Soft as a Baby's Bottom

We ate our meals in silence. Occasionally, one of us would look up, then the other would make eye contact, and then we'd both look away, embarrassed for making eye contact. I didn't get it. We had been having such a good time, and all of a sudden one awkward moment ruined it. I was feeling feelings that I'd never felt before. I realized that I really liked Troy, more than even I had realized previously. I was going to do my best that evening to win him over.

I slurped up the last of my soup. Troy was already done his macaroni.

"How about if we just put the dishes in the dishwasher?" Troy suggested.

"Sounds like a great plan," I agreed.

We gently loaded our dishes, then stood there for a minute.

"What are we going to do now?" I asked finally.

"I dunno," Troy said.

"Well," I began, "Do you have any homework?"

"Nope!" He said happily. "I just had that math, and we finished it already.

"I don't have any either!" I said, just as happy as he. Now we could spend quality time together.

"So, what do we want to do?" I said again.

"Well, I have an idea. But it's a surprise, ok? I'm gonna blindfold you, then lead you to the secret destination."

Excited, I naturally agreed. He tied a scarf around my eyes, then gently held my waist and slowly guided me. I loved the feeling of his hand on my skin. I wanted more. Troy must've read my mind.

"OK Gabs, there are some stairs here. Grab my hand and I'll lead you down, ok?'

I grabbed hold of his hand. It was so big, compared to my tiny hand. I had expected it to be all dry and rough from all the physical activity he did, and also due to the fact that he was a boy and most boys don't moisturize their hands daily with body butter from Bath and Body Works. But his hand was not dry at all. It was smooth and soft and supple. Almost as soft as a baby's bottom. But it was slightly tougher and firmer, due to years of wear and tear. Most babies' bums don't experience years of wear and tear. At least, I would hope not. That's a little wrong.

He lead me down the stairs. I squeezed his hand a little, scared I was going to trip and fall and die. Luckily I didn't. We reached the bottom of the stairs safely, then he led me through several hallways, turning here and there. After going through a door, we finally reached our destination.

Troy removed my blindfold.

"Eureka!" he exclaimed.

I giggled a little.

"Uh, don't you mean like 'Voila' or something? Troy, Eureka means I've found it!"

He made a face at me.

"Why do you have to be so smart, Miss Smarty-pants?" He joked.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

"So what do you think?" he asked, changing the subject.

"I think we're in the gym." I responded. "So what?"

"What do you mean, so what," he scoffed, "We're going to play some basketball!"

I groaned. It was obvious who was going to win. I wasn't really in the mood to get my butt kicked, but right then I realized that I would do almost anything for Troy. So I gave in.

"Fine," I said, "But let's establish some special rules. First of all, every shot you get in counts as two points, and every one I get in counts as five."

Troy wrinkled his nose a little, but then he quickly agreed. We were in the same gym class, so it was obvious that he was still probably going to win.

"And," I continued, "No pushing or hitting or hurting me in any way. I don't want to be injured. Got it?"

He reluctantly agreed. Then we started playing.

I got to have the ball. I decided to make a break for it and do a lay-up. I figured that I was smaller and faster than he was. However, I wasn't quite as coordinated. My "lay-up" turned into more of a "miss-the-net-and-then-keep-running-so-you-run-into-the-bleachers-and-bang-your-shin-and-swear-loudly-causing-Troy-to-give-you-a-really-weird-look-because-you-never-swear-and-you-are-now-in-excruciating-pain-up."

"How about if we do something else now?" I said wincingly, due to the extreme pain I was feeling.

Troy looked quite concerned.

"Are you okay?" he asked, "Do you want me to carry you upstairs to the staff room? You could lie down on a couch and ice it."

Of course I agreed. By then it didn't even hurt that much anymore, but I would have to be crazy to give up the opportunity to have the guy of my dreams carry me in his arms. He picked me up like I weighed nothing. Sighing, I leaned my head on his shoulder.

When we were back up, he set me down on the couch. I started moving so I could go get an ice pack, but he stopped me.

"NO!" he exclaimed, "Rest. I'll get it."

I sighed contentedly. It was going to be a fun evening, I could already tell.

"Well, is there anything else you want to do now?" Troy asked.

I thought for a minute.

"Well, there is this nice plasma TV here…" I trailed off.

Troy grinned.

"Wanna watch a movie?" he asked. I nodded.

"Well," he began, "It will have to be something on TV. The only movies the school has are like those Sex Ed movies we watch in Health. I grimaced. Those movies were somewhat…disturbing.

Troy handed me the remote control, then he settled down beside me on the couch. I was sitting up on the far right side of the couch, and he was right in the middle of the couch. Our thighs were touching. How exciting!

I turned the TV on. I went directly to the TV guide channel. I noticed that "The Day After Tomorrow" was on.

"Oooh!" I squealed. "This is my favourite!"

Troy gave me a funny look. I realized it was kind of a dorky movie to have as my favourite.

I gave him a funny look like back.

"So what if I'm a dork?" I said. "You know you love me for it."

"You're right, I do," he said gently, softly. He said it in a tone of voice I'd never heard him use before. I was slightly shocked.

"Wh…What did you just say?" I whispered.

HAHAHAHA cliffy! I love cliffies. And they haven't kissed yet! Maybe next chapter…if I get a lot of reviews!!! I am evil. But I love the reviews, so keep them come. I hope you're enjoying the story. I know I'm having a good time writing it. I like it, and I feel inspired to update!! Anyways. Yeah. I love you. Ok.

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