High school never failed to remind you of the future.
But it all becomes irrelevant when the taste of his lips turn your surroundings into what holds every planet and all their moons together. The future no longer exists when the heat exchange between his hands and your face feels like the sun and you find yourself being pulled in like black hole; dangerously fast. Your heart is pounding hard and your head its spinning so you swear you see stars. The hand that held a sticky note calling you behind the bleachers before lunch is caressing his hair and you feel him bringing you closer to him. So much for a first kiss.
He pulls away and you're both out of breath, yet his fingers are intertwined with yours like the rings of Saturn. Still, somehow, you managed to say, "I'm on cloud 9."
"That's odd." he says. "I'm floating in space."
