Drabble 21: Sunset.
"This is so cheesy."
"You know you love it."
"I do." She smiles, staring down at her lap to avoid his eyes, "Why're you so nice to me?"
"What, am I supposed to be mean?" He chuckles, "Because I'm your boyfriend… or, at least, I think I am."
"I'm… I've never had a boyfriend." She admits quietly, tugging at the grass, "I don't think I'll be a good girlfriend."
"Hey," He squeezes her hand, "You're doing fine, so far. Especially with the kissing. You're doing perfectly fine with the kissing." She can't surpress the laugh, so she smacks his arm playfully. "It's true! If it makes you feel any better, I've never had a girlfriend, either."
"Oh, I'm shocked. You're so smooth, who would've guessed?" She rolls her eyes and lies contently on the grass, hearing the distant chatter of children in sandboxes and swing sets and watching the orange and pink spotched sky. Nat has no idea how this boy convinced her to go to the park this late in the evening, but, she's glad she came. "This is really cliche." She turns her head to face Henry, who'd decided to lie beside her.
"I know. Sunsets are nice, though. They're pretty… like y-"
"Okay, if you compare me to the sunset, don't blame me for leaving."
"Sorry."
Somehow their hands end up intertwined, and they lay for hours, staring at the stars. They whisper to each other, as if speaking at normal volume would ruin the moment. He tentatively kisses her, hands playing with her curls. She smiles when he cups her cheek, hoping it's masked in the darkness, but it only makes Henry kiss her again, then murmur in her ear.
When she goes home, she'll have to face her dad, her crazy mom. But, now, in this moment, everything's…
"Perfect."