That Perfect Little Moment

Third Person POV!

In the movies, first kisses look great. They’re that one moment when every little detail tumbled into place with a small miracle (usually in the form of a well placed rainstorm or the most amazing background music) thrown in to seal the deal. The two people’s lips meet perfectly and are alive with all the passion and exploding fire that every first kiss should be filled with. You watch this bit of movie magic that was choreographed completely, sigh inwardly, and wish that your first kiss would have been or will be just like that one.

In the real world, things don’t happen like that.

In the real world, first kisses are ill-planned and usually don’t end well. Sometimes it’s over before it begins. It takes just one bumped nose or head to kill the mood. There’s no background music to fuel the sparking flame that doesn’t even hold a candle to the “exploding fire” of the movies. The rainstorm doesn’t have the desired effect either. You get soaked through and not even the hottest body heat a couple could produce would warm you. Real first kisses are awkward.

That’s how they ended up standing face-to-face disappointed, the regular product of a first kiss. They had been friends for a while, and they had been traveling down the road to their ultimately faulty destination for almost as long.

So, there they were, tensed up and slightly tangled around each other. His hands had linked together behind her back, where his fingers tapped out nervous patterns on the soft fabric of her shirt. Her hands were locked around his neck, hands balled into fists. Both of their eyes 

darted around the room, trying to land on anything but the opposite person’s face. If they did happen to land there, the person owning the eyes blushed red and quickly flicked them away again. It was a predictable nightmare.

Then, something that should only happen in the movies, happened in the very room they were standing in.

The radio had changed.

The song had been a rap catastrophe, but had now changed to a song that held so much meaning and seemed to be speaking exactly to the couple standing in the very room.

Finally both they’re eyes met at the same time. Then they both had to grin at the irony of the song. His hands splayed across her back, pulling her in as he remembered all the things that had made him want to kiss her the first time. Her hands smoothed out as she pulled him down to her, while she remembered all the reasons she had wanted him to kiss her so badly.

Their lips met again.

First kisses truly are a horror story in the making. But second kisses (backed up with the most amazing background music) are a whole different story.