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Three

Luke

I feel so pathetic, but I just can't get her out of my mind. She was an amazing kisser. I could bet that was the best kiss I've ever had. Okay, I'm only 18 so I've only kissed like 8 girls, but she was amazing. The whole word 'amazing' describes her. I tried to tell the boys later that night about her, but they laughed at me and told me she was just playing with me.

Maybe she was, who knows but I'm not quitting this game. I'm playing along. Besides, I have her number. I've had her number since last night. Now I'm sitting on the couch and thinking if I should text or call her. Wait - I'ts only eleven o'clock so she must be sleeping, because she was pretty drunk.

Shit, what if she doesn't even remember me. I would freak out if someone sent me a text message saying: Hi we were kissing last night and I thought we could go out.

I'm so screwed up like the boys said. Okay, lets think she won't even remember me. So what? She was interested when she was drunk so why wouldn't she be when she's sober? I decide to call her after 12pm, and before that i take a long shower.

Her taste and scent is still in my memory, but I'm afraid I'll forget it. I need to see her again and I need to kiss her like I did last night. After the shower I watch TV and wait until the clock turns 12pm.

I find her number easily and click the "call"- button. One ring, two ring, three ring, what's taking her so long? What if I'm going to wake her up and she's not a morning person. Before I have time to think about it any further she replies: "Hello?"

"It's me, I was just thinking if you would like to crab a coffee, or beer or something."

"I'm sorry who is this?" Oh fuck I didn't tell her my name.

"It's Luke, the guy from last night. The pretty good kisser and a drumm-"

"Oh yeah I'm sorry. A coffee sounds good, but i have only like two hours, because I have some other stuff too" What if she has a boyfriend? That would be terrible. What if I'm destroying their relationship. We plan to meet at the cafe close to her in 30 minutes so I quickly get up and drive there.

I decide to wait for her in front of the coffee shop. It's a cloudy day, but it's warm. I love days like this, because when the sun is shining, I easily get a headache.

Suddenly I see a familiar girl walking to my way. Her brunet hair is straightened so it's a bit over her shoulders. Other wise I think it wouldn't touch her shoulders. She has a light make up own, you couldn't say she was partying last night. She's wearing a white T-shirt, a denim jacket and black jeans. Damn she looks good.

I bite my lips and when she comes next to me I'm not sure should I kiss her, hug her or say hi, so I just greet her and say: "You look good Megan." A small smile comes on her lips and her brown eyes seem to shine brighter. "Thank you". We get inside and I order a tea and she orders a latte. I insist to pay but Megan wants to pay for herself.

"You are really drinking tea?" She laughs when we sit down. I give her an offended look and defend myself: "I'm only 18, if i start drinking coffee now, where will I be in 30 years?" It was meant to be a joke but her serious look makes me regret it.

"You're only 18?"

I nod and swear inside my head. "I-i didn't know, I shouldn't have-"

"What?? No I'm turning 19 in a month relax!" I try to calm her down and i feel like I succeed because she takes a sip of her coffee and sighs: "Oh".

We talk about how I started to play in a band, what kind of music we play. "Do you remember anything from last night?" I ask and hope she will say yes.

"To be honest, I remember kissing you but I have no idea how we ended up there", Megan laughs and I feel relief.

"You had just told you had a thing for drummers and then you kind of quoted Lana Del Rey to me"

"And you still kissed me", Megan laughs even harder and I give her a big smile. "I would have been crazy if I didn't". She slowly stops laughing and takes a deep breath. She bites her lips and then starts: "Luke listen, I'm not the kind of person you want to fall in love with". I feel like my heart jumps off my chest when she says the word 'love'.

Does she have this crazy feeling about me too? Probably not.

"I don't think I can do anything about it if I fall for you", I look right into her eyes and try to convince her that I'm not a mistake.

"I'm dark inside. It's all dark, Luke. I have a dark past. Everything about me is dark, even this fricking coffee." I don't know what to say to her. Obviously I don't care about her past, but how am I ever going to make her believe that? "Megan, I really don't care about your past and I need you to understand it."

She takes another sip of her coffee and closes her eyes for like two seconds. "If we are being honest here, do you really thing that this-" Megan points at me and her on her finger "Could ever be something. We met in a bar, Luke", she sighs.

"I promise you, this could be something if you gave me the chance". She looks like she's thinking about my words and then she sighs again and then nods. She actually nodded.

After we have drank our drinks, we go outside and talk about her. She has a job at a coffee shop, she likes 90s rock music, she hates cats, because she's allergic to them and when she grows up, she wants to be a teacher. "Why teacher?" I ask confused. Kids are nice, to be honest I like kids a lot, but if she doesn't like cats how could she like kids.

"Don't get me wrong or think I have some kinds of obsession to 'leave a mark here before I die', but I want to do something good, I need to do something good. And kids really are the future even though it sounds so cliche shit." It kind of makes sense. I'm the kind of person who really wants to leave a mark here before I die, but this isn't the place to say it, right?

It's not an obsession, more like a fear. I'm scared no one will remember me once I die. "Luke, I really need to go now, because I have other stuff to do. It was nice though." She starts. "You're seeing someone else?", I joke but after I say the words I notice how her eyes look sad for a second but then she just says: "My friend Sam", and I just nod. I walk her home and keep talking about my dream job, to be an artist.

"It's kind of unrealistic, you know that?" She says. I nod. "So is this". I look into her eyes and notice how confused I just made her. She's just about to say something, when we are on her door and she starts to look for her keys.

Kiss her you fool.

She finds her keys and starts to open the door. "Thank you f-" She starts, but I cut her off by pulling her close to me. I move some of her hair from his eyes so I can see them well. Those deep brown eyes just look into mine. I place my right hand on her cheek and the other one on her necks and softly pull her face closer to mine.

When our lips meet, the kiss is more gentle than last night, more deep. It's not a drunk kiss. I feel how my mind has peace when I can taste her lips on mine. She tastes so vulnerable. I'm afraid I'll accidentally break her - which is funny, because Megan isn't the kind of person who would seem like a girl you could break easy.

A small moan escapes from her lips when I move my right hand to crab her hair. When the kiss ends, she takes a deep breath. "Okay now I really need to go". I smile a little and she grins at me. Then she closes her door.