We stepped onto
the boardwalk and he said “Tonight’s agend; Riding
rides, getting stuck on the top of the Ferris Wheel, playing games,
and watching the sunset.” “How do you know we’ll
get stuck at the top?” I challenged him raising my eyebrows.
He squeezed my hand, “I just do.”
And we did exactly that. He won me a stuffed
monkey that says “You make me bananas!”, we rode the
tilt-a-whirl a million and one times, and we did get stuck at the
top of the Ferris Wheel. It was the most romantic thing ever. I was
so comfortable around him. We sat at the top, his arm around me and
my head on his shoulder. I started shiver and he repositioned
himself so he can wrap both of his arms around me. Okay, maybe I
did just pretend to be cold so he’d hold me, but hey,
I’m a girl. We just talked until we slowly reached the
bottom, but I didn’t want to get off. I stood up though, and
we started towards the beach. He kicked off his shoes, and I did
the same. He grabbed my free hand and pulled me into the warm sand.
We dropped our shoes and went to stand in the water. We just talked
some more, and joked and laughed. It was honestly so perfect. We
were walking back and I leaned down, pretending to pick up a shell,
but instead picked up a handful of sand. He walked ahead of me and
I chucked it at his back. He turned around, my hand on my hip, the
other on with a fistful of sad. He smirked at me and said
“It’s on.” He leaned down and picked up two HUGE
handfuls of sand, and I dropped mine, shrieked and ran. “No!
Stop,” I yelled between laughs. He caught up to me smooshing
the sand in my hair. I ran toward the edge of the water, lured him
in, and then splashed him. He tackled me and we fell into the water
soaked. We sat there for a few minutes and laughed. He stood up and
held out a hand, “C’mon, let’s go get
changed.” I grabbed his hand and stood up along with him.
“But I don’t have any clothes.” He had a solution
to everything. “I have a hoodie of mine in my trunk and a
pair of basketball shorts you can wear.”
“Alright.” He grabbed my hand and lead me to his car. I
went into the beach locker rooms and changed quick. I walked out
and he just stared. “What?” I asked, “Is there
something wrong?” He smiled at me, “No, nothing’s
wrong, it’s just you still manage to look absolutely
beautiful even if you’re wearing an old pair of my shorts and
a baggy hoodie.” I blushed and reached for his hand. We
walked further onto the beach and we sat down watching the sunset.
I played with his fingers while he rubbed my back and he hummed the
song we sang to in the car. “Emma, I had a really fun time
tonight.” I smiled to myself, intertwining my fingers with
his. “So did I.” He hesitated before he spoke again.
“I just want you to know that I will never, ever, EVER hurt
you like he did. I always think about how crazy he is for letting
you go, and even hurting you like that. I want to hurt him because
of how much he hurt you. But anyways, I just want you to know how
much I care about you. I know it was a sort time with us hanging
out bu-” I cut him off. “Stop.” I looked up at
him but he was looking down. I lifted his chin up and made him look
at me. “Listen, he’s in the past now, and I don’t
want to even think about him okay? You have nothing to worry about.
I trust you.” His face was flushed and his warm smile grew
upon his face again. All he did was nod his head.
We headed back to the car and he drove me
home. Once again, I found myself standing on my front porch, his
arms wrapped around me and poking my sides. “Stop!” I
laughed. I took to many steps backward and fell over the banister
and into a bush! Oh my gosh, I was so embarrassed. “Emma! Oh
my god! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the
hospital?!” I stood up and brushed myself off. Still
embarrassed, I walked back to my porch and sat down.
“I’m okay.” He stood in front of me, and pulled
me up. I looked into his eyes and he laughed. He reached his hand
out and pulled a bundle of leaves from my hair. He leaned forward
towards me. I closed my eyes ready for the kiss and I felt him peck
my cheek. My eyelids flew open. What was that?! I asked.
“What?” He smiled down at me. “You’re not
supposed to kiss me on the cheek, you’re supposed to kiss me
to end the date perfectly and when you pull away I’m supposed
to pull you back so I can keep on kissing you li.” All of a
sudden, I was cut off by the feeling of his perfect lips on mine.
His perfect, soft, red, lips crushed with mine. “Like
you’ve been wanting to?” he said finishing my sentence.
He always knows what I’m going to say, even before I do. I
bit my lip and nodded my head. “Now what were you supposed to
do? Something like pull me back for more?” And I did just
that. We pulled away and I thanked him for tonight. He told me he
would call me tomorrow. He kissed me one last time, and he was
gone. I never felt like this before. It was the perfect
date. Emma’s date
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