Dear Diary,

Entry #1

7:46 p.m. 7/10/03

We were slowly waltzing down the street one chilly, winter day. Lately, the weather has been a out of whack, and it seems as Mother Nature has gotten karma for our "monthly gift", yet it seemed to have backfired on us this time. She always seems to get her way, doesn't she? I had left my jacket at home, so Andy gave me his. His jacket was red on the outside, and red on the inside; it was a Green Day jacket. I believe it was a windbreaker, not an actual jacket, but it kept me warm, so I didn't mind. We were slowly walking side by side together through the back roads a while down the road from my grandparent's house. I looked around, admiring my surroundings. I saw some bare trees, some evergreens, some lively and dead leaves. The sky was a mixture of colors, from blue, to orange, to pink, to even purple. The sun was starting to set. I could feel the breeze hit the back of my neck, and I shivered as the goosebumps filled my empty skin. The clouds seemed to be painted perfectly in the sky, making abstract figures. I decided to look over at Andy, who was only about a centimeter taller than me because of the shoes he was wearing. He looked back at me, and shot me a smile. I gave him one in return, and we put our focus back on walking. We were nonchalantly holding hands, and they felt perfectly intertwined. I put my hood up to prevent my hair from whirling in the wind, like a hair tornado. The wind blew the hood right off my head, so I just gave up. "You're hair looks... Nice." He laughed, looking at me. I rolled my eyes at his remark, "Shut up, you mop." I replied, flipping his hair with my other hand that wasn't preoccupied with his. "You aren't so feather duster yourself." He snapped, jokingly, rubbing the crown of my head. I ducked away from his hands, while we both laughed. Andy stopped and pulled on his coat that I was wearing and pulled me back. I widened my eyes, basically asking, "Yes?" with my eyes. He pulled me closer by my sleeves, and stared into my eyes for a moment. It was a moment of silence, of a moment of passion, though nothing was happening. Suddenly, he pulled my face close to his, so our lips could meet. I felt the passion that was holding in our eyes spill through his lips. I could feel my breath slowly being taken away. I felt submissive, but we were in the middle of the road, and I didn't plan on falling to the ground due to weak knees. I could feel the both of us lean in with every kiss, and I felt him smile in the middle of the kiss. Finally, he went to pull back, but my lips chased after his, following him back. His lips were soft, yet moist. I could feel him place his hands on my hips, as they were on the back of my head previously. Before any tongue could get involved, we both pulled back at the same time. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me, and smiling. "You're so... Beautiful." He whispered. I felt my cheeks get warm, and hot, and turn red. He pulled me by my sleeves into an embrace. I rested my head in the crease of his neck, while he planted a peck on my forehead. "I love you." I heard him whisper into my ear. "I love you too." I replied, smiling. "Get on down the street, you punks!" An elderly man screamed from his torn screen porch. We jumped out of each others arms, and glanced at each other before taking off down the road away from the man. While we were running, I looked up: A darkened sky awaiting to be filled with stars, and a full moon. I could barely see the moon through the trees towering over the road under our feet. We were running like maniacs down a back road, laughing and smiling together.

I was finally happy.