MARSHMALLOWING OUR WAYS

CHAPTER 20: WESLEY

We go to the amusement park, first. The plan is to have fun there and then have some icecream to end the date on a sweet note.
Liza chose the park because that's where Cassie  and I first became friends and she chose icecream because, um, girls love icecream? There's no significance.
We talk a little, laugh a little, joke a little, flirt a little.
The other times? There's a silenced blanket over us but it's not the awkward one. This one is almost comfortable. Last time, it was so awkward it became funny and suffocating at the same time. Now? The silence is good and comforting.
I put on some music during the ride and a while later give her the control.
She has a good taste in music.
I'm pleased for my first crush has a good taste in all the things that matter.
We start with just roaming around and weighing our options. We decide on going to the same ride that caused us to puke our lungs out.
It was fun and gross. Because, um, we puked again. And this time, it was worse.
I don't wanna talk or think about it.
Ew.
We ride a few more rides and then go to the giant wheel. I know I'm afraid of heights but that's where we first opened up to each other. Also, that's kind of the most romantic ride there.
We head into a red cabin. Ha. Nice coincidence. We sit opposite to each other and we talk and smile. A lot.
Then we go up and up and up into the sky. And I go fuck and fuck and fuck. My vision is blurring. My head is spinning. My throat is tied in a knot. I can't breathe. I can't feel.
My stomach is trying to get out of my body and I just... I can't... Ugh. I don't know.
Why?
Why did I think it was a good idea?
Oh, I know! It's because I thought it was romantic.
Yeah, right. Me puking in a closed cabin in front of my date is the most romantic thing ever.
I close my eyes and blank out. A few moments later, I open my eyes to see Cassie sitting next to me. I was so focused on blanking out I didn't notice when she came here and held my arm. I looked into her eyes an smiled. She smiled back.
"Wes? Do you want a distraction? I have a perfect one.", As she said that she grew a little red.
"Huh?"
"Oh come on! You're not that dumb. Think!"
So I do. But that resulted in nothing.
"I don't get you. What's the distraction? Talking? Because, like, that's not working..."
"Uggghhh. You are that dumb. I meant this..."
Just as she says it she leans toward me. Her right arm grabbing mine and putting it around her waist then going to wrap my neck like snakes.
Her soft pink glossy lips colliding with my rough peach and bitten.
My eyes closing as if on reflex. Her's open and observant but I know that they too close after a while.
She is gentle and soft and a little hesitating. They have a question of their own. I answer that question. I pull her closer and align my lips with her rhythm. Not a hard job, that's.
She gets it. She closes all the distance she can in a public place above the ground. She moves on to my lap and kisses me with a new rhythm. It's gentle and hungry. It's sweet and naughty. It's cute and hot. Its something you call incomprehensible. Something you can't explain to an outsider. Something that can't be put into words. Something that is only felt. It's a complicated emotion of  joy, happiness, hunger and what not.
It's awesome.
We go down after an eternity of kissing and making out.
We head out. Ride a few more rides that made us sick. The best thing that came out from those sickly rides was that later we became so diseased we held each other. All arms and legs. Tight.
We go the icecream store. Since we were really, really fickle and couldn't decide on a single flavor, we decided to have small scoops of all of them. Yeah, I know, it's stupid. But, I guess, that's us.
We decide to call it a night and head into the car. I take Cassie to her house.
She looks out the window then at me. She's signaling something but what?
Oh. Ohhhhh.
I lean toward her as she leans toward me. We kiss again for, like, five or ten minutes though it feels like a century.
We break apart, reluctant and breathless.
But, wait. There's a very important question I have. What are we now? Coworkers? Friends? Lovers?(Oooh. I like that word. Am I being too girly?)
I start to ask her, " Cassie? Did you have a good time?"
She smiled genuinely and answers,"Very much."
I start to pose the question,"Then, are you my-"
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Those three knocks on Cassie's window were the most aggressive one I've ever heard and since I'm the brother of Elena, that's saying something.
She looks behind her to see her mother waiting for her with bright, shining eyes.
Is she crying? Why?
Cassie holds up a finger at her mother to give her a second and looks at me,"You were saying something?"
"Uh. Yeah. Are you my girlfriend now?", I ask impatiently and shamelessly.
She blushes and begins to answer when the knocks come again. And now you could just see that Cassie's mom is crying and sobbing.
Cassie looks worried and she goes out to her mother mumbling a bye and not answering my question. I want the answer but I'm not that desperate to stop her and ask her when her mother is sobbing out there.