Diary Of Aria Jones

Boyfriendish #3

Ok. So remember I told you that Avan was in a dance group? Well, one of those members was my next boyfriend... Ish. Antony was Avan's best friend.

You don't have to say it. I know. His best friend? No. It wasn't like that, there was an agreement. This was about 2 years after  Avan and I broke up. Avan and I were close friends during this time. Alright, let me explain. I was now 14. Practically a woman.

After the year of meeting Avan at VBS, I started attending every year. Avan saw no reason to continue coming to VBS. But that was ok. Rena, my brother (Akeem) and I still went every year.

Funny enough Antony came this year and I realized that as the days passed we became good friends. We held long conversations sometimes even more than 5 minutes. This was new to me. But I was growing and these 5 minute conversations were almost just as good as Facebook.

I remember this Thursday in particular at VBS. After VBS that day we decided we would go to Rena's house first and then return home. On our way there, I received a call from Antony saying that he wanted to come follow us to Rena's house. I was cool with that.

Soon after I saw Antony riding on his bicycle making him look so masculine and sexy to me at the time.

I examined every inch of his body. The way his muscles flexed as he steered. The way the breeze slid past his freshly shaven scalp. How the wind's drag force stretched his lips until they were practically hitting his chin.

I suddenly became aware of my self. So I screwed off my lipgloss cover and brushed the stick against my lips in smooth sweeps.

He was almost in front of me and I hurriedly placed my lip gloss back in my hand bag. I took out my hand kerchief  and attempted to wipe my forehead but just before the pink cloth brush against my skin it was snatched out of my hands by none other than Antony himself.

I examined his position. He was now standing in front of me with a smile on his lips that I once thought were "full lips" but now I realize they were just too heavy for his face and hung at an unnatural angle.

He had descended from his Ben 10 bicycle and gave it to Akeem to ride along the scheme and away from us.

My eyes traveled from his crooked smile and down to his hand where my kerchief was. I instinctively tried to grab it from him but he quickly retreated.

"No. I want it", he said. He was in that awkward stage of maturing where his voice sometimes went higher than necessary, then deciding to dip a little too deep, sometimes even ommiting a word and then back to normal as if nothing happened. So it basically sounded like:
"no I WaNT --"

"What will I get in return?", I questioned, blushing profusely.

"waNt A kISs?". The response was so quick that it took me a few seconds to register what he said. I thought he was joking however.

"Yes", I replied faintly with a smile. He was only joking anyways. If I had said no, I would be the coward in the situation I thought. So saying yes would allow me to seem as if I was brave and was a complete pro at this thing they call "kissing". It was a win win; what harm could a "yes" do?

I looked up after saying my "yes", to realize that his eyes were now closed and he was turning his hat backwards. He puckered his lips and began his journey to meet my lips. He was almost 3ft away from me. So He moved towards me with closed eyes and puckered wet lips towards me in what seemed like slow motion.

Its ok Aria, you can do this. Its just like in the movies. By now I think you realized this was my first kiss. But I was prepared. I had watched "Kim Possible" and I had a little memory on what happened between Ron and Kim. They had put their lips together. Pfft. Easier than I thought. Would I see the world different afterwards?