"I have this big black portfolio too. It made me feel like an artist when I used it to carry my things to the Art exam in March." I said, looking at his portfolio, wondering what Art works he would have inside, "you know, everyone's thinking you must have some masterpieces inside."
"Mine certainly aren't masterpieces." Daniel said and smiled.
"Mind letting me take a look?" I asked.
"No, of course I don't," Daniel said and unzipped the portfolio, "I'm just going to get them framed."
"Oh wow..." I was impressed by his drawings and paintings. I don't know how to describe them, they were mostly abstract paintings and sketches, but I felt a kind of energy inside his works, a kind of crave, craving for something that I could not understand.
"I was just trying to copy Picasso," Daniel said, "these are all crap."
"No, of course not, they're really great." I said.
A particular painting caught my eyes. It was an abstract painting with a lot a lot of colors. There were a lot of swirls and twists, the painting seemed to be alive, images trying to get out.
"What's this painting about?" I asked.
"What do you think?" Daniel said.
"Well...it's like...a lot of fairies dancing." I said and flushed, embarrased by my silly answer.
Daniel was quiet and looked at his own painting for a few seconds. And then he suddenly said, "Christy, you really let me see my own work with a new perspective."
I always feel a little bit thrilled when Daniel pronounced my name. My feelings for him grew stronger and stronger after each date. At first, he was like a long lost friend to me, who I would never run out of conversation with. Then I started to want him more, filling my mind with him everyday, secretly trying to brush his arms with mine when we met but was too scared to do so. When he frowned because of the bright sunshine, I wanted to brushed his eyebrows with my fingers.
Suddenly I felt raindrops, "gosh, is it raining?" I asked anxiously and quickly put the paintings inside his portfolio. The raindrops became bigger and bigger and it actually hurt when the rain dropped against me. Luckily, the paintings were safe.
"Okay, let's run and find a shelter." Daniel said and grabbed my hand.
The moment when he grabbed my hand, my head went blank, I seemed to know nothing but to follow him, I felt like, with Daniel, I would be safe.
Finally we found a shelter. The rain was so heavy that me and Daniel were all wet and I felt that my clothes were sticking tight to my skin. Daniel's hair was dripping wet, but he certainly looked cute.
"Oh my God," Daniel said, "we're soaked."
We bursted into laughter.
"You know, normally I don't have the patience to wait until the rain stops." I said.
"What will you do?" Daniel said.
"I will run." I said.
We were silent for a few seconds. He kept holding my hand.
Then Daniel suddenly pulled me close to him and said, "don't go, Christy, don't."
"What?" I asked and looked down to my feet, my heart was beating real fast.
"Stay." Daniel said.
It seemed my heart stopped at the moment when he told me to stay. I couldn't breathe. I was so nervous that I thought I was going to bursted into tears.
Daniel ran his long artist fingers through my wet hair, then smoothly traced them from my forehead to my cheek. His fingers were warm, and the whole place seemed to be heated up by him. My heart was racing and I couldn't look into his eyes. I couldn't look at this guy whom I loved so much. This guy who seemed to be flawless.
Daniel slowly raised my chin with his warm fingers and then the next minute, his thin and soft lips were pressed against mine. I was feeling dizzy, a little voice screamed inside my head, "no, I'm dreaming, wake up, Christy, wake up!!" But it was not a dream. It was real, this perfect guy was kissing me. Oh.