First kiss

Unforgettable

"Thank you so much for letting me stay with you" he says as he rolls his suitcase through the doorway of my parent's house.

"Of course, Taron" my mom hugs him. "It's been so long"

My sister Sarah and I come downstairs to greet him. I stop dead in my tracks when I see him standing there. He is even prettier than I remember. I have had a crush on him ever since we played together when we were younger. I think Sarah likes him too and he's actually her age. She is more outspoken than I am so she runs down the steps to him and hugs him. I watch, still frozen on the steps, my hand on the handrail, because I feel like falling over.

"Hi Taron" she giggles and he gives her a hug. I watch them and wish I was her.

They talk but I barely hear what they're saying as Taron's gaze lands on me.

"There you are, Maya" Taron's smile widens, but I am probably just imagining things.

"Hi" I smile as I walk down the steps and he holds out his arms for me. I step into them and am engulfed in his hug. I breathe him in and have to stifle a sigh. He smells perfect.

We pull away again and my dad helps Taron get the suitcase upstairs. Sarah and I will stay in her room, so Taron can stay in mine. I am just glad I have no posters of him on my wall.

I let out a breath when he is out of sight. What is going on with me, really? He will only ever be a friend of the family.

We have dinner together and I start to loosen up a bit. The others do most of the talking though, I am rather enjoying Taron's company by watching him.

My parents are out for the evening so Sarah, Taron and I decide to have a quiet evening in. We put on a movie and I sit down on one small couch while Sarah and Taron sit down on the bigger one. I wish I could tell my sister how much Taron meant to me, but I am not sure she would understand.

And anyways, the movie is fun and we enjoy our time together. We eat popcorn and hearing Taron laugh basically does it for me. I watch them in awe, Sarah acts around him as if he was just a normal human being. Which he is, but still. I always feel weird when I am around him. Nervous, but also something else I can't quite place.

We put on another movie after that and Sarah eventually falls asleep. I am way too nervous, adrenaline rushing to my body, to ever think of sleep. Taron gets up from the couch, putting the blanket over Sarah, and sits down next to me.

I sit up straighter, making space for him and Taron chuckles.

"You're cute" he says as he put his arm around my shoulder.

I laugh nervously "Thanks, I guess"

"What happened to you?" he asks before stuffing popcorn in his mouth "You're all grown up"

I only hear muffled sounds because his mouth is full with food. "What?" I laugh.

He continues to chew "You're all grown up"

"Am I?" I raise my eyebrows, not so sure. My hormones are all over the place. "You're definitely different from what I remember"

"Why?" he asks, we don't even pay attention to the movie anymore "In which way?"

I shrug. Then I have to think back to earlier days when he and I were kids. We used to play games and laugh a lot. He had been cute back then, but there was something about his fluffy hair and sharp jawline that made me love him even more.