"Kissing is like drinking salted water. You drink, and your thirst increases." - Chinese Proverb
"Cee! This is exciting! Oh, my god, what if -what if- Ryan, you know, goes for-"
"Harper, not on my watch."
Blood rushed up into my cheeks terribly with chagrin. I hid my face into a pillow from the couch, wishing not to believe that my dad had walked in on us in the living room. More so, I couldn't believe that Harper actually was going to say that. Dad wasn't really that fond of Harper. On the contary, it seemed that he wanted to kill Harper on some occasions. Dad thought that she was absurd and way too annoying. Yet, Father did try to like Harper because she was one of my very best friends.
"Just joking, Edward." I could tell that Harper was rolling her eyes by the sound of her sudden persnickety voice.
"You have no idea how excellent that is to hear," growled Father. He gave me a sharp look. It seemed to read don't-even-think-about-it. I rolled my eyes at him. Father knew me better than that.
"Ex-cell-en-tay," whispered Harper with her amazingly good fake Spanish accent. Air blew from my mouth and then came through my lips. I started laughing like a maniac, digging my face deeper into the fluffy pillow that I had clutched in my hands. Harper snorted and landed on my side, dying of laughter like myself. All of my embarrassment washed away at that point.
Ryan and I were sitting together next to the small river by my house. It was night time, very quiet, very still, and very romantic. We both sat on an old worn blanket, staring out at the sky above us. Ryan had his arm tightly wrapped around my shoulders, my head leaning on one side of his marble, granite neck. He had been showing me the stars, naming them with ease, like he had done it so many times before. I felt, well, comfortable with him. There was not an ounce of worry in my stomach when Ryan was touching me. It was all so relaxed now.
After exploring the stars, we were silent for a while. I was feeling sleepy and tired, but also extremely content just because I was with Ryan. He was all I was thinking about. I had no second thoughts anymore.
I laid my back down on the blanket, sighing as my head landed softly on the comfortable material. I shut my wary eyes as the wind blew gently with a lulling feel.
Suddenly, a small gust of cool breath touched my face. My eyes fluttered open instantly, finding that Ryan was close to me. In fact, his perfectly anguler nose was an inch away from mine. His hands were on either side of my face. Ryan's breath was slow and even, his golden eyes gleaming in the moonlight as they locked with mine. I caught my breath quickly as it started to slip away. My heart accelurated rapidly, pumping blood at an unnatural speed. Ryan whispered my name, saying it as if it were a precious gem that people would die for. His posh face moved closer to mine. Closer, closer, closer...
Our lips were almost touching. I closed my eyes, fearing that they would roll to the back of my skull. I didn't want Ryan to see that.
Ryan once again whispered my name. Taking a chance, I was praying that my eyes could control themselves, I opened them, staring up into his. Daringly, I carefully placed a hand into his perfectly styled dark hair, touching it's softness. I pulled Ryan's head down more, so that our lips could finally meet...
And when they did, after daydreaming about this moment, I thought that my whole being was melting, like the Wicked Witch of the West when she got water poured on her by Dorothy...
Ryan's lips, cold and hard, brushed against mine in such a way that it should qualify as an art. I parted my own slightly, not wanting to make this even harder for him. Plus, I did not want to overdue my very first kiss. Ryan's delicious breath entered my mouth for a brief moment. His lips grew suddenly taut and then dissappeared from mine. In fact, I didn't feel anything at all. I didn't feel his presence anymore...
Then, it hit me.
Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, no...
Ryan left. I was completely alone. My hand was stupidly hanging up in mid-air, my lips parted, my green eyes closed. Rejection and hurt rushed through my body like a tidalwave...