Kiss It All Better

*~K I A B~*

Sitting in my poor excuse of a bed, that is just wonderfully cased in a rusty metal frame, I prop my elbows on my knees and put my head in my hands. Memories of her laughter and smile rush into my head, making my lips quirk up into a small smile.

Only she could do this to me.

I met her in senior year. well, not met, really. I used to see her name posted around the school hallways, congratulating her because of her latest math triathlon win. I would always scoff and think of her as a nerd with no social life.

I didn't know how great her impact would be on my life just then.

I met her thanks to the power of our Science teacher, Miss Marie. She told me that in order to graduate, I had to have a tutor. Due to my goal of graduating and moving the hell out of my parents' house, I agreed.

Of course, I didn't know she would be my tutor. Typical, I know. But what can I say? I was considered the bad boy around the school then. You don't expect me to ask questions or anything, do you?

When we formally met for the first time, my mind had been blown. The more time I spent with her, the more I got fascinated and curious about her. This led me to a small.. crush. Naturally, in my bad boy state, I thought it would be a passing feeling of infatuation.

Of course, I was proven wrong.

Whenever I heard she was feeling sad, I would always rush to her and try to cheer her up. I would notice how her big brown eyes would twinkle whenever she got an idea. I would notice whether or not her smile would always reach her eyes. I would notice that her laugh sounded like an angel, no matter how cheesy that sounds. I would notice that when I don't get to see her, my day would feel incomplete.

Days and months passed by in a blur, and I seemed to slowly fall in love with her. Bad news was that she was already taken. My heart broke when I found out. I didn't let it show, of course.

After another couple of months, they broke up and I wanted to take her out to the fair to stop her from crying, to cheer her up. She found out her poor excuse of a boyfriend was cheating on her. I gave him a broken nose two days later.

I almost spent every dollar, penny and cent I had in my wallet, but I didn't care. All that mattered was that she was happy and had a big grin on her face.

At the end of the night, we kissed. It wasn't a French kiss, or a huge make out session.. It was a sweet, innocent kiss from a sweet, innocent girl.

I told her I loved her that night, and she told me she loved me too, although she felt like she was rushing into a relationship just when she got out of one.

So I waited.

Months went by and she finally agreed to be mine during our annual Winter Dance. I grinned like the cheshire cat the whole week because of that, and promised myself to treat her like the queen she was.

Before I met her, I thought that nobody would ever love me; that I was broken and would die alone because I would never be good enough for anyone. My depression probably planted this in my head. But when I did, I didn't think I'd live if I didn't see her each day. I became.. happier.

When it was our five month anniversary, I decided to take her out to her favorite store just a few miles away from her house.

However, I just didn't know I would lose her right there and then.

She was wearing the black and white polka dotted knee length dress I bought for her last week and the brown flats her mom gave her for her birthday.