fem.

Strawberry Milk

We talked for hours that night. Then we talked for hours the next night, and the next night, for nearly two weeks now. I'm literally (figuratively) dying to meet him.

"I need to see you. Now. Please." I say to him over the phone one night.

"It's nearly midnight, and you don't have a car, and I don't feel like driving." He mumbles.

"I will WALK. I don't care. I'll do anything."

"But then I'd have to drive you home in the morning and I-"

"I will walk BOTH ways."

"You're funny. If you come over here tonight then you won't be physically able to walk tomorrow."

Yikes. My stomach jolted and I felt my face get hot and red. I swallowed the lump in my throat and said:

"Guess I'll just have to stay at your house a bit later then?"

"Guess so. I'll be at your house to pick you up in 15 minutes."

"I thought I had to walk?"

"I don't want to tire you out. You're going to need energy for tonight."

He hung up the phone immediately and I stared at my home screen for a few seconds, beginning to sweat. I jumped out of bed and sprinted into the shower, rinsing off, and then putting on a pair of flannel pants and a T-shirt. I grabbed a small overnight bag, threw a random outfit in, and ran out the door. I raced down the stairs and out the lobby, already out of breath when I reached the street. I checked myself; I had everything I needed. I was prepared. Physically prepared at least. Mentally, I—

Crap. He's here.

I mean, yay! He's here.

A small cloud of smoke floats out the door as he opens it, and I see him quickly push a vape into his pocket as we make eye contact... classy. His face lights up as he runs towards me. He lifts me up and hugs me and, I swear, I've never felt so loved. He puts me down and looks at me for a few seconds.

"You're a lot prettier in real life than the pixelated phone screen makes you out to be."

I shrug, but inside I'm screaming.

"Sometimes I can get myself together," I laugh, "Only for special occasions, though."

"Are you saying I'm special?"

I open my mouth to say yes but before any sound can come out his lips are against mine. I don't know what to do, I don't know how to kiss a guy versus a girl, so I just try to copy him. His lips taste like.... strawberry milk. That must just be the flavor of his vape though, right? I must have gotten a bit lost in my thoughts because I hardly notice when his lips leave mine. In fact, I nearly forget he's there until he asks me if I'm ready to go. I nod my head and jump into the backseat of his car, hugging my own chest.