First Date

Part 3

And she was a sweet girl.

They sat on the boy's bed, staring into one another's eyes. They looked to be the embodiment of the phrase, "puppy love." And the boy hadn't expected such an outcome. No, no. Not by a long shot.

He held her hand. His heart fluttered when she squeezed his hand.

It was a sight to see, one which you might expect to see in a movie, or a play.

And now, there was no doubt to be found in that sweet boy's mind. He was in love. He never actively acknowledged it, but his feelings spoke for him. Deep down, beyond conscious thought, he knew it. This was what it felt like. He'd heard stories of love. He'd heard that it was rare. It couldn't be forced. You would just know when it happened.

Well, now he knew.

It was the most wonderful thing he'd ever felt. He'd had some great days and feelings in his life, but this one took the trophy as the best. It felt as if his entire being had been lit up in a bursting flame of passion.

His heart, even his soul itself, bore itself to her. It was a beautiful thing. It was a moment which he never wanted to come to an end. The tragedy was that time passed at a different speed when such thoughts came to mind.

It sped up.

He had to be careful or it would be over before he had a chance to place himself in the moment. He wanted to experience everything with her, he wanted to love her.

The time had sped up. He could feel it, like a car that was just accelerating. The moment slipped away. Soon, she would be gone and he would be alone again. He could always see her again though, right? But would she want to? It was all a risk. Too much of a risk.

He kissed Angela.

Straight on the lips, as if he knew exactly what to do, as if he'd done it many times before. Their lips met and then the universe was gone from existence. They were in a black hole of their own making, where nothing mattered. For that one moment, it was just he and Angela. Together.

Though he never wanted it to end, it had to. He knew that, so he pulled away. Together, their eyes opened and met once more, though this time it was different. Now, she looked at him with the same love with which he looked at her.

"Sorry," he said. Why?

She obviously liked it, he thought

"Don't be sorry," she said, her voice tender. "I'm glad you did."

His cheeks burned and his stomach ached with love. It fast became his favourite day. He dared something to take her away from him. He dared someone to step between he and his love.

Then someone did.

The door opened with a creak and the boy felt fury fire up in his veins. The moment had gone. Time had sped up and now it was all over. He might never have that again! Ever!

His mother peeked through the doorway. The look on her face was one of bemusement, as if she were surprised that her son was home at all. He looked at her. He didn't blink and it stung his eyes.

He wanted to scream at her to leave. No, he couldn't. Of course not. Not with Angela in the room.

Then, his mother spoke.

"Who are you talking to, sweetie?" She asked.