"Okay, so I'll buy, and then can you pick up the check? And we can go at 4:45?" I asked Brian as we were walking to English.
"Yeah, slight issue with that, hon."
"Did something come up, or...?" I trail off. Tomorrow was supposed to be Brian and I's first date, and I was actually looking forward to it.
"No, it's just that we're going at 5:15 instead. I already bought our tickets." That was the sweetest thing ever! "Does that work out?"
"Definitely. I can't wait! Thank you," I told him.
"Anytime, sweetie." We walked into the room and took our usual seats at the back of the classroom. Mr. McCarthey started in on another lecture. I opened my laptop and took some notes, but I kept looking over at Brian during the lecture. At the end of class I had barely a paragraph's worth of notes, and I knew I'd be slightly screwed over if he assigned any homework. We were nearing the end of our projects, and he began assigning small homework assignments to make up for our "extra time".
In reality, Brian and I did have a lot of extra time, but we spent it at each other's houses. I was willing to go over every once in a while to help keep the peace at his place. He didn't deserve violence.
In the meantime, Sheila was already at one month, which I know isn't much, but it's a sign that time is passing. She and Dad still had no idea what gender the baby was, or what they were going to name it. I happen to know Dad is hoping for a son, someone to play catch and try out for football, but if I told Sheila, Daddy would gut me like a fish.
After class, Brian took my hand and walked me to my car. It was incredibly sweet. "Hey, can you come over today?" I asked him. I just wanted to talk to him about stuff. We've been getting to know each other more and more, and to think it started with Mr. McCarthey assigning a project for once! I followed Brian home and then drove over to my house, him riding shotgun.
An hour later we sat on the living room floor, laughing so hard. He kept making fish puns, they were so "crayative"! It was so funny. I had some pretty good puns myself, and I loved making him laugh. After a while we got back to talking. "So truth or dare?" I asked.
"Truth," Brian says.
"Have you ever been kissed or kissed anyone before?"
"Uh... Yeah."
"Who?"
"You," he said. Then he leaned in and quickly touched his lips to mine. He pulled away after a few seconds and watched my reaction. I didn't even know how my face should look. I was surprised, awed, amazed... I realized I was staring and blushed, quickly averting my gaze. Brian took my chin and forced me to look him in the eye. "What's wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing, it's just..." I trailed off, not knowing how that sentence was supposed to end.
"Just what?" His voice was gentle, and when I looked at him, his eyes were so full of emotions I couldn't begin to decipher. I felt a tear slip out of my eye and before I could reach it, he wiped it away. He moved so that he was sitting next to me, our backs against the couch, and held me in his arms.
"I'm sorry, that's not like me. I never cry. That was... Sorry," I told him, looking away again.
"What do you have to be sorry for?" I looked up. "Crying was never a crime. Plus I got to hug you for over a minute without you freaking out." That was one thing that practically nobody ever noticed about me. I don't like being touched. Sure, I hug my dad, but that's becuase he pretty much saved my life. Other people... It just scares me. The last time my mother touched me, she almost killed me. I laughed and said, "So are we going to finish our game or what?" Brian laughed.
"Sure. Truth or Dare?"
"Dare!"
"I dare you to... Run into the street and sream, 'Someone shoot me!' And run back inside."
"Done." I stood up and ran out the front door. Once I had slammed the door, I sprinted into the middle of the drive and yelled, "SOMEONE SHOOT ME!" The I sprinted inside again and closed the door. I leaned against the door, breathing hard. Brian came up to the door, laughing.
"That was precious! I almost died laughing!"
"Oh, shut up." I smacked his arm playfully. "Truth or Dare?"
