The next day it was awkward between us. I mean come on, what are the odds that the guy I like lives next to me. I really like him though. So what happened that day I couldn't believe. We bumped into each other at recess, he said "hey, how are you?" I am like "good is there something you want?" "Umm…yeah I guess. Uh would you like to hang out sometime? I heard there some good movies out if you would like to go with me?" "sure that would be nice" "cool pick you up tomorrow at 8:00?" "cool" I was probably giggling like an idiot.
The next day at 8:00 (on the date) the movie was awesome, we shared the popcorn it was really romantic. Afterwards we went back to his place to hang out. The place was amazing. We went up to his room and it was just us. The room was fizzing with our connection. We were making small talk about the weather and then we found each others eyes and we absentmindedly moved closer until our noses were touching and almost kissed (ALMOST) until his mum burst in asking if we wanted any drinks.
After that he took me to my house and walked me to my door. We said bye and he walked off and I was just about to open the door but instead rushed after him and grabbed his arm and said "wait, you forgot something" He turn around and I kissed him.
It wasn't just a peck, it was a full on pash. Probably acting like a slut I pressed my body up against him and he kissed me back. When it died down we were breathing heavy, then we actually said bye and went home.
I went straight to bed wondering what I would say to my besties.