Craig kept kissing my lips, to the point of picking me up by my knees and swinging me around. His lips were as soft as his skin! We fell, without breaking the kiss. We stopped, where we were under the tree, where it was still pouring rain. Craig stared down at me, biting his lip. I kept staring in his eyes again. The rain kept pouring down from his head, and his shirt was unbuttoning from the pressure of the wind, to the point of me seeing his chest. He put his forehead onto mine and pecked my lips, multiple times. I kissed him once more on his lips, and then he got off, sitting down against the tree. I got up, fixing my hair and placing it to the side and sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his back. I pecked one more kiss on his lips and lied my head down right on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, embracing me. When he sung “Never let you goooooo…” the words went right through my head over and over again. I didn’t want to let go of him. Never. I laid my head back, forgetting about the rain, and right into his arms.
“I’ve never…experienced the most…passionate kiss like this one. Ever…Not even with Nae.” he said. “This is my first ever kiss.” I replied. His eyebrows went up. I giggled. “Is that a problem Craig?” I joked. He shook his head. “I’m happy I’m your first kiss…when I first saw you, I knew someday we’d be as close as we are now.” He said, lying his head on mine. He kissed me one more time then looked at me. “How about I get you home before your parents get worried?” he asked. I nodded and then we both got up and raced through the soaking wet, cold rain.
The car ride was silent and awkward. We were about 2 minutes away from my house. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling the coldness. “You cold?” Craig asked. I nodded. At the stop light, he reached into the back seat and gave me his jacket. I wrapped myself in the jacket and lied my head down on the window. I took my phone out of my bag. I got a text message from Mom. “Everything okay?” she texted. She made this message just at the right time when we got in the car. “Yup!” I replied. I opened my Facebook app and scrolled down the newsfeed. I saw a very familiar picture that was in sight. I looked puzzled. It was a collage of Craig and I. One of the pictures was from the party (when he and I were dancing), one picture was from Popeye’s. One was from the movie theater, and one picture of him and me kissing in the rain under the tree. It got over 40 likes. I got nervous. We’re not even in a relationship! I looked through the comments. A lot of them were positive, THANK GOD! But then of course, there’s Shanayah, ruining the streak. “I feel so bad for Craig, although we’re not together, he’s kissing some homeless chick from the streets. SMH!” I felt a tightening in my throat, knowing I was going to cry. I’m not homeless, but the fact she had to bring up that I was ‘from the streets’ made it worst for me. And saying she felt ‘bad’ for Craig was even WORST! I kept wondering who took these pictures. The person who posted said. “I don’t own these pics, but they’re a hot couple…” I opened up the picture. I looked closely. It said, “YN & Craig” as a watermark across the collage. I put my hand over my mouth. Now I’m wicked nervous. I’ve never had a boyfriend. I don’t know anything about having a boyfriend. “Uh…Craig?” I asked. “Yeah boo?” he said. “It seems like we have a stalker…” I said. I saw his eyes widen. “W-w-what do you mean…’stalker’?!” he asked. At the stop light, I showed him a picture. He got an angry look on his face. I felt terrified that someone would do this…
We pulled up to my house. I was tired and wanted to go take a nap. Craig turned his car off and escorted me to the front door, just like last night. “I’ll…see you Monday? At school?” he asked, holding my waist. I smiled and nodded, wrapping my arms around my neck. He kissed me right on my lips. “BUSTED!” I heard Dad say as he opened the door…
I quickly took my lips off of Craig and looked at Dad…”Uh…hi…dad…” I said. “Mmhmm…this is Craig? Is this your ‘friend’?” he asked. I let go of Craig and nodded. Craig reached his hand out to Drake. “How’re you doing, sir?” he said, politely and enthusiastically. “I’m good son.” Dad said, dapping Craig’s hand. Great, as long as they can…get along, then this will work out fine.
