Sunset Under the Waterfall

Chapter 6: Why Weekends are The Best

I got to The Falls a bit early. I changed into my swim suit. I stood at the top of The Falls.  It was about a 30 foot drop from the top to the bottom. I took a jump. On the way down, it was quick. I plunged into the cool water, shortly after swimming back up. I came up at an odd time.

  I came up behind somebody. I was about to say sorry, when he started speaking. 
"Hey Martin, I know that you're not here, but practicing this  will help me say this to your face," he muttered," I really want to go out with you. You make me feel good about myself and make me feel as if someone actually appreciates me."

   "Dylan!" I yell at him, making him jump as he turned towards me. I jumped forward at him, grabbing him in a hugging kind of way, pushing both of us into the water. When we rose up, Dylan's hair was all down, almost covering his eyes. I took my hand and brushed the hair away from his eyes. The emerald green color had been set ablaze to a light green in the light of the setting sun. I put my hand on his cheek, and pulled him closer.

For fair warning, I've never kissed someone. Back in my old school, someone tried kissing me, but yeah, I've never kissed someone. But despite all that, our lips collided, and I felt as if the whole world melted away right there and then. For a few seconds, Dylan's eyes were wide open. He looked into my eyes for a while, then closed his eyes. His soft lips frequently leaving and then returning so he could breathe. I felt hot blood rushing all over my face, but I didn't care. I forgot about everything except Dylan. That kiss right there, was probably the best thing that ever happened in my life.

Our lips parted, leaving empty space between us. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, while he responded by wrapping his arms on my lower back, really close to my butt. If there's anything I ever wanted to know, it would be how red my face was at that moment.

"I don't understand..." He mumbled as he rested his head on my neck and shoulder. "What makes you attracted to me?" And that point, I angrily kissed him. At that moment, we fell into the water. Have to say, under water kisses are really nice. We surfaced and I pulled him closer.

"I am 'attracted' to you because you're hot, kind, loving, and I just really want you to be in my life."

He started blushing a bit, which I wish I had my phone on me. Shame though, I wanted to take a picture of that. He was beautiful. I couldn't really describe it. Everything just felt like a kind of rush, a high even. It all just felt good.

He then grabbed my ass. I jumped up, managing to be taller than Dylan. He started laughing, crying from laughing, or was that just water?I turn away from him," Fine! We were having a really romantic moment, but I see that you ju-"

   He grabbed me and spun me around pushed his lips to mine, then deepening the kiss. I put my hands on his hips, and he put his hands on my back. I moved my foot and slipped on a rock. Clumsy me. I fell into the water and hit my head on another rock. My vision went black...

   I woke up in bed. A new change of clothes was on me. But something was off. This wasn't my bed, and these aren't my clothes. There were posters of Maroon 5, Avengers, and romance books lined up on the shelves. I could tell they were romance cause they were made by Nicholas Sparks, okay?

  Where was I?

   Suddenly, the door opened and a woman most likely in her 30's walked in with a tray of food. "Oh you're awake. That's good. Dylan was worried sick." As if on command, Dylan burst through the door. He jumped at me, hugging me.

  "Thank god. You scared the hell out of me!"

   "Dylan Ramone, language."

    "Sorry mom." His mom left the room and left us there to talk. Talking really wasn't the action done for the most part, it was more kissing. He threw himself at me and kissed me. When we parted, he buried his face in my chest. I could feel little puddles forming on my shirt. "You scared me. I knew you weren't dead, but... Don't ever do that again." His mom walked back in.

  "Well, Martin, I spoke with your mother, and says that you can spend the night. I hope you like pizza." She looked at Dylan oddly, then walked out. Dylan turned to me with a huge smile. Best. Saturday. Ever.