Lost

Chapter Six - The First Kiss

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Christopher's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When I was discharged from the hospital, I was told I would be out of school for three weeks.  I was kind of excited, but I was going to miss seeing Clara.  When I arrived home, my sisters were outside feeding the dogs and Alex was at the park with some girl named Claire.  As usual Kolbi was upstairs listening to music, I think it was Falling in Reverse.  He's now nineteen and refuses to go to college.  Josh was now eighteen and had just graduated high school with a football scholarship.  My mom and dad were in the kitchen cooking burgers and were talking about some kid that went missing last night, probably dead.  I gulped and remembered my dream last night.

It was a cold, August night and I saw a little boy run across the road and into the woods.  I tried to refrain myself from trying to protect him, but my instincts got the better of me.  Or should I say demon?  Either way I couldn't stop chasing the little boy deeper and deeper into the forest.  Then all of a sudden I couldn't see him anymore, then there was that god-awful scream that I couldn't bare to hear.  I looked on the ground at my feet and there was the little boy laying dead in a puddle of blood.  I started to cry, but when I heard the demon speaking, I ran my eyes being blurred from the tears.  I ran down the dirt road back into the house and that was when the dream ended.

I quietly walked out of the house and made my way to the red Ford Mustang GT.  I climbed in and drove to Clara's house.  I was ecstatic to know that she was home.  I stared at her, her strwaberry-blonde hair flying in the wind, her big, blue eyes glinting with happiness, her millions of freckles poured across her face, and her sweatshirt hanging down to her knees.  She was just beautiful.  "Christopher? What are you doing here?" She asked with a genuine concern in her voice.  "I just wanted to make sure you were ok, I had a horrible dream last night,"  my voice trailed off into the distance.  She drug me inside and sat me on the couch.  I stared at her for a while, then I leaned in closer.  I didn't know what I was doing.  It just seemed like the perfect moment, being cuddled up together on a couch by the fireplace.  Right then and there I kissed her, our first actual kiss.  I know that we have been dating for seven years, but we had never kissed before.  I kept kissing her to the point where she wrapped her arms around my neck and I started to fall backwards.  She stopped to take a breath then started again as if she had been wanting this for the longest.  I stopped and sat up.  "I have been wanting to kiss you forever but we should definitely wait until marriage to give ourselves to each other," I said in the calmest voice possible.  She nodded in response and starting kissing me again.  I didn't object I just sat there.  A few minutes later, we stopped and went to the kitchen.  We made some hot choclate and some cookies.  We went back into the living room and drank our hot cocoa and ate our cookies.  She cringed and laughed.  It then hit me, I hadn't taken a shower in a week, and I smelled horrible.  "Where's your shower?" I asked.  "Up the stairs, first door to your left."  I nodded and jumped up the stairs, two stairs at a time.  I turned on the water and let it just pour on myself.  I cleaned myself pretty good and then when I climbed out of the shower there was a towel, underwear, some pants, and a note.  I dried my hair and got dressed.  I picked up the note and it read "Sorry, my dad didn't have any clean shirts."  I laughed and ran down the stairs, clothes and note in hand.  I hung my clothes up by the fireplace and then threw the note away.  I jumped back onto the couch.  As soon as I got comfortable Clara leaned on me putting her head on my chest.  "What do you want to do tomorrow?" I asked, tomorrow was our seventh year anniversary adnd I wanted it to be special.  She replied, "I don't know, just as long as I am with you."  This made me smile and I sat up.  I kissed her again and again and again.  When my clothes were dry, I stopped.  I held her in my arms and whispered, "This has been long overdue." She looked up and smiled at me.  I have the most perfect life ever.