Key To The Blue Flame

Chapter 7

Picture is of Mekhi

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I just stand there in my slightly oversized black hoodie and jeans now regretting and wishing I could go back in time and change into something nicer. My hair probably looks a mess and my face plain with not one ounce of makeup. Why am I being so self-conscious, this isn’t like me? Just when I start to realize I’ve been standing up for a minute, Becca grabs my arm and tugs it for me to sit down. I smile embarrassed, of my idiot behavior.

I sit next to her facing my date and blush at the direct eye contact he is giving me with his intense eyes giving me a soft stare. I uncomfortably sift in my seat and lick my dry lips, looking at Becca to help me but she was already in deep conversation with her date. God I haven’t been on a date in a while. I glance back at him to see him looking somewhere far off in his own world but as he realizes me gawking him, he tints his head ever so slightly and returns my look with a charming smile in our seemingly awkward silence.  Just then he breaks the silence saying,

“Why are you so quite, do you not want to talk to me,” he says faintly pouting,

“No that’s not it at all, I’m sorry it’s just that I haven’t been on a date in a while.” I say awkwardly.

He unexpectedly laughs,

“Well you don’t have to be uncomfortable with me, I understand besides I haven’t been on a proper date in a while too.”

 I laugh too, but at the lie that he hasn’t gone on a date in a while.

“You have beautiful eyes,” he randomly says.

“Oh, really, thanks.” I say.

“Their like a forest’s fire thick smoke, they hold so much life.” He softly says, his voice sounding like drops of honey with a cherry on top, so deep yet gentle.

I again glance at him, and he catches me,

“Don’t look away,” he says.

I look at his symmetrical face and faultless facial features and stare more in dept into his features. I look into his profound eyes, which are so dark yet I feel I can see a light shining from in the center of them. They compare to wet tar, black and gleaming, if you step into it you get stuck in the thickness of it all the more you stay; just like his eyes the more I stare interested in them, the more I sunk into the infinite dept of them. But one thing I can’t wrap my head around is that his eyes… seems so kind but than again so direct, and untrusting, like as if they are sizing you up, looking pass all the smiles he sees and assesses you to see who you really are.

All while smiling himself, behind that same smile he looks pas, like black glass, so shady but yet still of which reflective and translucent. That is the look his eyes gave off a darkish but still clear aura projecting a glassy sharp stare, and all too ready to pierce. His thick pink lips can achieve the ideal smile with his mouth corners rising up just enough to display the top row of aligned white teeth. His short cut hair is naturally golden blonde and like the sun holds a highly yellow vivid color which is slightly disheveled and doesn’t pass the nape of his neck with his bangs slightly covering his eyes. His squared jaw line, strait nose, and naturally suntanned skin finished off his boyish earthly, beach-boy look.

Just then the waiter came to take our orders.

Becca of course orders a salad she isn’t going to enjoy; I of course ignore the elbows in my side as I order a hamburger. When the meals came I notice Mekhi ordered chicken strips with fries, I eye his meal as he eats it. He notices but doesn’t offer and I know it’s rude to ask. Then suddenly he takes a bite out of one strip and puts it by my mouth, dangling it.

“You wanna bite.” He says raising the corner of his mouth slightly daring me to.

I didn’t want to say ‘yeah I do but can I have one you didn’t bite’ and it was an indirect kiss… kinda but I still bent forward to bite the chicken strip. He starts laughing,

“I didn’t think you would actually do it, I was kidding.”

My face felt micro-waved

“But I like that you did, it was cute.” He flirtingly smiles.

Which makes me and the environment a little more comfortable, maybe all one needs on a date is to eat your date’s meal to get more comfortable. When ours meals are finished, Becca and David say good-bye and walk off, while Mekhi and I wave bye.  Mekhi and I had laughed, and talked a lot on our date and I am starting to like the idea of a second date the more I am near him.

“So what do you want to do now?” he asks. “We can go anywhere you want.”

“How about we just walk,” I answer.

He nods and we start down the snow covered ground in the night’s air. It is so romantic, no one in sight, the lights of small establishments light the night in so many shades of colors with just me and him walking down it in a cold yet warming night.

“Mekhi,” my lips murmur.

“Yeah?” he responds.

His name is Mekhi, I am on a date with his guy. It is all real, I have his reply as proof for this surreal seeming moment I wish to stay in and never forget because I am having too much fun. Is this what life is for, to experience all these types of moments. Is this what dating is about, this feeling of a fresh start of getting to know someone new that I forgot due to not dating in a while.

“Jesse you okay?” Mekhi calming voice wakes me of my daydream.

“Sorry, just spacing out.”

“Your friend told me you do that and to watch out for you.”

“Oh she did,” I laugh embarrassed a bit.

“Jesse, who’s your favorite artist?” He asks.

“Umm… if I had to pick, the band Coldplay, and then Ed Sheeran. What about you?” I ask.

“Me? I don’t really have a favorite because I don’t really listen to music.” he says with a straight face.

 “Liar, really?” I say baffled.

“Yup,” he confirms.

“Wow then why did you ask me,” I say laughing.

“You never know what if I want to buy you a CD?” he says joining my laugher

Our laughter dies down and then he brushes his cold hand against my warm one, the heat and cold entwining in an affectionate way to attain a balance between the two temperatures. His eyes become soft and we stand facing each other looking into each others eyes soulfully, not wanting to look away. Is he gonna do it, do I want him to do it, should I not want him to, is it wrong if I want him to do it, it’s only the first date?

But before I can fully decide, Mekhi tilts my face up and slowly, tenderly but confidently presses his bubblegum pink, sweet to the touch lips onto mine. My heart is in ecstasy, in overdrive, I can no longer think strait enough to decipher if this is wrong or right, there is no longer any right from wrong in this time stopping moment. The slow French kiss actions felt too fast for me but still enticed me, making me not care. I feel as if I knew him for forever, like we are connected from body to soul linked to this by lips. I am unable to take breaths in this deep kiss, my knees feeling weak as our tongues become partners, he lets up breathing hardly,

“You alright?”

Out of breath I just nod.

“Come I wanna show you something,” he says holding out his hand. I take it and he leads me to his car.

“Where are we going?”

“I guess you’ll have to find out when we get there.”