Makeover
p.15
That night I was sitting on the balcony and the swinging chair
when I notice Adam walk out onto his adjoining balcony. He
notices me too. Without saying a single word he climbs over the
low wall and stands in front of me.
“Hey.” He looks
genuinely worried.
“Hi” I
say
“Are you
ok?”
“Yeah, I’m
fine.”
“What are you thinking
about.” He looks like he actually wants to know so for some
reason I tell him the truth.
“I was just thinking
about how I’m 15, I’ve never slow danced with a boy,
kissed a boy, or had a boyfriend.” He gives me a smile and
pulls his iPod out of his pocket and gives me his hand. I stand
up confused.
“What are you
doing.” He hands me a headphone.
“Giving you your first
slow dance with a guy.” I smile. I realize that there is no
one I’d rather have my first slow dance with.
We danced to Faraway by
Nickelback, one of my absolute favorite songs.
“How did you remember
this was my favorite song?” He looked straight into my eyes
and said.
“Because when you have
loves someone for as long as I’ve loved you you remember
everything about them.” My heart stops. I can’t catch
my breath. Suddenly I knew that I was in love with him
too.
“I… I think I
love you too.” And then he was kissing me. His lips fit
perfectly into mine. I felt like I was floating on a cloud as his
lips gently moved over mine. I had this weird sensation, like I
was full of electricity. He pulled away and I wanted to pull him
right back. So I did. We kissed for what seemed like hours but
was probably only a couple of minutes. When I finally let him
pull away he looked at me like I was the most special girl in the
world and for once, I did feel
special.
