“Al, wake up,” I hear a familiar voice say. It’s Cameron.
I’m not at prom anymore. I fell asleep. How did I get here? I think I’m in the front seat of a car. All I remember was our first dance. Maybe he carried me. Eh, I’m sleepy. I don’t wanna think about that stuff right now. I wanna sleep.
“Al, come on now, honey. Wake up,” he says again. No, I’m gonna sleep. I swear I’m tired. My whole body feels like Jell-O. I feel so weak. Crap.
“Wake up Al.” This time, he’s poking me. Ugh, this guy.
“No,” I whine. “I’m really tired.”
“Alrighty then.” Then next thing I know it, I’m being carried, bridal-style.
“Wah! Dude! Put me down!” I start screaming like a frantic little girl. He still doesn’t put me down.
He didn’t put me down until we reached the front door of my house.
“Never do that again, John. Okay?” I say as I point my finger at him.
“No,” he says with a smirk on his face.
He grabs my hand and puts it down to my side and he looks at me in the eyes and says, “Good night.”
I just keep on looking at him. He looks so beautiful. Crap. This guy is so beautiful. But, then, eventually, I say to him, “Good night.”
“See you tomorrow, okay?”
“Of course. Sure. Sure.”
Then he goes to where his car is. I put my hand on the door knob, and, suddenly, I thought, No, wait, we had a moment just then. I’m not about to kill it. We were just about to kiss. I’m not letting him go without that kiss. It’s time to man-up! Or at least girl-up.
I turn around and see Cameron, who was just about to sit on the driver’s seat of his car. I take my hand off the knob and say, “John! Wait!” Now, he’s on his way back here. I walk my way to the front lawn until I meet him again.
“Hey, what’s up?” he says with a grin.
“The beautiful sky,” I say, half-whispering.
He chuckles lightly and says, “You never did change. You’re still the same old Al. You still have the same answers to the same questions and you’re still beautiful from the inside-out.”
I can feel my heart pounding heavily and the blood rush to my cheeks. I can feel that twitter-pated feeling again. I try to stop blushing, but I think I can’t, so I just go on and tell him, “Anyway, I really need to do something. This will take just a minute, okay?” He smiles at me again. Oh, God. His smiles are perfect. Crap. He’s perfect.
“Okay, continue on. Just do whatever you…,” I cut him off by kissing him. I am kissing him right now. He’s kissing me back. I can feel the fireworks, the sparks. It’s everything I’ve dreamed it would be. His lips taste like chocolate. Sweet, sweet chocolate. It just feels so magical.
I break our kiss ‘cause I can barely breathe anymore. I catch my breath and say, “Good night. See you tomorrow.” Then I vanish into my house.
I feel so love-struck. Crap. My heart must be beating so loud.
Oh, right, my list.
1. Break a heart. (done)
2. Cry. (done)
3. Go on a picnic. (done)
4. Go to prom.(done)
5. Get a first dance.(done)
6. Kiss a guy.(done)
7. Fall in love. (done)
Everything’s done. I could die happily right now. I could just die right here with this big, idiotic smile on my face. I could.
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Seven Days
Teen FictionCameron wipes away my tears as he says with a soft smile, “I bet the angels are singing right now.” I smirk and say, “Why?” “Because another one of God’s angels is coming back home,” he responds with that soft smile still on his face as another tear...
