Let's Fall in Love at 17

Let's get detention, again!

When we are together,
I hear a strange melody.
Maybe it's the wind,
Maybe it's the trees,
Maybe it's my heart
Struggling to beat.

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I never used to wonder how it would feel like being surrounded by the ocean and still being able to breathe, able to see the wonders that hid deep within the surface, able to hear the soft sounds of the waves made above, able to touch every ray of light that broke through and illuminated the darkness, or able to taste the quiet peace that lay within.

I had never wondered these things so when they happened to me, it was as if a dam of water had broken causing the water to flood a whole town.

Romeo Gibson was kissing me.

I stood stunned as his lips traced mine, confidently at first. A typhoon swirling in the middle of the ocean, threatening to sink my whole being into its depth. He held my face with tender but firm hands as if I would want him to let me go. But I didn't. I wanted him closer than we already were. So I encircled his waist and pushed myself against him, wanting to feel every part of him. A small gasp escaped him at the contact. His lips became nervous as the kiss turned soft, unsure if I wanted this or not.

I gave him the only answer I could. I opened my mouth for his wet tongue. That being my consent, he plunged his tongue in my mouth and pushed me against the trunk of a tree. Letting go of my face, he rested his hands on my hips and gently squeezed them, driving me wild.

When Romeo kissed me and I mean really kissed me with every ounce of his being, I felt my world sinking in blue depths. When I breathed him in, I felt as if I was breathing in the ocean. When I saw the brightness his tongue caused behind my eyelids, I felt as though a star had burst in the Mariana Trench. When I heard the soft sounds he made as I kissed him back, I heard the dominant crash of waves on a beach. When I touched his hair, ran my hands through his curls I felt warm sand escape through my fingers. And when I took over and fought his tongue, I felt salt air kiss my heart.

Romeo was too surprised to fight my tongue. Technically, this was my first kiss and I shouldn't have known how to kiss. But I was a fast learner. So I kissed him. I kissed him as if the world depended on our kiss. I kissed him as if the sun wouldn't rise the next day if I stopped. I kissed him as if I loved him. And I did.

I kissed him and in my kiss I said all that he wanted me to say. All that Romeo wanted his Juliet to say. And when we finally ran out of breath, I reluctantly let go, biting his lower lip in the process.

Romeo rested his head against mine, his eyes still closed. He sighed, touching my cheek, ensuring that I was really there. Slowly he opened his eyes. Pupils dilated, he observed me and I observed him.

I knew he wouldn't be the first one to break this silence. I, myself, was afraid to break it too. Afraid that if I did, this moment would be over.

"I do too." I finally said. He knew what I meant. Because that moment he sighed in relief and turned me around so his back was to the trunk. Romeo captured me in his arms and hugged me. I smiled in response, resting my head against his chest, hearing the beat of his heart.

"Now if you could've just said all that on the cliff this moment might've been a little romantic." I taunted. My voice came out rough and low.

I felt his chin against my head as he straightened up, "I ditched a play to come after you. That isn't romantic enough?"

"It's... averagely romantic." I got out of his hold just in time. He moved to bring me closer and was about to say something when Miss Emma came stomping out of the school, into the playground. Romeo had to let me go.