It feels wonderful going over to Emma's house knowing that she's the one who is home. Don't get me wrong, Simon and Tristan were nice and all, but there's nothing like having your best friend. And there's the other person who lives at Emma's house, but I won't get into that now. Today I'm here to see Emma.
I ring the doorbell and my heart speeds up when I see Darcy's face peak out from the window. He opens the door.
"Hey Jess!" he smiles, looking pleased to see me.
"Hey," I say shyly. I know that Darcy likes me, for now, at least, but it doesn't make me any less shy around him.
"Is Emma home?" I ask.
Darcy's face falters a little bit. I realize that he thought I came to see him, which I did, of course, but you know, I needed a good excuse.
"I mean, well, uh, if she isn't you're fine too," I say blushing. The words don't come easy when you're in front of the guy you've loved half of your life.
He smiles that adorable smile and his warm brown eyes light up. Then, unexpectedly, he leans in and gives me a hug. It feels warm and perfect to be in his arms. I never want to let go, but eventually I do.
"Come on," Darcy says, beckoning. He leads me to the Hawthorne's pink kitchen and grabs two little bags of chips. Then we go outside and sit on the grass. Concord this time of year is gorgeous.
I'm a little afraid that we won't have anything to talk about, but talking to Darcy has always been easy. He tells me about his SAT scores and the colleges that he's applying too. He scored high, but that wasn't unexpected because he's really smart. And he's looking into Dartmouth, Princeton and Harvard. I'm sure he'll get in. I mean, he's a total sports jock and he's smart. The full package, as Megan put it.
I check my watch, it's four, meaning that we just spent the past three hours in each other's company. That's what I call bliss. I look up at the house and I see Emma peaking at us. She winks at me and I smile back. She purposefully didn't come in so we could spend time together. She really is the best friend ever.
Seeing Emma makes me think about the fact that she and Stewart have kissed. Darcy and I haven't kissed yet, but I suppose that's because we've known that we like each other for approximately three weeks. But looking at him makes me want to kiss him.
As if reading my thoughts, Darcy looks at me and flicks a little glance to my lips. Gently, he leans in and I can feel his warm lips on me. I feel the butterflies in my stomach go wild. I am in heaven. He turns towards me and puts his arms around me. I put my arms around him. He kisses me slowly, drawing it out as long as possible. When at last we break for air, we both can't stop smiling.
"I've never kissed a guy before," I suddenly blurt out. I feel my face flush red, I shouldn't have said that.
"Well for someone who's never kissed anyone before, that was pretty good," Darcy teases. I blush even more, but he just reaches over to my cheek and brushes it gently.
"It wasn't just pretty good, it was perfect," he whispers into my ear. I lean my shoulder against him and that's when I know that I'm with the most amazing guy in the world.