I didn't wake up and jump out of bed. I didn't wake up with a shock knowing what day it was or what would happen or who I would see. I woke up in peace, like my mind still thought I was asleep but my body decided to wake up. I just laid there in silence for God knows how long, Then, i heard a knock on the door then I sprang out of bed and ran to the door forgetting that I was wearing only a baggy T-shirt and shorts, with not make-up and no bra. I didn't even brush my hair. Nice.

There he was looking all pretty and godly-like. Damn. Life isn't fair sometimes. He smiled when he saw my, uh... appearance. Then he wrapped me in his arms and decided to sweet talk and said, "I've never seen anyone look so beautiful." It looked like he meant it. Don't giggle, I told myself. Don't giggle, don't blush, come on! You're your own worst enemy!

Out of nowhere he started kissing me. He's a good kisser. We fell back on the bed and started kissing, kissing, kissing. It might've just been me but the room was hot! Touching, kissing, adrenaline, steam, it was all there. I kissed a few boys before but it was nothing like this. I never knew making-out could be so fun! That was one of the many things he taught me that summer. I don't think he was intending to teach; it just happened that way. Like how he taught me to just look at things, anything, and see the beauty in it. Like a little green caterpillar or those spiders that crawl across my room at night. Or that no matter how fed up you are, how bad your day has been, or how rude the person is being you should always be the kind one, because you never know what that person might be going through. I don't know what I would do without him. He changed my life so much. Looking back, I realize that I was so immature in the beginning of the summer, you know back when I thought I was the shit.

When the kissing stopped we just lied there in silence, a lot like what I was doing earlier on now he was with me. Which made it like fifty times better. Lying there with my head on his chest felt like the place I was always meant to be. I looked up at him and whispered, "Is it always like this?"

"What is?" he asked.

"This." I gestured to us.
"No," he said, "It's very rarely like this."

Then he kissed me again.