The Sun Shines Brightest in June (Completed) gxg

Year Two Saturday, June 7, 2003

Things hadn't changed much for me over the time that we had been apart, but things had changed for Klara. She was thirteen now, and according to her mother, thirteen was apparently an appropriate age to start dating. The first thing we did when we got back to the summerhouse the next year was run up to our room and discuss Jake, who had officially been declared her boyfriend.

I got to hear all of the details of their relationship, whether I wanted to or not. It was okay though, because they hadn't gone too far yet. They kissed, held hands, went on informal dates at her mother's house, and sometimes went out with friends, but that was about it. Although one time Jake apparently tried to get underneath her shirt. Klara wasn't okay with that.

"He hasn't tried again since then," she told me.

I couldn't help but let out a short laugh.

"That's probably because you slapped him," I said.

She shrugged, a sly smile on her lips.

"He deserved it."

"So," I began. "What was it like... you know... kissing him?"

I had to ask. Klara sighed.

"I guess it was alright."

I raised an eyebrow.

"You guess it was alright?"

I was a little disappointed. I had expected juicy details. I expected her to be gushing on and on about how great it was and how good it felt to finally get her first kiss. How could she say that it was only alright?

She nodded.

"I didn't feel sparks fly or anything like that, like how it happens in books or movies. I didn't feel anything really. I mean, he's a good kisser. I like kissing him. I just... don't see why everyone seems to depict first kisses as being these amazing, magical experiences."

Sure, first she was disappointing me with lack of detail, and now she was killing my dream of what a first kiss was supposed to be like.

"Maybe he just isn't the right boy," I argued, still believing that it was possible to feel the magic if you just found the right person. "There's still hope."

"I guess. Although, I have to admit... he may just be a keeper for sticking around even after I slapped him."

We both broke out laughing.

From there on we caught up on other things, like school, family, friends, everything that happened in the time we had been apart. We must have spent the good part of the day talking, because it was already time for dinner when we finally brought our conversation to an end.

My mother called us downstairs and we got up off of our beds. As we walked out of our bedroom door the smell of crispy, fried chicken made its way upstairs. We followed the scent all the way down stairs, where we finally joined the rest of our families. It was now officially the start of our second summer together, and everyone couldn't have been more excited.