Just You

Eleven

Eleven

#Dylan

I lay on my bed in my pyjamas with my fingers to my lips. I couldn't stop grinning. Everytime I think about it, a tingle runs up my spine. It felt so unreal.

My first kiss.

I rolled over and buried my face on my pillow. I probably enjoyed that little experience more than I should. His lips were just so soft and so warm and so...perfect. My heart pounded in my chest. I'd be lying to myself if I said I hadn't been dreaming of kissing Jake. 

I sometimes dreamt of that time in the soccer field when we almost kissed, but I'd always wake up when the stupid flashlight would shine on my face. I shook my head remembering. That night was the craziest night of my life, my most embarrassing experience, something I wouldn't be telling my children and grandchildren. Ever. 

But it was one of the sweetest.

Until tonight.

How am I ever going to fall asleep?

Why did Jake kiss me? I could tell even he surprised himself. Did he think it was a mistake? Why did I run? How stupid can I be? Would the kiss change us? Did it mean anything to him? Was I a terrible kisser? Should I avoid him? What do I do the next time I see him?

Suddenly, my phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. 

I reluctantly picked it up.

"Dylan?"

"Uhm, who is this?"

"It's Fletch," Fletcher slurred, "Could you come to Grant's please? Pick up Jake? He's been asking for you."

I could tell Fletcher was a little drunk but my heartbeat quickened at the mention of Jake. He was asking for me? Why?

"Is Jake okay?"

"He's passed out and we don't really know where he lives. We've been trying to get everyone who's knocked out home. Come quick, Dylan."

"Can I talk to Kyle?"

"Uhm, I'm not entirely sure where he is right now."

I understood and hung up with Fletch. I lay on my bed for a second longer debating with myself if I should go get Jake. My parents would never allow me out of the house at this hour. Besides, they'd be too grumpy from being woken up to even consider anything of the sort. I quickly changed out of my sleep clothes and threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater. I also put on my coat and bonnet as I sneaked out the house. I have never done it before, sneaking out, especially at nighttime. I fast-walked to the bus stop and caught the midnight bus to Grant's neighborhood. I've only been there once but the place wasn't hard to remember. 

Normally, I wouldn't ride the bus at night. I never had the need to since Kyle was always there to drive me. Or if he wasn't free, my dad would. My parents always said it wasn't safe for a girl to be out alone at night when the bus was mostly empty. I was so nervous and guilty the entire time. What if I get lost? What if my parents find out? The bus driver seemed nice enough. I can't believe I was doing this for Jake. He so owed me, no matter how wonderful his kiss was.

I got off at Grant's neighborhood and quickly found the house. It wasn't difficult considering the blasting music and the noise, and also the number of parked cars outside. 

Freezing and nervous, I knocked on Grant's door. No one opened the door. I doubt anyone heard over the music. Just as I was about to knock again, the door swung open and a coupleinterlocked with each other emerged and drunkenly made their way to one of the fancy parked cars, narrowly missing barreling into me.