by Jim. . . Jim Owens
12-8-04
She came over and hung out, just like every other night. We might have watched a movie, maybe it was TV, maybe we just talked about what was going on in school. Tom sat across from me doing his homework. I had a lot to do, but she was over, and so, of course, I wasn't getting it done. We chatted as normal, and talked about what we might do that weekend, and how much work we had to do, and what classes we had to wake up for in the morning. She was laying on my bed, wearing her comfy clothes, as she told me some story or another. All I know is that I liked her. She was my best friend, and she made life happy. It's good to have her over on nights like these, when there's homework to do, and classes to wake up for, and that late night snack-craving. It got to be late. Curfew time. Not that the rule ever stopped us before. We were good kids, but we were still kids, and prone to breaking rules. She figured she should probably get going. Tom, bless his soul, told her "You lay right back down on that bed and don't you move a muscle" (in a very kindly way). She shrugged and laid back. "I'm too tired to get up anyways." I kept trying to get work done online. I made some progress. She mentioned things now and again, but generally kept her peace and just relaxed. My bed is comfy and I have lots of pillows and a teddy bear. Tom finished up his work, and said he was done. I looked over and she was seemingly unconcious on the bed. I shrugged, and Tom turned off his light and got in his bed. After about 15 minutes of being left to myself, I finished up the assignment, and went over to the bed. There she was, just laying there, perfectly at peace in my sleeping-place. I sat in the little padded rocking chair I keep next to my bed, and just kinda rocked for a few minutes, thinking. She really is the best friend I've got nowadays, I thought. If she sleeps in my bed, does that mean maybe she likes me? I've had no experience in these matters, and it was, afterall, just her innocently falling asleep when I got too boring for her. I started dozing off in my chair, happy enough to be given the chance to look at her without having to explain my feelings. Soon enough I fell to a light sleep as I lay my head on the bed. There was enough room to allow for that and still maintain modesty. Sometime after that, sooner or later I don't know, she fidgeted. I woke from the light sleep, and it was a happy feeling to see her there. I had almost forgotten. :) There's a girl in my bed. She fidgeted her arm, and I knew that normally she slept with a little stuffed animal. I figured maybe she doesn't sleep well without it (hey, I don't know anything about other people sleeping), and so, I did what any boy with a girl sleeping in his bed who needs physical comfort would do. I put my hand on her hand. It was just laying there on the bed, up for the taking. As soon as I had my hand on hers, she turned it and gave my hand a little squeeze back. I nearly peed my pants with fright. I was not expecting that. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me. If you've never seen the girl who you have a head over heals crush on smile at you when you hold her hand, you've never known what happiness feels like. She just held my hand and settled back down and closed her eyes, keeping it in hers. I didn't know what to do. Literally. I mean, yeah, I guess she does like me, but now she's holding my hand at an angle that doesn't allow me to sit back down properly. So I sort of kneeled next to the bed, and waited with my chin on the edge of it. She was holding my hand. That was worth all the world. Soon after, she opened her eyes again. Now that I think about it, she was probably just as nervous as I was, and it's doubtful that she was ever actually asleep at any point in the night. But she opened her eyes and smiled at me again, giving my hand another squeeze. I smiled. I don't know how well she could see me, becuase it was awefully dark. But I smiled a good smile, because I was the most amount of happy I could think of. And then I leaned towards her. I could smell the shampoo in her hair. Girls always have shampoo smelling hair. It's a good smell. And she lifted her head slightly, and we kissed. Just like that, we kissed. No words spoken, no secret nods or fancy courtings. Just leaned and kissed. I put my hand on her shoulder to keep from falling onto her (hey, I don't move that fast), and her lips were soft, and her shoulder was warm, and her hair smelled pretty, and I was happy. It wasn't a very elaborate kiss. It was a perfect first kiss though. Just long enough to know you were for real kissing someone, but not so long that you were making out right off the bat. I don't know what she thought of it. I never thought to ask. But for me, it was the perfect kiss. Taken with context, I would say it was the best kiss I've ever had. There is plenty more to my story with her, but that was our first kiss. And my memory may not be much, but even if this story survives, it's enough for me, because it was one hell of a kiss. Thanks to you girl.
(names may have been altered or ommitted to maintain the presumed annonymity of those involved)
I've found the quote I was looking for:
"And then she kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life." ~From Perks of Being a Wallflower