Careless Love

The pebbermint taste

”He kissed me. He actually kissed me and I kissed him back. It was so amazing, like, I could just kiss him every second of the year,” I explained to my cousin Lilly. Though she was too young to have a boyfriend, I thought it was okay for me to talk to her about the kiss. The kiss had been extraordinary and I wished Drew had talked to me since the kiss but he had not send me a message, called me or even send me a letter. Nothing, nothing at all and I hated it so much.

”Oh my God! That was your first kiss, right? Is he a good kisser?” she asked me instantly. I smiled as I jumped down on my bed with the phone by my ear. ”Oh yes, it was my first kiss and yes, he is a good kisser. He tasted of peppermint! Awesome, right?” I giggled because of the thought of his pebbermint taste.

”Lucky you. Are you together now?” she asked me. No was the right answer but I wished I could just say ”it's complicated”. I'd rather want to have a complicated relationship with him than a relationship with him where the only answer is no, no and no again. 

”No ...” I mumbled. I sounded so sad when I answered her question, but it was not like my heart was breaking or anything. My wish was to not be in a relationship with him, though he still was on extraordinary kisser. If he was my boyfriend, I would just kiss him all day long, really. 

”You should call him,” Lilly suggested. Me, call him? The boy was supposed to call the girl. That was at least what I thought. Girls were always freaking out that boys were not answering their messages and they never called them though they promised to call them. ”But I don't want to,” I said.

”Do it. Now!” she said and hung up immediatly. I loved her so much. She could always make me do things, even if I did not want to do them. She had a good and big influence on me and I hoped I had a good and big influence on her. As he hung up, I scrolled down my contacts and found his number. I instantly felt a cloud above my head that had the color of nervousity.

I was waiting and waiting for him to answer the phone. Maybe he got nervous when he saw my name. That was what I hoped was happening. It took him quite a while to answer the call, but when he finally did answer, I was unable to breathe normal.

”H-hi. I-it's Jess,” I said into the phone. I was actually stammering again; how terrible. I kept embarrasing myself day after day. ”Hi Jess,” he replied. I could almost hear the smile in his voice and I could right away feel the butterflies in my stomachs after he said my name. The way he said my name was just so fantastic.

”I hope I didn't call you too fast,” I said and slightly grinned. He grinned too. ”You can call me anytime,” he said with his sweet voice. ”Everyone can call me if they want to since I have no friends that are calling me.” Okay, at first it was sweet and romantic and then it just turned out to be annoying.

”I ... I was thinking about you so I decided to call you ...” I admitted. I was actually a pretty strong girl. Stay strong, right?

”I was thinking about you too right before you called.” Oh my God. Oh my actually living God. He was thinking about me? He thought about me in his free time? Oh God. I was so close to just hang up and cry happy tears.

”Aw,” I kind of fangirled. ”So ... Have you told anyone about ... you know?” I asked him curiously. I had only told my cousin about it and my parents already had figured it out without me having to tell them.

”No. As I said; I don't have any friends. The people I am familliar with would just mock me and my parents would laugh at me if I told them. They wouldn't believe me neither,” he answered. His parents would just laugh at him? What a terrible and sad story, really. ”What about you?” he asked.

”I told my cousin and my parents quickly figured it out,” I answered and smiled an enormous smile. I wish I was talking to him in real life and not just over the phone. ”How did they figure it out?” he asked. Oh no, what was I supposed to tell him? I could not just tell him that I was freaking out over the kiss and so my parents kinda figured it out themselfes.

”My mom recoignized herself in me when I got inside. Then she told my dad, so...” I said. I was lying. Hopefully he believed me and I kind of thought he did. ”I love that this conversation is not awkward at all,” he admitted.

”Aw, yeah! You're so right. It's not awkward at all. Anyway, I was thinking ... Will there be a second date?” I was hoping he would say yes but I was afraid I sounded like an idiot when I asked him the question.

”Are you asking me out?” No! Not at all! The girl is never supposed to ask the boy out!

”No,” I quietly laughed. ”Then it would be a honor to ask you out. Do you, the mighty Jess, want to go on a second date with me?” he asked romantically. Oh my fucking God. Jesus fucking holy shit Christ.

”Y-yes!” I answered with a big smile on my face.

”I hope that answered your question. Friday at seven?” he said. ”It's a deal,” I said. ”And by the way - I won't ask for you permission for me to kiss you again. From now on I'll just kiss you everytime I can and want to,” he told me.