Never Been Kissed

- ELEVEN -

                                                             -• ELEVEN •-

                                           BECK: I’m gonna come over later.

                                     Be prepared when I walk in and demand

                                                          peanut butter. :)

That text had come in an hour ago. And I was pacing my room, biting my nails, waiting for him to show up.

 I don’t know why my nerves were so shot, or why every five minutes I kept brushing my hair until it was all shiny, like those women in the Garnier ads. Or why I was wearing a dress and chewing mint-flavored gum. Not to mention my best body spritz. And checking my boobs in the mirror.

I walked up the room for what must have been the fortieth time, treading a worn path on the floor. What was wrong with me? Why was I like this? I was never like this. This was weird. Why was I being so weird?

The sound of the doorbell rang through the house. The noise was so familiar; it had been a part of my home for most of my life. But now, it made my heart race inside my chest, skipping a numerous amount of beats. My blood ran hot. I fussed with my hair and checked my breath and underarms before giving a smile in the mirror.

What was I thinking? That wasn’t attractive at all!

I brushed my hair again, before tossing the hair brush across the room as the door bell rang once more. My feet carried me across the corridor and over the landing, sliding down the banister on the staircase, and dodging my mother, who was hastily trying to scrub the flour off her hands to go and answer the door.

“I’ll get it!” I yelled, sliding across the hardwood to the door. I ran my hands through my hair one last time, composing myself, before I exhaled and slowly opened the door.

Beck stood there, with messy hair, his gray eyes twinkling as usual. He was wearing a plain baby blue T-shirt and plaid cut offs. He looked just like he did any other day, but for some reason, I was shocked out of my mind with admiration, so awestruck and starry eyed that I couldn’t open my mouth and greet him.

“Cat got your tongue?” he joked, touching my chin with the tip of his finger. It sparked electricity all through my body.

I gulped and offered him a wry grin. “N-n-no. Um... you wanna come in? My mom’s making pizza.”

Beck grinned. “That’s my staple food.”

I rolled my eyes and let him in, closing the door behind him. "You'll love it, it's authentic."

I was rewarded with a low chuckle.

I let out a breath of air and followed him to the kitchen.

“Mrs. Montgomery!” Beck smiled, striding into the kitchen and giving my mom a wide smile. “I heard you’re making pizza.” He winked in my direction; my heart fluttered.

Mom smiled and kneaded out the dough on the wooden board perched on the counter. “Yep. Do you want to stay for dinner Beck? I’m making enough pizza for everyone.”

“That would be awesome Mrs. Montgomery,” Beck grinned, his eyes shining with the prospect of good food. “I really don’t want to eat whatever it is my mom’s attempting to cook at home.” He joked.

Mom laughed and waved her hand, sending a plume of flour particles up into the air. “Enough with the formalities, call me Celine. And I’m sure you’re mother’s cooking can’t be that bad dear.”