Six hours later, I was finally ready for what Alex planned. My red sun dress fit perfectly and I had brushed and blow dried my hair to perfection. I walked out of my room and began my trek up to the roof. After reaching the last staircase, I found an elevator and pressed the "R" button and the box slowly moved toward the roof.

My foot tapped in nervous anticipation as the elevator slowly moved toward the roof. Finally, the elevator dinged and the doors slowly opened. A gasped in surprise at what graced my eyes.

Alex was standing there in dark jeans and a crisp, collared, white long-sleeved shirt. In front of him was a red and white checkered blanket. On top of that was a wicker picnic basket and two pillows. Two candles were in between the pillows, along with plates and silverware sets wrapped in napkins.

Alex smiled at me as I stepped off the elevator.

"What is all this?" I asked in wonder.

"I thought it could be our first date," he said, smiling.

I smiled widely. "That's very sweet."

"Come here."

He motioned toward the makeshift picnic and I walked forward. He walked around and met me halfway in between the elevator and the blanket. He offered his hand and I put mine in it, and he walked me over to one of the pillows. I sat down, making sure to be careful because of the dress. Once I was down, Alex released my hand from his and walked over to the other pillow, sitting himself down.

"You put a lot of effort into this," I said.

He blushed and I couldn't help but blush too.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"Yeah, I am. What's in the basket?"

"Well, I have some amazing pizza here."

"I love pizza!"

"Good. Because it's all that I got."

I laughed as he fished two slices of pizza out of the basket. He unwrapped the tin foil on each one of them and put one on my plate and one on his. We began to eat.

"So? What do you think?" he asked after a couple of bites.

"It's good. It's really good. Who made this?"

"A really good pizza place in town."

I laughed and he smiled, taking another bite. We each ate two more slices and the sun began to fade behind the horizon.

As it began to get darker, Alex went into the basket for something else.

"Aw, shit," he mumbled to himself.

"What's the matter?"

"I forgot a lighter. I was going to light the candles…" He rubbed his head in frustration.

"Here, I can help with that."

I put two fingers out and fire shot out from both of them, lighting the candles simultaneously.

"There. Problem solved." I smiled.

He smiled and began to relax again. "Thanks."

We began to chat for a while, laughing at every other thing each other said.

"What's the necklace you're wearing?" he asked out of the blue.

"What?"

"The gold…it glistened in the light of the flame and I noticed that you never take it off. I was just wondering if there was any significance."

"Oh, um...my mom gave it to me a couple months before she died."

"Your mom is dead?"

"Yeah. For almost ten years now."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Don't be." I smiled softly, telling him not to worry.

"How did she die?"

I felt myself close up like a shriveled flower. "It was a long time ago…"

"I know it's got to be tough, but you can tell me."

I looked up at his eyes and he looked genuinely concerned. His eyes sparkled in the fire light and I couldn't help but be taken by them.

"She died in a fire," I said. My gaze shifted toward the candles. "That I caused," I added in a mumble.

"What do you mean?"

I flinched as I realized he heard me. I thought about covering it up, but I saw no point.

"When I was five, Sebastian Shaw tried to take me away from my parents. I got so angry that…that lightning came out of me. A fire started in the house and my mom got caught in it."

I wiped my eyes, trying to hide the fact that I had begun to tear up. There was a moment of silence between us.

"I don't tell anybody about how my mom died," I said. "I've always been afraid that if I tell someone they'd push me away thinking I was some kind of monster."

"I would never think that," he said. "And I'm glad you told me." He reached his hand toward me and wiped a stray tear off of my cheek.

"Thanks for listening," I said. "It means a lot."

Alex said nothing but he moved closer to me, sliding off his pillow and he moved to where our knees touched.

"You shouldn't hate your past," he said. "Just think about it. Everything that has happened to you- your past- it brought you here. It brought us together."

I smiled, but I don't think he noticed. He moved even closer, our hips touching now. I saw him beginning to lean in.

Inside my head, I was panicking. I had never kissed anyone before and I had no idea what to do. Should I just peck or should it be more? My head was frazzled but I tried to calm myself.

"My god, Rebecca, just relax yourself," I said, giving myself a ten second long pep talk. "Just go for it. It'll be great." I calmed down just as Alex's lips brushed mine. My heart almost leaped out of my chest and then our lips made contact.

I sat there for a split second, completely unaware of what to do next. I was terrified that this was going to end up awkward and I would ruin any chance of us being something. But then I noticed our lips were moving in natural synchronization. I didn't even have to think about it; I just knew what to do. So I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy one of the best moments of my life.

Twenty seconds after our lips touched, our lips parted and I opened my eyes. I was very surprised to find us floating on a pillow of air about ten feet above the roof. Alex opened his eyes and nearly had a heart attack.

"Holy shit!" he said. "We're in the air."

I felt my cheeks go a deep shade of red as I realized what had happened. "Sorry," I said, sheepishly.

I moved my hands and we slowly began to drift back down to the roof. We landed with a gentle thud on the blanket and Alex glanced at me.

"I am so sorry," I said. "I guess I was just floating on air in that moment." I took a pause. "Literally."

Alex laughed and leaned forward and kissed me again, this time a peck.

"It's ok," he assured me. "It was actually pretty cool. Just warn me next time, alright?"

I laughed. "Deal."

After that, I helped him gather up the picnic supplies and we headed downstairs. After he dropped off the stuff in the kitchen, we walked back to our rooms hand in hand.

I walked up to my door and he rested his shoulder on the wall.

"So," I said. "What happens next?"

"I'll tell you at breakfast," he smiled mischievously.

"You and your surprises."

"It makes things fun."

I smiled and gave him a hug goodnight. He watched me go into my room and closed the door behind me. It took every bit of will power I had not to scream in giddy delight and shout to the whole world I had my first kiss with the most perfect guy. But I kept my composure and instead decided to go to sleep on this high note, glancing at the clock and realizing that it was already midnight.

I changed into my boxer shorts and a tank top as pajamas and climbed under the covers. I looked at the wall behind my bed that was shared between our two rooms. I kissed two of my fingers, placed them against the wall and then laid my head down on the pillow, drifting to sleep with happy thoughts.