It Started in Paris

Chapter Nineteen: His Girlfriend

That extra frivolous feeling that you feel whenever you have a new boyfriend is tingling in spine.  Though, I didn't want to assume he is my boyfriend.  I've been wanting to ask him for a very long time since that kiss.  We spent the whole day lying down on the grass, looking up at the blue sky with clouds that looked like white cotton toppings.  He glanced at his watch and stood up.  He pulled me up and weaved his hands through mine as we walked to the Seine River which started to become my favorite place.  We watched the sky mix into a mixture of red, orange, blue and purple until the sun has finally taken its rest.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him turn to me.  I looked at him and studied his eyes with uncertainty.  For the first time, I saw fear through his eyes.

"Remember when I told you grandpa told me to be friends with girls and go for it when I think it works out?"

I didn't say anything.  I replied with my eyes telling him yes, I remember.

"Well, I don't see you as a friend anymore."  I felt his grip grew tighter.  "I want you to be my girlfriend."

I didn't know how to respond.  Thank God he kept talking like an idiot--in a cute way.

"I've thought a lot about you lately and it's not a normal thing to me.  I've hung out with a lot of girls but they never crossed my mind in the middle of the day or, or, or when I'm about to sleep.  I just--" he cut himself off and shook his head.  "I'm sorry.  Now, I feel like an idiot."

I smiled.  I wanted to show him that I like the way he stutters and the way he is with himself.  Despite his good looks, he's not the type of guy who aims for perfection on himself nor does he look for a perfect girl.  Instead, he chose me:  a simple girl who trips and falls at times and sometimes in need of someone who would help me up.

The night had to end eventually.  He escorted me back to our apartment and before I could enter the slightly ajar door, I turned and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and said, "Good night."

He smiled widely like he'd just had the best night of his life.

"Night," he said.  He was still holding my hand as I entered our place.  When I was closing the door tediously, our hands were slowly slipping off but before he could let go of my finger, he held it and said, "I just want you to know that this would be one of my favorite days."

I felt my cheeks as though they were pressed against hot charcoals.

After I've closed the door, I headed to our room and found Leila planked on the bed with her feet up in front of my laptop.  Leila turned and her expression brightened.

"Hey!" she greeted.  "So, tell me," she said as she shifted into a sitting position.  "How did your day go?"

"It was amazing," I said dreamily.

"Well, come on!  Tell me!" she said eagerly.

I told her that I'll go and shower first.  She readily agreed and sent the report before closing the laptop and waiting for me to tell her about my day.  We ordered pizza as I talked about how everything happened that day until we finally finished the box and reluctantly fell asleep.