I can't believe your mine.

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It was a glorious, colorful autumn.

We'd just left the coffeeshop. When we walked by, she had giggled and pulled me inside, saying "C'mon, lets be basic white girls and get some pumpkin spice."

I don't like coffee. I never had. But when she handed me my cup and looked into my eyes while I tried it. It was the best thing I ever tasted.

My hand still tingled where she grabbed it.

As we walked through the park with our drinks, a light drizzle began to fall. She pulled out an umbrella from her bag, I pulled up my hood and hunched my shoulders.

"Don't be silly," she giggled pulling me under the umbrella with her. I couldn't help but laugh too, her laugh is infectious.

As the sun started to shine again, she pulled me down to sit on a bench. She beamed down at me, and I could only gaze back adoringly.

"So Ava..." she began. I knew this tone of voice, it's dangerous.

"Who do you like?" She whispered, and I looked away. I wanted to say "You, you , a thousand times you." You're the only one I can ever think about. You're gorgeous and sweet and funny and...

Instead, I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my cup.

She looked at me with a cautious smile. "If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?" "Okay" I said.

The person I like... is you" She said, and I drop my drink.

"I've been wanting to tell you for a while though. I know you're not interested in me, but I-...." I put my hand over her mouth.

She looked at me in surprise. I take a deep breath. "Nancy, I-.." my voice catches in my throat.

She removes my hand from her mouth, leans in a tiny bit closer. "What is it?" She asks, looking concerned.

Because I can't seem to form the words, I tel her how I feel the only way I can.

Before I can lose my courage, I lean forward, pressing my lips to hers. After her momentary shock fades, she kisses me back; as her lips move against mine it's like there's fire in my veins.