First Kiss
"Lila, is it?" He asked.
"Um, yeah." She stared at his green eyes, and his messed up looking brown hair. She liked his hair. She liked his eyes. And she liked his smile. And... he was waiting for her to say something else. "So, do you live around here?"
"Down the block. You live right next door?"
"Um, yeah." She said again.
"How's city life treating you?" Simon asked.
"Well, we've only been here a day," she answered half heartedly.
"Really?" he laughed. "Your sister found a party quick. She is your sister, right?"
"What, did you think she was my Mom?" Lila asked dryly.
Simon laughed again. "No. Well, Lila, with tragically underdeveloped social skills, and a social butterfly for a sister. I can remember that."
"Yeah. Great." She turned toward the door.
"Whoa, whoa, it was a joke!" he protested.
She turned back. "It wasn't funny."
"Well, they always did say my jokes were awful. "For an example, knock knock."
Lila rolled her eyes. "Who's there?"
"Simon."
"Simon who?" She sighed.
"Simon doesn't want you to know his last name."
Lila wrinkled her nose. "How is that funny?"
"It's not. Punch?" he asked.
Lila stared at the punch. "Maybe not."
"Cautious, I like it. There's no alchochol." He offered her the cup.
"Thanks," Lila said quietly.
An hour later, Tracey came over. "Beer, anyone?"
Lila rolled her eyes, and shook her head. "I think we should go home, Tracey."
Tracey shook her head. "No way."
Simon laughed. "I think I'll leave now, too. See you round, Lila?"
"See you around," she said, smiling.
A year later
Lila laughed. Simon grinned. "I finally made you laugh."
She smiled. They were sitting on her bed. Subconsciously, she rested her head on his shoulder. There was a moment of silence. then, Simon put his hands on her shoulders. He whispered, "Lila, I want to ask you something."
"Anything." She grinned.
"Be my girl?"
Her eyes widened. She spun around, and without a work kissed him. It was a first kiss. Sweet, passionate, Lila leaned deeper into him. "Yes," she whispered. "Forever."
*.*
"Susan!" she practically shouted into the phone.
"Geez, Lila, I can hear you. What is it?"
"He kissed me! He kissed me!" Lila exclaimed.
"Who?" Susan asked curiously.
"Simon!" Lila said.
"Oh, the boy you've been talking about day and night for a year. Him." Susan laughed. "Did he ask you out?"
"Yes!"
"Okay. Tell me everything." Susan said. "And then say I can come over to your house at 5."
"What about telling you you can come over, then telling you everything?" Lila asked.
"No." Susan said firmly.
"Okay. Well, you can come over anyway." Lila said.
"You're not allowed to tell me that until later!" Susan laughed.
"You're distracting me."
"Sorry! So very sorry!"
*.*
Lila sat on the edge of her bed. She was 18. She'd dated Simon for 3 years, and tonight she wanted something else. She waited for him to come through the door, the way she knew he would. He would open it, walk through, close it, and then look her. And then he would smile, and walk towards her. He always did the same thing. He would hold her close, and kiss her, and look into her eyes.
She bounced slightly up and down on the bed, tapping her foot. She looked at the mirror. Then she looked away, she hated the mirror. 4 years later, and she still hated it. The room was more colorful, but she still hated the mirror. She wore a white dress with thin straps at the shoulders, which would have looked nice in any mirror but that mirror.
Then, Simon walked through the door. He came to the bed, and grinned. "Lila."
"Simon." She wrapped her arms around his waist. His eyes travelled down her dress. "You look gorgeous."
"The mirror doesn't agree," she said.
"The mirror doesn't know what it's saying," he smiled, and kissed her.
Lila moaned slightly. "I want you," she whispered in his ear.
Simon looked into her brown eyes for a moment, and then slowly began to slide the straps off her shoulders. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you. I always will."
