They slowly sat down on the couch, and it gave a little whine when they did.
"So how have you been doing> Everything alright with you?" the boy leisurely put his arm around her shoulders
The girl used the time it took to get comfortable in his arms to think of a response. Should she lie and say everything was fine instead of telling him her despair she was been witness of while without him?
"I've been a bit of a slump this past few weeks. I don't really know why, but I've felt very blue and small. Nothing seems to be able to shake this feeling."
"The boy went straight into alert. "Really?" he questioned. "Have you been feeling nauseous or anything? Maybe your period's acting up."
"The girl laughed at that remark. "What kind of boy asks a girl that! No, I've never felt anything like this before."
"Well, you were moody this one time in the 7th grade. I've never seen a scarier scowl on a person."
"Oh, then? That time I was just mad at you."
"Me? What'd I do?"
The girl thought back 3 years before, when their love was as easy as breathing itself and bonds could not be broken so easily. They were such happy kids then.
"If I do tell you, I don't know whether you'll A: laugh, or B: get mad."
He closed in on her, hugging her tighter in his long skinny arms. At this she blushed, even though you couldn't tell much through her black skin.
"Come on," the boy pleaded. "Please tell me."
"Okay," she had given in. "You always spent all of your time hanging with boys in drama class and never with me. So, I got jealous and started ignoring you."
The girl turned away out of embarrassment, but her head did not turn fast or soon enough. The boy lightly caught her hand in one of his long pale hands and kissed her cheek lightly, although he was obviously aiming for something else. "Don't you mind what I think," the boy romanced. "I'm just glad you told me. I never took you for ever getting jealous."
The girl smiled with such glee that it made her look 10 years old instead of 14.
"That first year of when I loved you, I seemed to have tried to forcefully attach myself to you."
"I actually liked it, having my own little fan," the boy commented. "So why did you pull away in the 8th grade?"
"I guess I got tired of waiting for you to show me affection. So, I started hanging out with that other guy."
"How could you possibly stand him?"
"Last time I checked, he was your friend before he was mine. And he kept encouraging you, but since you never made a move, he did instead."
"But to actually start to fall for a sweet-talker like him? For your sake I'm glad you didn't."
At this, the girl was hurt, and she pulled away. The boy inched closer and chose his words carefully this time. "So why did you choose me, of all people? I can't sweet talk you, I'm not that handsome, and I actually don't have the faintest clue about love or dating."
She whipped her head around and stared into his eyes, her eyes filled with tears.
"Oh, but you are handsome! You are the most handsome to me!"
"But still, why me?"
At this the girl rubbed her hand in his hair in their so usual childish gesture. But then her face became more alight as she brushed the back of his neck and moved up his face. She tickled her hand on the bristles on his face where he had recently shaved. He closed his eyes, feeling only her touch and burning passion, his cheek burning red against his white skin. He opened his eyes. His skin was slightly rough but it was still heaven to her skin. She whispered with a musical voice " You know very well why I chose you." Her thumb surfed over what was the surface of his lips. She leaned over ever so slightly and let her lips embrace his. She then pulled up and stared in his eyes. "I love you." "I love you, too." He moved her lips back on his. Her arms wrapped around his neck as his wrapped around her waist. He opened his mouth and let his tongue explore hers and felt her bottom lip. He kissed her cheek, and somehow his mouth migrated to her neck. Although her breathing was expressing sheer pleasure and he loved to feel her pulse race and her warm skin, the boy knew he was heading towards danger. He moved back up to her lips, ingesting her every smell and taste. And then he pulled away, coming back up for air, longing each millisecond to go back under the water to explore some more.
