"Dan?" I called, crying. Dan and I had just moved in together. We had been dating for about four months now, but we loved each other enough to know this would work out. Our parents said we were rushing things, but we couldn't care less. All we knew was that we loved each other, and nothing could keep us from being together. At least, that is what we thought. That is what we thought until PJ moved into town. Let me start at the beginning.
I had been sleeping awfully these days, though I didn't know why. I hoped some exercise would do me good. I was on my way to tennis practice, just like every other Wednesday. I was excited, because there was a new boy, and he was assigned to practice with me. I hadn't met him yet, all I knew was his name. Dan. I was excited, because somehow I knew I would like him. I had my hopes up, since I had never had a boyfriend, and I really wanted to know what it was like. What love was like. I knew love didn't just happen, but still, a girl can have dreams, right? When I walked onto the court, I saw him standing there. He stood out, none of the other boys in my town looked the way he did. I immediately knew he wasn't from here. All the boys I knew didn't quite have such amazing hair, and they weren't as tall. 6"2 I guessed. He had dark brown hair, which nearly looked black. He had a fringe which looked amazing on him. I walked up to him, and I noticed his eyes. It wasn't a special color, just brown, but somehow it was amazing. "Hi, I'm Kyra. You must be Dan." I said, trying not to sound like I was about to drool all over him. "Hi, I guess we are going to be practicing together. It would be nice to have a friend, since I am new to town." He smiled. It was an amazing and mesmerizing smile. He had dimples, I noticed. Dimples were one of my weaknesses. There was no point in falling for him, I told myself. No one had ever fallen for me, why would he? I decided I had to stand down, and not try to get him to like me. This had never worked out before.
When practice was over, I went to my bike to go home. I was just crossing the road when I heard Dan shouting my name. I turned around and saw him sprinting towards me. I didn't understand the look on his face. Scared? Why would he look scared? Then I understood. I did more than understand. I felt. I got hit by the car that was speeding towards me. The next thing I remember was the white ceiling of the hospital. I felt a searing pain in my head, and there was a ringing in my ear. I moaned. Then I heard a faint whisper. "Kyra?" it was Dan. He was next to my bed. He had seen everything happen. He looked like a ghost. "I think you should lay down , you look like hell." I told him in a sarcastic tone. He smiled in relief. "Thank god. Are you okay? I was so scared. I saw the car heading towards you and I tried to save you but…" he started panicking, I saw it. "Shh," I told him. "You couldn't do anything. That bastard was just going too fast, and I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn't your fault, you know that." He started calming down. Good. He didn't need to know how much everything hurt and how much I just wanted to scream. But I wasn't going to, I wouldn't. "Don't you want any morphine? The doctors said you were lucky to be alive." He cared? Why? I had just known him for an hour or two, why would he care about how I felt? I guess he is the kind of person that cares about other people way too much. "I'm fine." I told him, with the best poker face I could manage. "I'm just glad you still remember me. You could have lost your memory, you know." He said, staring into my eyes. I was frozen. God, he was so gorgeous. And I had him all to myself here. The only words I could say without starting to hyperventilate were "How could I forget?". That did it. My feelings at the beginning of the day were right. I was going to like him. Also, a great question had been answered. I knew what love felt like, and it had just happened to me. Apparently he felt the same way. He kissed me. Before I knew what was happening his lips touched mine. I was in heaven, I told myself. This wasn't real, it couldn't be. But it was. It was amazing. He was so gentle, it was barely a brushing of our lips, but it felt like a bomb had exploded. I didn't feel my pain anymore. All I felt was his presence in the room. Him touching me. He pulled away before I even wanted to, but I didn't want to seem desperate so I pulled away too. "Well that certainly works better than morphine." I said when I had caught my breath. He laughed. Out loud this time, and more butterflies went through me. "I have been wanting to do that ever since I saw you walking onto the tennis court." He said. I couldn't believe it. What was happening to me? How could it? Did God think I had been alone for long enough? Was it just luck? Right now, I didn't care. All I cared about was Dan sitting on my bed, holding my hand as if his life depended on it. We talked for hours, until the nurse said I needed rest and Dan had to go. He insisted to stay, and the nurse looked at me. I asked her if he could sleep here. She was about to turn around to get him a blanket and a pillow when I said there was no need. Dan understood what I meant and laid down next to me. I felt the electricity going through my body when I felt him that close to me. I rested my head on his chest. God I loved him already. And that just within a day. That was the first time in months I slept well.