I was fidgeting. I couldn't sit still. I was on a date, and I didn't want to leave, but I knew I should. It was the night of my mums practise wedding ceremony and I was beyond late. She would be beyond mad. She would be disappointed, which is harder to take. At least when she's mad you can have a screaming match. But when it is disappointment, all you can do is say sorry a hundred times and hope that it will finally heal that, 'I am so disappointed in you' wound. Don't get me wrong, I was sneaking out of the ceremony. I told mum I had some things to take care of and then I would be there ASAP.

Okay so it was a small lie. But Campbell was the nicest, funniest and cutest guy in my grade. He wasn't a dumb, stuck-up jock. He was just good at football, and in the 'in' crowd. I didn't mind, because he was so nice and his eyes were an amazing, aqua blue. I sometimes get tempted to ask if he wears contacts. It was 7.46. I was supposed to be there exactly 16 minutes ago. My mum is a bit of a freak when it comes to being on time. One minute late, and she could have a break down. You don't even want to know what happens at 16 minutes past the time you were supposed to be there – the world will end!

We are at Britain's Got Talent, and currently a boy band called 'One Direction' is performing. They are really good, and their accents don't even get pronounced when they are singing. I'm Australian. Kind of random, but me and mum moved here after my grandma died – everything reminded us of her, and life just go too sad. I have a feeling we will move back soon though, because me and mum both miss it. I'm 16, so only 2 more years of high school and I can't wait to leave. Of course, I will probably do a university course, but what I really want to do is find a career with my talent – dancing. I'm really good (not to be up myself or anything) but I have been dancing since I was 5. Since I saw the dancers and knew that one day I could be like them. Dancing like gravity couldn't hold you down. Like you were on a cloud. I was in love with it.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when a clammy hand softly grabbed mine. I was startled but managed not to jump in my seat. I looked beside me and Campbell was looking at me with a slight smile on his face. I melted. Everything warmed up and I squeezed his hand. I laughed; we were both sweating like mad. I was mostly sweating because I was so late…

"Are you okay? You're doing that thing when your eyes go all glassy like you are watching your thoughts," he said. Okay, so this boy could read me like a book. I loved that.

"Heh, yeah I'm fine."

"No you're not. I know you're not." He wouldn't give this up. I guess I was hoping that he didn't, so I could explain, reschedule and leave. These tickets must've been expensive, so I knew I couldn't leave early.

"I'm just… I'm late for my mums wedding rehearsal dinner." I looked down in my lap, ashamed that I had lied to the both of them.

I looked up, noticing he was leaning in. Was he about to kiss me? Now? When I'm all stressed and sad? Our lips met, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. His lips were so soft, and all thoughts vanished out of my head – I was floating on a cloud of fireworks. That's what I saw.

He held the kiss, before finally releasing me. He stayed close and looked into my eyes, before saying,
"Go, I don't want you to be late. We should do this again sometime." By this time One Direction had already finished performing, there was 2 acts left.

"No, these tickets must've been expensive!"

"I got them off a friend. He owed me. Please leave, I don't want your mum hating me before she's even met me!" he let go of my hand.

"Okay, but I'm so sorry! This has been an amazing night." That kiss was amazing.

"Yeah, we should do it again." Before I got up, I quickly pecked his lips and then hurried out of the isles, praying that my mum would forgive me.