Mister Smith ✔

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The next day I woke up a bunch of tingling nerves. At the appointed time and place I met up with Mr Smith. When he arrived, I smiled thinly and yet when he smiled, he was confident and at ease. He looked like a rich, superstar dressed in black jeans, a red t-shirt and a black blazer over with the sleeves rolled up and to add to it he wore black high top All-Stars. His hair was jelled to perfection. I curled with envy. His style was casual-sexy without even trying.

"Hey," he said in a husky voice.

"Hi," I replied timidly. His voice was so masculine and deep.

He gestured for me to sit and then we sat conversing and learning about each other.

We spent the morning over cappuccino and extra large muffins. It turned out that we were complete opposites with so much to speak about. Conversation flowed easily and no awkward silences between us. Mr Smith brought out a side in me that was usually hidden. With him I was constantly blushing and giggling like the teenager I was.

A midmorning coffee meeting turned into lunch and by late afternoon he walked me home. Hand in hand, he kept asking me pointless questions about myself. I answered as best I could and when I asked him, he eagerly replied. Somehow this felt like the start of a good friendship.

When we reached my house, we were into the awkward stage of not knowing what to say. I think it was partly because we both didn't want this day to end. He put his arms on my hands and turned me to face him. I felt jolts of electricity go through me as I looked up into his mesmerizing eyes and blushed furiously when I saw that he was already looking at me. He leaned down, and despite being ignorant in the ways of relationships, I knew he was going to kiss me.

My heart sped up and I closed my eyes just as his lips touched mine lightly. If his touch was jolts of electricity, I now felt like a live wire. Before long, he pulled back with a smirk on his face and a happiness in his eyes. He bent down and rested his forehead on mine. "I think there's no more reason to go on blind dates," he said. " I found what I've looked for."

My heart raced until I felt like was trying to escape. The butterflies felt unnatural in my stomach as they beat faster than ever. I twined my fingers in his large hand. Our hands fit perfectly into the other. " I can't believe this was just the first time we've met ..." I whispered.

"It feels like I've known you forever and it's like every cliche was meant for us," he said completing my thoughts.

"I know," I said softly.

I had my first kiss, I realized belatedly as I walked in the house.

That night I dreamed of Taylor and our kiss. It was the first of many dreams. As the dreams progressed so did our relationship. Our friendship grew and grew, until finally he officially asked me to be his girlfriend.

That day, to celebrate we went out with our friends. It was the first time I met his friends. Surprisingly, we got on well. The girls were easy to speak to and they completely accepted my friends and I in their circle of tight-knit friends. The boys were eager to always have new girls to hit on and entertain themselves with. Despite their mischievous and goofy ways, they were a cool bunch. We got on really well. As Taylor wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned his cheek on my neck, I could tell he was happy. He was happy that our friends got on well. Not that it would have deterred our relationship, but it made things easier for us to be around the other's friends and not feel out of place.

It was as if it was written in the stars.

A love written by timelessness.

Something that always bothered me when I was near Taylor was the fact that we didn't start the kosher way. My friend made the first move, and I always wondered if she liked him or not. I felt as if I cheated her out of a good guy. She was the one always looking for blind dates and here I was the one who got a guy meant for her.

The day I confronted Lily about him, she smiled.

"Lily, Mr Smith told me you gave him my number? Why?" I was dumbfounded.

She loves the thrill of meeting new guys, getting to know them and enjoying life. I, on the other hand, prefer safer methods. Like dating a guy I've known for a while, or getting to know a friend of a friend or someone close by. Not a stranger online.

She shrugged as if it was no big deal. "I guess I saw the fire in his eyes when he looked at you. And the way he left you speechless." She giggled." It was cute. Do you know when you left he was dull? He could barely hold a conversation. Yawn, yawn. Then I brought you into the conversation and he perked right up. His eyes lit up and he sucked every word I said about you. He had this goofy face that you see in movies and only dream of having. At that moment I knew he really liked you. No guy has ever done that for me, and I really want that. I know we're only 17, but is it so hard to want a guy to really love you? "she asked a little dejectedly.

I shook my head.

"So then I told him, 'Here's her number. Break her heart and I break you.' He smiled so widely I thought he was a freak. And that's why I did it. I wanted my friend to find happiness."

She had a tear in her eye and I rushed to her and wrapped my arms around her.

How can I be so blessed to have a friend like her?