A/N: This is for a contest I want to participate in, but I don't want to be the first to post, so I'll wait and post this here. The contest is to write about a first crush, and this is what I came up with. I'm not done with this just yet, either.
"Are you sure you're ready for this, man?"
"Yo, dude, you don't know what you're getting into."
"Dawg, there's some deep stuff that goes on with things like this. Dude, you sure you really wanna?"
"Boys, I think I can handle it."
I sat in my car, taking deep, shaking breaths. I couldn't believe it was finally happening - my first time, finally here. I wiped some water off of my forehead and threw open the car door.
I walked through the parking lot and to the building that housed her. My palms were sweating and I couldn't keep my legs from shaking just a little.
I knew she would be here.
She.
Her.
The One.
I swallowed hard, feeling nauseous and lightheaded. I reached forward and laid a hand on the glass doors that contained my fate. I leaned on my hand in an effort to catch my breath. Then, of course, I realized that the doors opened automatically and I tumbled forward before I could catch myself. I staggered clumsily into the small cafe, my frantic eyes searching the room.
I saw her as I stumbled and fell to my knees. There she sat in all her shining beauty, just waiting for a gentle hand to touch her gleaming surface.
My mouth fell slowly open and I panted quietly in awe of this beautiful thing.
All of a sudden a pair of legs clad in khaki obstructed my vision. The teenager stared disdainfully down at me with the tired eyes of adolescence. He held out a lemon, and I took it eagerly, picking myself off the floor.
I walked over to the counter and let myself behind it, having hopefully watched many before me do the same.
 OzmeoTree · Fri Mar 02, 2012 @ 04:11am · 0 Comments |
