|This Most Efficient Cure For Writer's Block
Author: Snowlilly31497 PM
A series of independent one-shots. PLEASE NOTE: Any names used ARE the names of real people/animals. Not meant to offend...I was just too lazy to change them. If anyone has any problems, though I highly doubt that most of the people mentioned even have FictionPress accounts, then they can inform me of this in a review.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Chapters: 4 - Words: 1,325 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 06-10-12 - id: 3030728
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"Um... So, what are you doing after school?" He asked, sitting down on the chair next to me. I looked up at him from the floor, where I was sitting cross-legged, drawing trees on slips of notebook paper and wishing I didn't have to end my freshman year of high school with a world geography final after lunch. He smiled, gazing down at me.
"You know you could've sat on the chair, instead of next to it?" He said, teasing me. I was so glad I was still in jazz band.
"I prefer the floor." I replied. "And some friends and I were going to head to Howard Amon Park after school. I think we're riding the bus there."
"Cool," he said. "Which friends?"
"Uh, Maggie, Zoë, I think Kelly and Skylar, possibly Brandon, and maybe Theara, if she has permission. Maybe Joyce, too, I don't know. I hope not." I answered, shuddering at the thought of Joyce coming.
"Can I come?" He asked randomly.
"Sure... I'm not the one who planned this. I think Maggie did. She's usually the initiator." I replied, grinning. "Wait, do you have a bus pass?"
"No... How much is the fare?" He inquired.
"It's a dollar." I explained. "They raised the youth fare by twenty cents for the summer. Stupid gas prices. I can't wait to get that summer bus pass that Mom promised us."
He sat there for a moment, saying nothing. Then he spoke. "Hey, remember how I said I'm not allowed to date anyone under sixteen?"
"Right. Church rule." I sighed.
"Well, I was wondering," he continued. "Are you allowed to date, yet?"
"Uh, my mom said I can go somewhere with a group of friends and a guy I like..."
"And I qualify as 'a guy you like'?"
"Well, duh. You read that poem, right?" I giggled awkwardly. "The one about the swing dance? The one where I said I've got a MAJOR crush on you?"
"Yeah. I liked it." He smiled. Continuing, he said, "Well, I talked to my mom, and she said the same thing. I can go somewhere with a group of friends and a girl I like, or a girlfriend. I just can't be alone with her for a long time, if she's not sixteen."
"And I qualify as 'a girl you like'?" I mocked.
"Yes, you do." He said, matter-of-factly. I grinned.
The next second, he'd moved from the chair, and was now kneeling in front of me. I gasped quietly, looking up from my tree sketch and into his silver eyes. He wasn't smiling, but he wasn't frowning, either. His expression was tense, frozen, shocked. Much like mine.
I couldn't move, couldn't do anything, when he leaned forward and kissed me. The kiss was slow, beautiful, and my first.
He sat back, a cute, boyish smirk plastered to his face. I still wore an expression of shock.
Abandoning all logical thinking, I pressed my lips against his again, wrapping my arms around him. Slowly, we broke apart, and I smiled.
"Was that your first kiss?" He whispered.
"Yes," I whispered back.