Kissing Lily

Kissing Lily (Finally)

            After we ate my delicious chocolate cake with chocolate fudge icing, my friends started leaving. Amy and Joelle were the first to leave, almost as if they couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Trent and Jason left together a minutes after them, leaving Mark, Adam, Lily, and myself.

            Mom started cleaning up the cake mess, Lily decided to sleepover and went home to grab a few things, and I walked the boys out. Mark gave me a hug and wished me a happy birthday before driving off in his mom’s car, and that just left Adam and me.

            We walked over to his motorcycle, and he started messing with his helmet like he was getting ready to put it on. It felt a kind of awkward, not talking about what happened during the seven minutes that had for sure been Heaven to me.

            “Thank you, Adam, I’m really glad you came,” I broke the silence.

            “I wouldn’t have missed it Bree, I’ve been to every birthday party you’ve invited me to,” he stared at me with his amazing dark eyes.

            He reached out and pulled on a strand of my hair, and I couldn’t help but smile. His hand being so close to me gave me butterflies once again.

            Before I realized what I was doing, I stepped towards him and planted one on him. Not a quick, thank you for coming polite peck, but an intense take your breath away Earth-shattering kiss. Still holding on to his helmet with one hand, he wrapped the other around me and held me tight.

            All those years of sitting beside him on the bus, and I never knew what amazing secrets his lips were hiding. No wonder he was popular with all the girls outside our school district, as once he kissed a girl from another school she was bound to tell all of her friends that Adam Bryson was the best kisser in the state. He was way better than his older brother too, and he was a great kisser.

            I broke our kiss and stepped back for good measure. My yard was spinning a little, probably all the hormones rushing around.

            “Bye Adam,” I turned and practically floated back to my house.

            I remember my mother asking me how it was, and I’m sure I mumbled a reply, but I can’t quite put my finger on what it was that I said. I emptied snack bowls and helped erase all traces of my 18th birthday party, and then made my way up to my bed where I collapsed from pure joy.

            I was on my bed, the same bed that Adam and I had made out on a few hours earlier, when Lily returned. She had changed into black Hello Kitty pj pants and a black tank, and pulled her red curls up in a ponytail.

            I scooted over against the wall and she laid down beside me, our shoulders and arms touching.

            “Now that was a great party,” Lily said, “Are your birthdays always like that?”

            I thought a moment, “Nope, usually my birthdays are pretty lame. Last year we sat around putting on fake tattoos and playing Wii.”

            Lily laughed, “Nice!”

            We laid in silence for a moment. I kept thinking about everything that had happened at my party, especially the kiss at the end.

            “I was really jealous tonight,” Lily rolled over on her side, facing me.

            “When?” I racked my brain.