I was finger combing my hair again when the doorbell rang. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I had a blue tank top and dark jeans. My wild red hair was casually curled and I actually had makeup on. I took a deep breath and walk into the living room. Brandon had already let Emily in, and was making a sad attempt at flirting with her. Emily looked amazing in a pale pink top, jeans, and gold bangles. Her honey blonde hair was straightened and shimmering.
"You look amazing!" Emily said, when she saw me. "You too," I said, "I love your hair." She smiled and we just stood there, looking at each other. I'd never realized that Emily had eyes that looked like the ocean. They were such a beautiful blue-green.
"Are you guys okay?" Brandon asked, looking at us. I shook my head and looked at him. "Yeah, we're fine." I look back to Emily. "Let's go, we don't want to be late." We both go to the door and when I get outside, I'm shocked.
"A motorcycle! You have a motorcycle. Isn't that dangerous?" I ask, wide eyed. I mean, I've drove before, but the idea of riding a motorcycle completely terrifies me. "Yeah, what? The peppy blonde can't have a bike?" she says cockily. Then she laughs. "Relax. It's was Tiffany's, but she passed it down to me. Hannah refuses to even touch the bike." She grabs two helmets and hands me one. I stare at the helmet, paralyzed in fear. She smiles, steps closer to me,and puts the helmet on my head. Her hands go on my shoulders and she looks me in the eye.
"You can do this." she says, still looking me in the eye. I feel calmer, even excited. She gets on and I climb on behind her. Okay, not so calm anymore.
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I'm trying to concentrate on driving. Nothing really happened, but I'm still shaking. Not to mention, she's hanging on to me for dear life. I turn into the parking lot at Joe's Pizza, and we both get off the bike. We walk inside and I look around. It was busy, like always, and I found our group at a booth in the back.
"Sorry we're late. I got lost getting to Sam's." I say, sliding in next to James. Sam sits next to me and I feel our shoulders touch. My heart does the same odd stutter as before. That's when Mr. Brightside by The Killers starts playing over the speakers. We all jump and then laugh at each other.
"I love this song." I say, just as Sam says the same thing. We look at each other and everyone laughs, but not me and Sam. once again we just look at each other. "This is becoming a habit." I whisper. She smiles and so do I.
"Guys, you keep spacing out." Hannah says, rolling her eyes. Sam and I both look at her and blush. "Let's order." I say. A waitress comes up and asks what we would like to drink. Kim, Hannah, Sam, and I order diet coke, while the guys order Pepsi. The waitress leaves and we all debate what pizza to get. In the end, we decide on one pepperoni and one extra cheese. I really need this. A night with friends, it makes me feel happy, whole. It's all over too soon. Before I know it, it's time to take Sam home.
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"That was fun. I'm glad you came." Emily said as we walk up to my door. "I had so much fun tonight, being part of a group." I say, telling her the truth. We stop in front of my door. I look at her and notice all the details. How she uses brown, instead of black eye liner and mascara. How her lips still shine with a gold tint. How beautiful her face is. I'm staring at her as she takes a step closer. My breathing speeds up and I lean toward her face. Our lips touch for a second, and then we are kissing. It's soft, gentle and it feels so good. The kiss deepens and I put my hands on her hips. She puts her hands on my face.
Suddenly, the porch light turns on. We jump apart and look at the door, then each other. "See ya Monday." Emily says as she runs toward her bike. I mumble a goodbye, and then she is gone. I go inside, grinding my teeth. "Brandon!" I yell as I enter the house. He is sitting on the couch, acting casual. I glare at him, but he just smirks.
"Good-night kiss?" he asks, a smug look on his face. He always does this. Not that it's happened a lot. Christine Griffith, my first and only girlfriend, hated it when he did this. Brandon, unlike my mom, had a hard time excepting that we both liked girls. My mom, however, didn't have a problem with it.
"Let's go with that." I say, smiling, knowing it will annoy, and walking to my room.
YOU ARE READING
First Time
RomanceGirl meets girl. They kiss. This is their story. Emily thinks she has the whole highschool experience, until Sam comes into her life. Her attraction is undeniable, but what challenges do they face in their traditional town?
