The Unexpected

20 || Firsts

I genuinely don't know what to say. Michael just jumped from staying friends to "hey little lady I wanna buy you dinner". I think I want to say yes, but I can't just do this impulsively. I have to think about us in the long run.

And when I really think about it, we belong together. Maybe for a little, maybe forever, but we belong together. The tall boy who loves pokemon, playing the guitar, and his three best friends wouldn't have found me in the airport if it wasn't for a reason. We were brought together and it's become obvious why. We aren't supposed to be "just friends". We're meant to fix each other. We're meant to be something.

My whole different universes idea still stands true, but we're an anomaly; an exception. We've found each other despite how things are supposed to go. Every bone in my being is telling me to say yes, but I don't.

We're standing in his living room. Michael is looking at me expectantly, the nerves exuding from him. He's so nervous. I don't give him an answer. I march over to him, closing the space between us. My hand goes to the back of his neck and brings his face to mine; my heart is racing; both of our breaths are shaky. And I kiss him. His lips don't move at first, surprised by my bold move, but then both of his hands come up to my face, somehow bringing me even closer. His lips mold to mine, soft yet firm. The kiss is electric and like nothing I've ever felt before.

The world and all of our problems melt away. It feels so right to be here with him, his lips locked onto mine. The innocence of it is surprising; we aren't pawing at each other's clothes or trying to shove our tongues down the other person's throat. We've just simply become one. I don't know how to describe it, but it feels incredible.

Michael is the first to pull away as he rests his forehead against mine, trying to catch his breath. "Shit, Skye," he manages to get out as we both begin to laugh.

"Yes," I say in response to his question he asked only moments before. It feels like we were entwined for ages. I could have kissed him forever, and I think I just might. I move in again, but only leave a small peck on his lips.

"I love you, and I know I sound like such a creep because we've just kissed for the first time, but f.uck, I love you."

"I love you, too. Even though you're a creep."

But he isn't a creep. He's sweet and sensitive and funny and quirky and talented and beautiful and he's mine.

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"Okay, Mr. Clifford, so where exactly are we going?" I ask the boy next to me. He's dressed in a black button down and black jeans with black boots. Black looks good on him. His now faded hair is back to my favorite platinum, and he looks gorgeous as ever. I can't help but admire his beauty as we walk down the sidewalk.

We're in the main street of a quiet beach town right outside of Sydney. We've been walking from where we parked for almost five minutes, our fingers messily intertwined. I don't know why but I've always loved holding hands by just holding onto a few of the guys fingers, or simply linking pinkys like they did in the eighties.

"We are going toooo--it's a surprise," he says with a grin.

I release his hand to smack his arm, but he just grabs it again and wraps his arm around my shoulder. My arm is wrapped around my front, still connected to his, forcing me into his side. We both giggle at the fact that we probably look like idiots, but we don't care.

Him asking me on this date last night was euphoric for me, and the feeling only continues to grow as we make our way towards this secret destination. Once again, I find myself admiring his face and the way the warm glow of the sunset is shining on it.