First Kiss
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Nate Gray is a cool dude. At least, that's what he thinks. At the ripe age of thirteen, he is built, athletic, charming, and his mouth is not full of braces, unlike a certain Shane Gray. The best part about his life? His parents are letting him go to Camp Rock, the super cool music camp his Uncle Brown owns. It is gonna be so cool.
"Nathan? The bus is here, sweetie!" His mother's voice floats upstairs and he shrugs on his backpack and picks up another, carrying it by its handle. He practically runs out of the room in excitement. He can just tell that this summer will be the best he'll ever have. He rushes down the stairs, slyly avoiding his mother's kiss. She pouts, offended and he half-smiles as he kisses her cheek.
Mothers, man.
Then Shane comes barreling down the stairs. Literally. Nate and his mother stare as Shane rolls painfully down the stairs, landing flat on his back at the base. "Did you guys see that?" Shane's voice screeched loud and Nate smirked, pulling Shane up easily. The older boy touches his 'hawk' in worry but smiles easily when it seems to be unharmed.
"Yeah, man, classic stuff," Nate replies, rolling his brown eyes. "Regular Evil Kenevil." Shane gasps and starts to talking about how cool it must be to be Evil Kenevil.
Nate, being the smart child he is, tunes his older brother(by one year, okay?) out as they walk out the front door and walk across their perfect grass lawn to the bus stop where the yellow bus waited. They turn around just in time for their oldest brother, Jason, run to them with their guitars and his backpack on.
"This is gonna be so much fun, dudes!" The thing about Jason is that for some reason, he's very child-like. Despite being 15, Jason loves cartoon more than Nate and Shane and he loves birds. It's a little endearing, actually.
"Yeah, man, we're gonna rock this camp," Shane replies, smirking cockily. Nate purses his lip and climbs onto the bus, looking past all the other kids. His eyes gaze for an empty aisle. But all the aisles have at least one kid in them. The brothers sigh at each other and Jason goes to sit next to a small, back-haired girl putting on lip gloss. Shane nudges his little brother and winks before sitting next to a snobby-looking blonde that looks around his age. The blonde takes one look at Nate's brother and smiles flirtatiously.
Nate, however, is torn between sitting next to another black-haired girl with big lips or a very petite girl with very curly hair and very colorful clothes. He doesn't want to choose anywhere else, really. Both girls are super pretty and probably kiss good. That thought alone makes him almost smirk. He bites his bottom lip before shrugging and sitting next to the small girl, setting his two bags on the floor in front of his feet. She takes one look at him before shifting her gaze to his hair.
"Like your 'fro, kid." She murmurs, her voice very high. It seems there's nothing about this girl that only goes halfway. He blushes, a rose pink spreading slowly across his cheeks. She smirks at his reaction and shakes her head softly before turning to the window. They sit like that and every time a new kid gets on the bus, they both look up. When it's a girl, she looks away and his eyes trail the girl. When it's a boy, he ignores him and she watches the boy go past. It goes like that until the bus is full, then they drive off.
"So what's your name?" He tries to sound friendly but he comes off nosey. She looks up from her book, hair in her eyes. He wants to brush the strands behind her ear but he knows he'll come off as lame. He settles for just staring. She just raises an eyebrow and looks back down at her book. Shane, who's only one seat ahead, scoots farther out into the runway of the bus and leans back, looking at his little brother.
"So how's it going?" He asks, pausing at the end to check out the girl next to Nate very slowly and obnoxiously. She scowls at him and pulls her book up to hide her face. Nate frowns.
"Well, it's okay." Shane nods and glancing at the blonde girl he's sitting with and grins.
"Tess," Nate guesses it's the blonde girl. "Is so flirting with me. Dude, so awesome."
"She won't even tell her name." Nate whispers, gesturing subtly to the girl whose reading a book called Catcher In The Rye. Looks stupid to him. Shane frowns for a second then grins crookedly.
That always spells trouble.
"I dare you to kiss her." Nate's eyes widen and his throat is suddenly dry. Shane grins wider. "And you have to do it because you dared me to jump off our roof into our pool yesterday." Nate glares before frowning to himself. He can just tell this isn't going to end well and that somehow, this is going to impact his year at Camp Rock.
Nate nods, pouting and and Shane sits correctly in his seat, away from sight. Nate turns to the girl, watching her nose crinkle as she reads a part she obviously doesn't like. "Hey," He says softly, getting her attention. She folds the page she's on and and shuts the book, looking up at him with one eyebrow raised.
"Can I tell you a secret?" This lie is so lame, she cannot fall for it. But she actually does, tilting her head to one side and then nodding before waiting. "Lean in closer." She does. "Closer," He urges and again, she does. He urges her again until their noses almost touch and he opens his mouth to pretend like he is about to talk and her lips part, waiting with anticipation.
Suddenly, he tilts his head and swoops in, closing the gap between them. He holds her face in his hands, savoring the vanilla wafers taste of her mouth.
She sits there for about 10 seconds, shocked and eyes closed. Everyone around sees what's going on and starts to whoop and yell, egging Nate on. With his newfound confidence, he goes to deepen the kiss, flicking his tongue across her lips.
But the girl shoves him off, sending him to the floor. She yells with disgust, wiping her mouth on jacket sleeve. Everyone laughs and Shane yells out "Way to go, little bro!" as he helps him out. Nate looks at the girl, expecting to see her blushing. Instead, she's scowling and gagging. Nate swiftly grabs his bags and sits next to a dark-skinned boy who's rapping along to a Black-Eyed Peas CD in his navy blue CD player.
He sits there for the rest of the ride, talking to the boy about how cool it is to dance. Nate nods mostly, mind mostly sitting with the girl whose seat is diagonal from his. He can't see her though, which is weirdly disappointing. The bus stops and everyone looks out at the green woods, fresh mulch trailing their way, sparkling blue lake. The bus driver orders everyone to get off in an orderly fashion.
No one does.
He's one of the last ones getting out and he can see the crowds of kids rushing to the Mess Hall, the largest building on site. He hops off, looking for his brothers in midst of all the chaos. Suddenly, he's being pulled into an empty cabin. He's about to yell, but the hand grabbing his is strangely familiar. He turns and looks and it's the last person he expects to see. The girl from before stands before him, locking the door behind her.
He's a little scared but he really won't admit it. Suddenly, she grabs him by his polo shirt's collar and pulls him to her, capturing his lips in an urgent kiss. He's shocked at first, which most would understand, but then he jumps back into reality, putting his hands on both sides of her face again. He tilts his head, getting a better opening and then suddenly, she deepens the kiss and really, he wouldn't even think to protest. After a minute of kissing, she pulls away slowly, stopping when she's only inches away from his body. He can feel his lips pulsing in time with his loud heart and he leans in, about to kiss her when she grabs her bags and runs out, leaving the door open.
Standing there, light pink lip gloss smeared on his swollen lips and eyes wide, Nate is completely shocked.
The boy shakes the initial shock off and grabs his bags, walking out of the cabin and rushing to the Mess Hall in a hurry.
He expects to have a great summer.
Needless to say, it's already pretty darn good.
So I got a request for a story of sorts so it's not like I'm gonna ignore her. (:
For some reason, I'd thought that a First Kiss instead of like, a First Meeting because I'm just... cool like that.
DEDICATED TO MY FRIEND, CHANDLER. (: