began to move his head in at me and I just moved away. I felt like an idiot. I was so nervous. I really really liked him, and I couldn't believe he actually wanted to kiss me. I was such a novice on this subject. What if he's expecting me to french kiss him? I didn't know how to do that, but yet I didn't want to seem inexperienced. I looked at him again. We both moved in and he kissed me. I began to open my mouth, not knowing what the hell to with my tongue, but it just started to move.
He must have thought that was the most awful kiss he had ever recieved because he just kind of stopped. Then he said, "Follow my lead."
and I did...
and it was great....
Luke Mitchell had just given me my first real kiss. I can't even put into words how wonderful I felt. I no longer felt like that nerdy little teenager who was striving to fit in. For the first time in my life, I felt like a real person.
