It's Called Love
"Zya.! What the..." I thought she was in the office, but now she was in the kitchen getting a snack. I quickly jumped off the couch, startled by my mom walking in on us. I mean all we were doing was sitting close to each other on the sofa, so it was nothing to sweat about. And maybe his arm was around my shoulder, but that's it. Nothing more than that, I swear. We weren't making out or anything else that your perverted mind might think.
We were taking it slow.
He knew how many times my heart had been broken in previous relationships because of how fast everything went with other guys. But even if Pablo and I went as fast as every other boy I've went out with, we'd still have the same feelings for each other as we do right at this moment. And let me tell you this now. We have strong feelings for each other.
My mom rolled her eyes at me jokingly, and turned to go in the other room again. I knew she was just trying to annoy me and my boyfriend, and I was fine with it. She just did it a bit too much for it to be funny like she intended. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom. And anyways, all moms embarrass their kids in some way. Don't they.?
I looked at Pablo and he gave me the don't-worry-i-love-your-awkward-and-weird-family look. I smiled. He always knew a way to make me smile. Whether it was his smile, his eyes, the looks he gave me, or even just holding my hand, it instantly made my day better. I tilted my head to the side, towards the stairs, signaling for him us to go upstairs.
We walked up the steps, and he was right behind me. I had a tendency to fall down stairs...backwards. We turned the corner and walked into the game room. He set up the ping pong, and I grabbed the blue paddle and handed him the red one. We started playing and it was more fun than I expected. After a few rounds, he brought up the idea of extreme ping pong.
We both got hit in the head a few times, and once the ball landed in my shirt. As you would have expected, we stopped playing at that time. I turned on the radio and changed it to my favorite music station. He plopped down on my bed with his feet hanging of the edge. I could tell he was tired so I went and sat on the other side of the bed and put my head on his shoulder.
This was a good day.
(This is just the beginning of my story. ^.^)