I was looking through my room and I found an old diary of mine. And I saw this little note (which will be mentioned later on). So months after finding that letter I thought up this story!
Adele is not me, and I do not know any Davids or any people who are supposed to be him.
I know that it's very cliche, but I hope that it is cute nonetheless.
ADELE'S POINT OF VIEW
I sat down in my room, completely bored out of my mind. David and I spent the day watching movies at his house, but eventually it did get late, and our eyes were starting to tired out. So here I am, lying down on my bed, doing absolutely nothing.
I tried reading a book, but all the books I have, I've read before. And it's much too late to go the library or store.
I sighed and looked around my room. It was so messy I could hardly see the floor. David always said that I probably had a long lost sister underneath all of this mess.
David has been my best friend since I was three years old. Our parents used to go to the same playground and well, eventually we went to the same elementary school, middle school, and now high school. And both of us have no idea where we want to go with our lives, which means that we'll probably end up going to the same college.
I sighed, whenever he came over he always looked disappointed in me because I always tell him that I'm going to clean out my room and I never do. He's just upset because I owe him three CDs, two movies, one of his watches, and four of his shirts (I like wearing guy's shirts and my dad's are way too big on me).
I looked at my closet closest to the door. I had some music in that closet. That's probably where David's music was, perhaps even his movies.
I got up out of my bed and made my way over to the closet, pushing some clothes scattered around the floor aside in the process. The doors themselves took a while to open because of all the mess on the floor. I shrugged my shoulders, David was right, I really did need to get this place cleaned up. Maybe if I bribe him…or blackmail him he will do it for me.
After I finally managed to open the closet at leave five random notebooks fell down. I moved away quickly to avoid any harm to myself. I then continued my venture into my closet of borrowed items.
Thirty minutes later I found one of his CDs, both of his movies, and my first cell phone, which I thought I lost. I had to get a new one because it was nowhere to be found. I tried searching for the other misplaced items but I was having no luck.
I looked around at my other closets, perhaps they were in there. I wouldn't be surprised, it's always where you least except it right? But instead something else caught my eye. When I was little I got this diary that was sort of organized for me. The questions were already there, I just had to fill out the answers. I remember buying it when I was just a little girl.
I smiled, I always liked reliving my childhood memories, this is why Charlie Brown was scattered all over my room along with Snoopy and Woodstock.
I took the notebook out, a few other random items falling out as well. I scooted away from the closet and laid down on the soft pile of clothing that made due for a nice bed on the floor.
Then I opened the first page:
Who is your best friend?
I rolled my eyes, he's been my best friend since I was three, so far this little notebook wasn't helping me relive my childhood at all.
What is your favorite colour?
Pink! No wait…purple…no…blue…green…Elmo!
I laughed, when I was little I didn't know what the colour red was. So I always just said that it was Elmo. I smiled at the memory. My childhood was in fact being relived!
I flipped through the book, most of it was just random doodles on places where there was supposed to be writing. I never was a good artist. And from the looks of it, I never will be.
The back of the book had a little envelope in it…
Put your deepest darkest secret in here!
Oh! Now it's finally getting interesting!
I opened the envelope (which wasn't that difficult to do by the way) to find a little blue slip of paper fall out onto my lap. It was folded, twice.
I opened it up quickly, I wanted to know what my biggest secret used to be!
The handwriting was messy, and some of the letters were even backwards. Some words were also misspelled but it was still understand able.
Today I kissed a boy for the first time! On the lips!
My mind froze. I kissed a boy? No, that was impossible. Me, Adele Smiter has never been kissed by a boy on the lips. Yes on the cheek, and forehead, but never on the lips! How is this possible? Surely there must be something wrong. Maybe a little elf snuck into my room and wrote that down for me.
I tried to find a date on it, but there was none. I looked back over the writing. The same message was still there.
But who could it be?
When was this?
How old was I?
Was it a dare? It surely could have been a dare, children are stupid and careless. Children throw away meaningless things like kisses and hugs, not understanding the importance of them once they get older.
I closed the book and put it on the bedside table underneath my bed. Quickly I walked back over to the closet and closed the door.
I flopped down on my bed and turned off my lights. It would be a long night…
I opened the diner door and heard the little bell ring as it closed.
Every Sunday my friends and I would always go to the same diner and have lunch there. It had become sort of like a ritual for us. Some people go to church on Sundays, we go to the diner.
"Look who finally decided to show up!" Rick, my other friend shouted from across the table.
I smiled wearily at him. "Sorry! I slept in late. Couldn't get to sleep last night."
Carrie, my other friend, spoke. "You made it just in time to order at least. Grab your seat!"
And with that everyone continued their previous conversations as I made my way over to my seat.
David pulled out of the conversation with Tony and Courtney to hand me his menu. "I already got you some grapefruit juice and water."
I nodded my head. "Thanks."
I looked at the menu until I finally decided what I wanted to order. I put my menu down only to find David looking intently at me. "Are you okay?"
I sighed, he always got my emotions from my face. "No, not really."
"What's wrong? You can always fall asleep. I thought that I would have tired you out after our movie marathon yesterday."
I smiled, David always said things like that to cheer me up. But I frowned once I remembered the cause of my lack of sleep. "I've been lied to my entire life."
"Well that's a little dramatic. Who has lied to you?"
I sighed. "I lied to myself apparently." I suddenly remembered what I had found that was his. "Oh before I forget, I found some stuff that you've lent me over the years."
