Jordan and I [The Ready Set]

I look into Jordan's eyes. They are such a beautiful brown, mesmerizing. He smiles and bites his lip. My eyes wander and my hands find his hair. I giggle and ruffle it around, he laughs and pulls me closer. I can feel his breath against my mouth, and I'm not sure what to do. He's so close, I never thought this would happen. I've liked Jordan for over a year now, shyly watching him from above my book and ducking away when he looked back. I remember crying when he went out with the school slut, then she broke his heart for the quarterback. Seeing him heartbroken made me heartbroken. From then on, he hid away from everyone, shooting me glances and silly faces. Me and Jordan soon became good friends, best friends you may say. And we were the best of friends, wasting packages of Polaroids to take silly pictures. Every time i saw him, my love for him grew and grew. Chessy, right? Oh well, it's true. And now, having him so close to me, I was shocked, breathless. His eyes found mine, and he whispered to me: you don't know how long I've wanted to do this for. His lips came closer to mine, and soon found them. His lips were pressed against mine, and I couldn't believe it. It was just like a first kiss should be, absolutely magical. His lips were so soft, his breath minty. He was prepared for this. I loved Jordan for so long, and now he finally felt the same way. My emotions were all over the place, i didn't know weather to cry or laugh. I began to giggle and he did too. We fell to the ground in a heap of laughter. I looked at him, the sun shining on his tanned face. Can we do that again? I said, giggling. He winked at me and said for sure sugar. I laughed as his lips were once again pressed up against mine, his hand interlocked with mine. I heard a beeping off in the distance, it kept getting louder and louder. I woke in my bed, groaned and turned my alarm off.