Golden Gate

Celine Dion

"Justin ur mopping." I said to him as I walked in."Oh ur telling me what to do now?" he replied. "Your ego's too big to listen isn't it?" I replied rolling my eyes. I was cleaning the gum from under the bench disgusted by people, in general. Then suddenly I felt a huge splat of paint on my back. It was stuck in my hair and as I said before. GAME ON BITCH.

I grabbed the paint bucket and poured it all over him. Justin had good hair and to see that all become green in a matter of seconds was kind of sad but of course, we continued splattering paint on each other and it was funny. But also fun.

THERE'S A DIFFERENCE.

Anyway, after a bunch of splattering, we started laughing and lied down on the benches. I felt Justin's hand creep closer to mine. But for some reason like my usual instinct, I didn't try to stop it. I let it happen and I wasn't freaked out. I was just catching my breath when he looked at me and said "Abrams, I really like you, and it breaks my heart that you don't feel the same way." So my chance, I pulled him closer, grabbed his collar, and kissed him.

I kissed him. My first kiss. I felt trust, I felt reality, and as Celine Dion said I felt safe in his arms. I held on. Held on to him. I was so proud that I did. He smelt like peaches and his lips tasted like strawberry from my lip balm. They were soft and felt this type of comfort I never had before. 

He pulled away, grabbed my waist, spun me, dipped me, and kissed me again. I held his hand for a long time after it was over. We talked for a long time too. I let him know about everything and so did he.

I had never shared so much or been so honest with anyone so fast before. Not even Stacy. It felt good though.

He took me out for ice cream again but this time we sat TOGETHER.