I took out his belongings and set them in front of him. He raised his eyebrows and then looked at me in suspicion. "There is definitely something wrong with you. You never find any of my misplaced items. Not in that dump that you call a room."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh shut up."
"But seriously, what's the matter?"
I sighed, readying myself to tell him the story. "Well, I was looking through my closet last night because I had nothing else to do. And I found one of my old journals. So then I was flipping through it, and I finally got to the back. And then I found this little note that said that I kissed a boy on the lips! And, all this time I thought that I've been an un-kissed girl. But that's obviously a lie.
"I mean, who could it be? There was no date on it. How depressing is that? I mean I've always thought that my first would be memorable. That I would give it to someone who I really loved and cared about. But now I find out that I no longer can give it to someone because I already have. And I don't even remember who it is."
I finally looked over to David who was fiddling with his hands nervously. "Oh." He looked up at me. "What are you going to do about it?"
I sighed. "I don't know."
He knew how much of a big deal I made over my first kiss. David has never been kissed. And for once I was extremely jealous of him. He still had this. He was still pure.
"I feel like I've lost my virginity."
He shot me a glance. "Adele."
"Seriously! I feel so impure now. What if I go on a date with a guy and they ask me that? What am I supposed to say? Well, I've been kissed but I don't remember it. It still counts even though I don't remember it you know? I mean in twenty years when I'm asked who my first kiss was, how do I tell them that I can't remember? My life has just gotten ten times more complicated."
I looked back at David, expecting him to say something to make me feel better but he just frowned. The waitress came to take our orders just a few seconds after.
The next day at school I made a list. A list of all the guys I knew when I was younger. A list of boys that could possibly have taken my first kiss.
At lunch time I sat down next to David at our usual table. He was in the middle of eating a ham sandwich when I approached him.
"Okay. So I've made a list."
He swallowed the bite of his sandwich and put it down. "A list of what?"
"All the boys that I've known since I was little. I figured out that I didn't know how to write until I was five years old. So the journal has to be after that. But I knew how to write extremely well before I was seven. So it was between the years of five and seven when I had my first kiss."
I opened the pages that I used and showed it to him. "A total of 43 names. I think that I got every boy that was in our grade when we were that young."
He looked over the list. "You don't have everyone down."
"Who am I missing?"
He shook his head. "Never mind. What are you planning on doing anyways? You can't just go up to every guy and ask him if he remembers kissing you when you were six years old!"
I thought for a moment. "You really think that we were in first grade when this happened? What if it was Brandon Kileir?"
"I thought that you forgot about him."
"I did! But back then he was still there. Maybe I did something smart and got him to kiss me. He was my first crush!"
He mumbled. "I know."
"Maybe it's that creepy guy that's always staring at me in science."
"I highly doubt it."
"You know what? I should just go around kissing all the guys in the school. And if anyone's lips seem familiar then I will know!"
His eyes widened in shock. "Adele! You can't just do that."
I sighed. "I know. But I don't know what else to do. I feel so lost with my first kiss being taken away from me."
He sighed and then got up. "I have to go. I'll talk to you later okay?"
"What?! I am in a crisis here! Where could you possibly need to go that's more important than this?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I have some work to do."
And with that he turned around and headed out of the lunchroom. I huffed and looked over my list once again.
The day ended and I still was not able to find the answer to any of my problems. I went to the playground, the swings usually calmed me about everything.
I looked over the list at least four dozen times. Eventually I ripped it up. David was right, what would the list have helped me anyways? The guy probably doesn't even remember me, how could he remember a useless kiss?
I just sat on the swings looking at my feet, trying to make sense of everything.
I felt a figure start to move towards me. I didn't worry, I already knew who it was.
He stopped behind me on the swings and sighed. "Sorry for leaving you today in the lunch room. Do you want me to push you?"
I shook my head. "No." He walked around me and sat on the floor in front of my feet.
He fiddled with his fingers for a few minutes and then took a deep breath. "I'm sorry that you don't remember your first kiss."
"There was one boy that was not on that list of yours."
My eyes shot up. "Who?"
He took a grass blade in between his fingers and started twiddling with it. "We were six years old. We were running around the backyard at your place. You asked me if I've ever been kissed before and I said no. You said that Cindy McSherly kissed a boy and you felt left out. You looked so sad and depressed like you were on the verge of tears. So I asked you what I could to do make it better.
"You said that you wanted to have someone kiss you. And-and I asked you if you wanted me to kiss you. And you smiled so wide I thought that your lips were going to fall off your face. So I leaned in to kiss you. And I'm sorry that you don't remember that. Truly I am."
I sat there in shock. It was David? My best friend?
"How do you remember that? It was ten years ago!"
His eyes met mine. "It was the best day of my life."
"Why was it the best day of your life?"
His eyes never left mine as he spoke his next words. "It was the day I realized I was in love with my best friend."
I definitely was not accountable for my next actions. I jumped my best friend. I just attacked him. I flew off the swing set, knocking us both down to the ground. My lips found him like magnets.
He was stone frozen at first but eventually he wrapped his arms around me and his lips started moving in sync with mine.
I remained on top of him but brought my lips away from him. I swatted him playfully on his chest. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "It never really came up."
"You owe me."
"What do I owe you?"
I shook my head. "All of this time you could have kissed me. All of this time my lips have been so cold!"
He smiled and pulled me closer to him. "I promise that I will make it up to you."
"And how are you planning on doing that?"
He smiled even wider. "By doing this."
And then his lips crashed with mine once again.
Just a short, sweet one-shot.
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