Eight minutes came and went. David was early... with no words to say, I left my house.
Walking closer and closer to his car, I noticed a glimpse of short brown hair just like in the photo.
The window rolled down and I see his face. No blemishes or pimples to be seen. Nothing but the endless waves of blue that traveled from his eyes.
David invited me into his car saying, "hop in. I don't bite."
I clear my throat in response. "I hope not."
Entering his car, the smell of vanilla and black ice fill the air.
Still speechless, I put on my seat belt waiting for words to come from his mouth.
The seat belt clicks.
"Well, where do you want to go?" asked David. Undecidingly I say, "how does bowling or mini golf sound?"
David then replied, "I have somewhere in mind. Do you feel like going to a cafe?" I nodded my head in approval.
The car took off.
YOU ARE READING
My first boyfriend
RomanceA 18 year old, out and proud, looking for the right guy. Walking down twisting roads, this boy searches endlessly for the right one of his dreams.
