PureLove

Chapter Three: Do you wanna go to the thrift shop?

Today is the day. My date! I'm so excited! Its 11am and I just got out of the shower. I brush my teeth and wash my face before walking to my room to find some cute clothes. I pick out a multicolored floral tank top and a short black skirt. I slip on black ballet flats and French braid my hair tying the end with a thin black ribbon. I go back to the bathroom where I apply cream colored eyeshadow, black eyeliner and mascara, and some peach lip gloss.

By the time I'm finished getting ready, it already 12:58pm. I throw some stuff into my purse and go downstairs to wait. The doorbell rings and my heart starts beating wildly. I fling the door open and there he stands. I can't get over how adorable he is. Those brown eyes and his messy hair. I sigh. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to stare Raina?" he says, laughing. I blush, "Uh..." He laughs again, "I'm just messing with you Raina, you look awesome by the way," he grins at me. "Thanks!" I say." He takes a step back, "You ready to go?" I smile, "Yup" and lock the door behind us.

Let me just say this- he has an amazing convertible Mustang. And I'm not the kind of girl who just dates a guy for his car! Bu damn he has a nice car. He goes around the car and opens and closes the door for me as I get in. How sweet!

When we get to the Mexican restaurant he orders beef tacos and I order a small chicken burrito. We talk/eat for an hour before he pays for me (he doesn't know but I slipped $15 in his back pocket) and we leave.

"Do you have time to go to the thrift shop downtown?" I ask after we finish at the restaurant. "Sure" he says smiling. At the shop he bought me some dangly earrings that I love and I put them in immediately. I made him try on some fun clothes and we looked at all the hippy clothe and imagined who would were them. It is really fun spending time with him. He is a great guy.

Next he asks me if I wanna go mini golfing with him, which I say yes to. Of course, what with my GREAT sport talent and all, he creams me. Shocker. And naturally, he takes pity on me and takes me out for ice cream. What a day.

It was after we had gone everywhere, driven home and were sitting in his car when I said it, "Do you wanna come in? My parents aren't home and they wouldn't care anyway..." He considers for a moment before cocking his head to the side and saying, "I don't see why not." He smiles at me and jogs around the car to get my door for me while I shuffle through my purse for my keys. "Thanks" I say lamely, blushing a little. As I climb out of the car I hit my head against the car door, hard.

I let out a yelp before my head starts to throb. "Whoa, are you okay?! I'll go get an ice pack!" he calls over his shoulder, already running towards the house. He comes running back when he realizes I still have the my face with the other. I smile and gently tug the ice pack away from him, "I'm really fine Cal" I say. He looks deep into my face before grunting, "If you say so." We both laugh and I take him upstairs to show him my room.

We are siting on my bed talking about food when suddenly he says, "I really like you Raina." I look up, into his eyes and say "I really like you too Cal." He slides a hand behind my neck, gently pulling me towards him. He firmly plants his ultra soft lips on mine, kissing me for a few moments before hesitantly pulling back to ask me if I'm sure I'm all right. I smile mischievously at him before showing him that I'm not just okay, I've never been better. We start completely making out, like with tongues and with me on top of his lap, running my fingers through his hair. We stay that way for a few minutes, exploring this new step. It feels amazing and just, right. This is actually my first kiss. it may not sound like it but I guess it was a darn good one then. We lay on my bed, my head by his shoulder and his arm around me.

After he left around 10pm my mom came in. I didn't bother to say hello to her, shed probably think I'm high, seriously! I am like loopy right now! I'm sooo happy! I'm acting like a little girl. I text Olivia to tell her that I NEED to talk to her A.S.A.P. She doesn't respond. I fall back on my bed, the bed that he lay on, the bed I just had my first kiss on. I sigh and close my eyes.

Next thing I know my mom is shaking me awake. "Honey?"