Something Different - Skitscape and Fawdz

The Kiss and an Almost-Wasted Saturday

Kissing Dan.

It's... not what I expected. In a good way. It's better than what I expected. It's sweet and it sends an amazing feeling through me. I feel like... Previously, I described it as butterflies and fireworks. But this feels like so much more than those... It's as if they had a crazy hybrid child and it's shooting through me, as well as the parents, and a typhoon of pleasant emotion.

It starts at my lips, which are connected to Dan's (which are soft and warm and... wet) and spreads through my chest, a warm ache. It ignites my entire body until my senses are heightened, I feel alive. This is what it's like to have feelings for someone.

When we break apart, we grin at each other and part ways. He's just across the hall, but I don't ever want him to leave. I want this moment to last forever.

I know that sounds incredibly cheesey, but it's true.

I'm unble to contain the goofy grin that breaks across my face as I enter my apartment. I let my hair down and put on sweatpants and a t-shirt, ready for bed. But I can't go to sleep because the memories from today are still clear in my mind.

And, honestly, I want it to stay that way.

It couldn't have been more perfect, in my mind-Dan is amazing. We've only been on one date and I know that we're going to work.

Yet the doubtful thoughts strike again. I'm getting way too ahead of myself-what if it doesn't? Well, obviously, we're not going to get married. But this isn't just some fling, is it?

I can't keep ignoring this. But for now, I do.

Sleep doesn't come for a long time, but when it does, there's a smile on my face and my dreams are filled with today's events. I relive the sparks that flew between us at the movies, and the feel and subtle movement of Dan's lips on mine in the hallway.

Then next day I spend unpacking. I'm not fully settled in yet (I've been procrastinating for a while, basically living out of the boxes I packed) and there are still a few more boxes.

"A few" is an understatement.

I spend most of the day unpacking, then moving things around. I'm kind of disappointed when I look at the time at the end of the day, I was kind of hoping to see Dan again. I pretty much just wasted my Saturday.

The next day, I talk to my dad on the phone and tell him how my first week of college went. I don't tell him about Dan, though. This is my first time doing anything serious with a boy and I don't want my dad to be overprotective.

It's getting late and I almost decide to go to bed when someone knocks on the door.

I open it, the person I was hoping for standing there. "Hey," he says, leaning against the doorframe.

"Hi," I manage out, feeling that thing again in my body.

"My friend just told me about a party he's having in about an hour, do you want to come with me?"

"S-sure!" I reply excitedly, internally cursing myself for stuttering.

"Alright! See you then," he says, and I think I catch a wink from him before he leaves.

I swear to God, that wink almost made me swoon like a fangirl.

I rush to get ready, putting my hair in a braid and putting on decent clothes. I quickly do my make up and just as I'm putting it away, Dan knocks on the door again. "Ready to go?" He asks.

"Yeah," I say, grabbing my jacket.

We start driving, to where I know not. But I'm just glad to be with Dan-I really, truly like him. He's different.

That's what I wanted when I came here, right? Difference. Change.

I put my hand on the center console and feel Dan's there too. I try to pull my hand away, but he catches it and intertwines our fingers. Releasing a content sigh, I decide not to let go.

We arrive at another place near campus, and the place is alive. There's music blaring and people dancing and the scent of alcohol wafts though the air. Typical college party.

Dan lets go of my hand and we join the crowd.