Long Shot

(tentative title)

I had never been an insecure person. My hair was a little frizzy, my eyes weren't blue or green, I never caught a tan, and I was kind of short, but I had always been proud of who I was. That was until I caught feelings for Cameron. His girlfriend had zero reasons to be insecure, Charlotte was a perfect specimen. He was perfect too and I was...not. A human being that perfect shouldn't be allowed to exist. It scared me the way he made me feel. He was like the sun and I just sat and soaked up his light and it made me better because of it. He was the only person in this whole world that could make me feel that way just by looking at me. It scared me that I felt like I would never want anyone else because nobody was as good as him. You weren't supposed to feel this way when you were seventeen. But I did. I was sure of it. Every part of me loved that boy. Which is why I stood in front of the mirror, all dressed for my first date with Cameron, worrying about whether or not I was enough. His car was outside but my feet felt frozen to the floor. The date was "a surprise" What if I was underdressed? What if I didn't like whatever we were doing? What if I embarrassed myself and he realized the mistake he made by choosing me and he laughed at me and called Charlotte and... shoot he's been waiting for like five minutes. I grab my bag and dash out the door. Cameron is sitting in his car. He's wiping his palms on his jeans and checking his hair in the rear view over and over. Almost like...he's nervous. Cameron is nervous, to go out with me? What does he have to be nervous about? He's so perfect, he doesn't even have to try. He could literally do anything and I would still be madly in love with him. I open the car door and slide in. He stops moving and just stares at me for a while. He has this smile on his face, the smile that makes me feel like every part of my body is being lit on fire. "You're so pretty," he says with the same smile on his face, only adding to the heat rising in my body. One of the major downsides of being pale, is the way your cheeks blush when someone compliments you. I looked down trying to think of how to respond. I knew I should say thank you but no words were coming out. He laughed at my non-answer and put the car in ignition. "Where are you taking me?" I asked. He didn't answer but he was still smiling. I let out a loud sigh and slumped in my chair, a big smile on my face. We spend the entire fifteen minute car ride laughing and joking and somehow, by the time we got to, wherever we were, his hand was resting on my thigh. We got out of the car and I saw where we were. The arcade. Now that I think about it it's the perfect place for our date. Lots of games for me to win. Cameron wrapped his arm around me and walked me into the arcade. The minute we got inside, I ran over to the basketball games. I grinned at him and put a ticket in the slot. We played at least ten rounds of arcade basketball before Callum dragged me over to the skeeball machine. Now I may be athletic but I am not good at skeeball. I missed about seven straight balls before Cameron, who was laughing hysterically came up behind me. He pushed his body onto mine, his chin resting above my head. He rests his left hand on my hip, and put his hand on mine. He swung his hand, or our hands more accurately, back and forth, then stopped short and a released the ball, it sunk cleanly into the 50 point hole. I squealed excitedly and he wrapped his arms around me. We spent over two hours at the arcade. We drove back to town but, stopped at the baseball field and sat talking for hours on the hood of his car. We were laughing at the joke Cameron just made, when suddenly, he reached his hand to the back of my neck and pulled me close to him. He leaned in close and moved his hands down low on my back. I had kissed guys before, and I wasn't a virgin, but no one ever made me feel the way Cameron can. I doubt anyone ever will.