2 weeks have passed and after that talk with my mom I felt like a whole new person. It turned out I didn't need a tutor, once I broke up with Ashley my mom and I realized she was distracting me from paying attention in class. Football Isn't my main priority right now. I need to get to know Blair Waters. In the 2 weeks that passed Blair kept on that same red lipstick and each day I found myself thinking about her more and more, but for some reason she won't even look at me, it's like something changed. When I go to my locker I sometimes find myself waiting for her to get something stuck in the top of her locker so I have an excuse to go over there. Although we only ever exchanged a few words...I missed her. The next day in history class she looked depressed and pale and for the first time I felt sympathy for someone.how do I get her to talk to me when she won't even look at me. I called my mom and told her everything and she somehow knew exactly what to say "son, invite her over and if she's not ready for something like that then you need to be there for her for when she is." When class ended I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and walked up to Blair. "Blair I...um" I froze and then I remembered my talk with my mom when she said my father would be proud. "Blair I don't really have any friends right now and I could really use one" I think I saw a faint smile as she stared at the ground so I bent down and positioned my head so we made eye contact and then she smiled bigger. "You should come over whenever you're bored or need anything." I took the pen out of her hand and took her wrist and wrote down my address on it. It seemed romantic in my head but I wasn't so sure after. After school I waited for a knock on the door until I fell asleep and the day after I skipped football practise to wait for knock on the door again, I stayed up watching football on the couch and as I was about to lose hope I heard a quiet knock on the door. I opened the door and saw Blair quickly walking away I yelled for her to come back but she just kept walking and I wasn't about to miss this opportunity so I ran after her. Once I finally caught up to her I realized she was crying, normally I didn't know what to do in situations like this but I did know it hurt me to see her hurting. Blair tried to cover her face with her hands. I wrapped my arms around her head and hugged into my chest, that is what my dad use to do to my mom when she was upset. A few minutes went by in silence and she started to calm down. I held her hand and we walked back to the house. Once we got inside Blair sat on the living room floor with her legs bent and buried her face into her knees. I went to the kitchen and got her a glass of water and a tissue, I handed them to her and then sat next to her on the floor. Blair might not want to talk but she need to listen, it's now or never. "A year ago I lost my dad to cancer and my mom went through hell because of it, she tried her best to keep me from figuring out that it broke her but one day all of her built up emotions and anger just came flooding out out of her." She looked up at me. "something is weighing you down and eventually you will sink if you don't talk to someone." Finally she started talking "Josh, everyday of my life I have wondered what it would be like to look in the mirror and actually like what I see." Blair began to cry again and then she continued..."I started wearing the lipstick a few years ago, it's the greatest feeling to be the first person someone looks at when they walk into a room, without this lipstick I am invisible" I covered my hand with my sleeve and placed my sleeve over her lips and slowly wiped off her red lips uncovering these even more beautiful and natural rosy pink lips. I could tell she was uncomfortable, keeping my hand brushed up against her face I drew my attention back to her eyes "Blair Waters this morning your face was the first thing I wanted to see and I know tomorrow morning it will still be the first thing I want to see. At this point I couldn't even think straight, I leaned towards her until I was only inches from her face and could feel the warmth of her deep breaths from crying so hard, I then brushed my lips against hers and she placed her warm hands on my cheeks, pulled me closer and instantly my lips melted into hers.
Finally...we give each other something nobody else can give us, happiness.
