The Chronicles of Lorali and Roman

Roman's POV (1)

Every guy knows how their first love went, whether they like it or not, and boy do I remember mine. It all started with this girl named Lorali.

It was sixth grade year, my first year of middle school, and probably my most hated. My friend Andrew was bent on me meeting this girl he met over summer break. It was a sunny day, but the ground was somewhat wet from the recent rainfall that had occured. Andrew dragged me to this big tree with a bench around it where this supposed Lorali was waiting for us. I had just stepped around the tree when the heel of my shoe slipped over the semi-muddy ground below me,bringing me from standing up to on my ass. Looking up from the ground I see this light haired girl with puffy, freckled cheeks dieing laughing at the entrance I has just made. This girl was of course Lorali. It was a first impression I would never be let down of.

As middle school went on, we became great friends, developing this brother-sister bond that would later turn something much more. It was summer, and I was over at Andrew's house playing his latest video game. I decided to start a conversation with Lorali, who was always happy to talk. The conversation started out good, but ended up turning into a bunch of dirty fantasies between the two of us. I left my phone on the couch for a quick bathroom break, big mistake. When I qot back, Andrew was hunched over my phone, laughing his little ass off. I quickly snatched the phone out of his hand, but it was too late. He asked Lorali if I were to show up at her house, since she lived not even a mile away, if she would sneak out and do the things we talked about.
I was getting ready to pound his little head into his stomach when I saw her answer, she said yes with a little smiley face. For a second I wanted to give Andrew a good knock to the jaw when it hit me, she said YES!? I didn't know what to think at first. At the time I was a virgin and being a teenage boy I was always looking for the opportunity to get my first home run. So I asked her if 11 p.m was ok and she said that's fine. I couldn't believe this was really about to happen...

I ran to the bathroom, washed my hair, put on deodorant, and drowned myself in cologne. I must've sprayed on a whole bottle of cologne, scared that the smell would dissappear before I got to her house. When it came around 10:50, I started my walk to Lorali's. Walking there, I could feel the butterflies building up in my chest. Getting to her house I could see her silouet leaning against the tree outside her house. I was about to do the baddest thing I'd ever done, and it was bad.