Blake and Aimee

Chapter 30: Blake

Wow. That was something. God my head is spinning.

"Are you alright Blake? You seem a bit puffed." You can say that again.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good."

Words can't explain how good I feel actually. It was sudden, she just leapt into my arms and started kissing me. I didn't want it to end, I could have stayed there, our hands and arms intertwined for years if I had the chance.

It's funny, if my friends from Ireland were here now they'd say I was crazy. And back then I would have agreed with them. But this was different. Not like that time playing spin the bottle when I had to make out with Katelin Fosser. She was gorgeous, but when I had to kiss her I discovered that she was really... sloppy. Like she was trying to eat the lower half of my face, I had to brush my teeth twice that night. And then that other time when I got locked in the cupboard with Stacy Smith. We were making out a bit when she flashed me her tits. At of course that happened just as the two minutes were up and someone opened the cupboard. Everyone at school was talking about it for weeks. That was the night of Mark's birthday party, Sam and Ian were there too. I miss them, we had a ball whenever we were together. Probably because Ian or Mark always bought alcohol. Not Sam though, he was a year younger than us and completely naïve. You should have seen his face when we drove past a bikini carwash. He looked traumatised. I think Aimee would have liked them. I could just see her goofing around with Mark and Sam, and probably having witty arguments with Ian.

It's weird now though. I miss Ireland. Our home by the sea, the friendly neighbours, my old school. Yet somehow this place, this gloomy smoky wasteland, alright maybe I'm exaggerating a little, is... home. She's home. I can't stop thinking of how nervous she looked, seeming so small. But when she kissed me she took my breath away, both literally and figuratively. I just don't understand why she likes me though. I mean... I'm, well, me. Bald and gangly and sick. Meanwhile I think she may very well be the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I don't understand it but I'm not going to bothering asking. Because whatever it is, whatever she sees in me, I hope she stays with me forever.