"I think I'm falling for Lizzie again," Nigel Uno randomly commented in the middle of lunch. I choke down the gulp of root beer I had swolowed, "Come again?" The words lingered in my thrat and panic both flashes across and is plastered on my face at the same time. I hope it doesen't look too odd...
"I said, I think I'm falling for Lizzie," he repeated slowly twisting the promise ring he always wore for no reason. He said he couldn't remember who gave it to him, but he always felt just a little better when he did. He got out of his seat and downed the last of my chocolate shake.
I just sat there, dumbstruck. This is the guy who I had a crush on since the fourth grade, who suffered through private school with me, stayed by my side that sunday I got my tonsils out, kissed my cheek at prom, and looked to me for aid when he couldn't find the answers to his life. And now, after all of this, he's telling me he's in love? With a backstabbing jerk at that? Give me a break.
"What do you feel when you are with her?" I tried to be supportive, I really did. "Well, I don't know. I guess it doesen't. I don't know. She's so confusing."
This may be my one chance to finally let him know.
"Huh. Let me just tell you my opinion on that."
I cup his cheek in my hands and place my lips on his. A spark is triggered and he kisses back. For a first real kiss, it's defenatly something. I inhale deeply and his arms pull me dangerously close, but I don't resist. I admit, it was so totaly worth it, and now, I just hope he feels the same way. I pull out, or try to pull out, but he holds me close and doesen't let go.
"Maybe I'm not,"
"Glad you see things my way."