Cloe was laying on her bed thinking of what to write in her blog. She glanced over at her vibrating phone and saw that Michael was texting her again. Cloe rolled her eyes and sighed remembering what had happened the other night... "He's not very good at kissing..." Cloe said talking to no one in particular. She quickly texted him back and then went back to staring at her laptops screen. That's when it hit her, she would write about her first kiss. Just nothing about how she thought it was…he could be reading it for all she knew, and you can never be too careful.
I was eleven years old when I got my first kiss. I know you may think that sounds kind of weird, thinking that most people are teenagers when they have theirs. And it wasn't one of those awkward things when you kiss someone and never see the boy again. We were best friends. Notice I used the word 'were'. He had moved away to California when I was 13. Life just wasn't the same without him. I never heard from him when he moved. I figured he was probably turning into one of those guys that always wore polo shirts and played golf every Saturday with his dad. Even though his dad hated golf, from what I heard, California can change you. Seems like it sure did with Dylan, he should've called or something. I'm 16 now and my life is about to change. You see, my mom just got offered a promotion but we would have to move to California. Of course, she took it, thinking it would be better for the both of us. I wasn't too excited but then I realized I would get to see Dylan. I mean, how much could he have changed? It's only been about…3 years. Okay, so I admit he probably has changed. Well, mom wants me to go get some more boxes and things from her office so I have to end this entry here.
Cloe quickly closed her laptop, grabbed her iPod (don't own), and walked downstairs. Sure enough her mom was by the door waiting impatiently for Cloe to hurry. "What took you so long?" Her mom questioned combing her blonde hair with her fingers. "I was writing, sorry. I tried to hurry but you know how it is…right?" Cloes mom rolled her eyes and walked to the door, "Yeah, yeah. Come on." Cloe smiled and walked out the door towards the car, this was gonna be…fun? An hour car ride just to get some boxes and some other things, it doesn't get much better than that.
About 15 minutes into the car ride Cloe started to think about what she had written about…she missed Dylan so much. All the times they had spent together were amazing. If she had a choice of meeting him or not having her dad walk out on her and her mom, she would probably pick Dylan. Even if they got in some trouble over the years…like when they were in the abandoned apartment they had found when they were 11. She smiled at what had happened that day. It was amazing, or at least she thought it was. So was that kiss.
Flashback. (Cloes POV)
Dylan and I were wandering around when he said he had something to show me…before I knew it we were walking into an abandoned building.
"Dylan! Where are we going?" I quietly asked afraid that someone would hear me. He never answered me. He just kept walking up stairs, turning around every so often to make sure I was still there. I wanted to turn around and just leave but I didn't want too, I was curious as to where he was taking me. Finally, after about 15 minutes he stopped at a door. "Don't you remember?" He asked looking at me as if I was to know what he was talking about. I just shrugged. "No." He rolled his eyes and pulled a knife out of his pocket. "I used to live here remember? But they changed the locks so I can't get in with it anymore." I just looked at him a little confused as to why he had the knife and why he wanted in this apartment so badly. "So? What's the knife for?" He rolled his eyes again and started putting it in the keyhole. "Cloe, it's obviously to get inside." I didn't know what to say, Dylan had never done something like this. Was it because his mom had just died and he was rebelling? Or has he always been like this without me knowing? "Dylan…" He didn't look up at me; he just kept messing with the handle. Soon enough it opened. "So Cloe, are you coming or what?" I stood there hesitating while he just stood there waiting, getting impatient. "Okay, fine." Dylan smiled at me, so cute. We were about to walk in when we heard sirens get real close…I started panicking thinking they were after us. Dylan saw the look on my face and just laughed. "Cloe look, it's gonna be alright. They aren't going to find us." After that he gave me a reassuring hug and closed the door. "Can we go now, please Dylan?" I knew I sounded like I was begging but I was scared. "Yeah, we can." He put his knife back in his pocket, grabbed my hand and we started running.
We hid behind this huge wall while the police were investigating the apartment…it only took about 15 minutes before they decided that the alarm was messed up or something, but they decided to take it out. Dylan was so happy; we finally had a place where we could go to hang out, without anyone telling us to come home. "Cloe, come on, I have to go get something out of there." I looked at him confused, what thing? "What are you talking about?" Of course, he rolled his eyes. "I left something in there when we moved out; my dad never let me go get it." Again, I hesitated but I can never say no to him…he's my best friend. "Okay, let's go…" He smiled and started walking back towards the apartment.
When we got in there he started searching through cabinets. I had no clue what he was looking for. "Dylan, what exactly are you looking for?" Still searching through the cabinets he replied, "This journal my mom gave me when she was sick…" "Oh…well someone probably lived here after so it might not be here." That's all it took to get him mad, "How can you say that? You're supposed to be my friend." "Dylan I am. But I'm just saying…oh never mind. What does it look like?" He didn't answer for a minute. I was starting to get worried, "Well Cloe, it looks like this." He held up a silver journal with his name written on it. "That's beautiful." "Yeah, it was her favorite journal, she would never let me look in it, but when she got cancer she told me once she died she would let me." "And your dad never let you go back to get it?" "Exactly," He looked at me and then at the door. "Well, we should probably get going now. I don't want my dad to worry." "Yeah, you're right; I don't want my mom to worry either." Just then we walked out and just talked about absolutely anything.
"Have I ever met your dad?" I asked Dylan as we approached our neighborhood. "Yeah; why?" Dylan looked at me like I was crazy. "I just don't ever remember meeting him." I looked down at my feet waiting for him to answer. "Well, you met him when you were like 6." I nodded my head in approval, trying to remember. "Wasn't that when your mom died…?" I looked over and saw him lower his head, "Dylan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…" "Cloe just shut up." I was shocked to hear him say that, he's never told me to shut up before. I didn't know what to do, so I ran. I could feel tears streaming down my face. Soon, I stopped under a big oak tree and just sat there crying…before I knew it I felt arms wrapped around me. I looked up and there was Dylan, comforting me and apologizing.
"Cloe, I'm so sorry. I never should've said that." I looked up at Dylan and smiled, he was so sweet. "It's okay Dylan. Everyone makes mistakes." Dylan smiled and hugged me tighter. Everything was fine. "Dylan…" "Yeah?" "I was just wondering, have you ever kissed a girl?" Dylan let go of me and just stared at me, "No, I haven't." "Would you like to?" "Why does it matter? I'm just a kid." I smiled slyly and inched closer to him. "I was just wondering…" Dylan pulled me back in for a hug while shaking his head, "You're such a blonde Cloe." I smiled and replied, "I know." "Let's get back home now…" He let go of me and we were soon walking back. When we reached my house he hugged me bye. "Bye Dylan, see ya tomorrow." He let go of me and replied, "Yeah, see ya Cloe." Just then I leaned in and kissed him. It lasted for a few seconds but when I looked up at him he had a huge grin on his face. That made me laugh, "Someone looks happy." He laughed and started to walk away but looked back and replied, "Cloe, you're amazing." "I know." He shook his head and walked back over to me. "What?" I questioned him not knowing what else to say. "Nothing, bye." He hugged me once again, but this time at the end he kissed me. "Bye Dylan." I said smiling. "Bye Cloe."
Woo. Wow. This one is a bit…different? Haha I honestly have no clue how I got this idea. It took about 4 days to write. I don't know how I feel about it…/. Its probably really confusing…haha. Well reviews are greatly appreciated.