My social life has been pretty good for the past 5 years. People don't think I'm a geek, I'm not particaularly cool, like shawn, but I have significant friends.
And i have no idea how I ended up in this mess. Handcuffed to a locker, with hippie creepo Topanga Lawrence chained to my other hand.
She looks like she's about to kiss me, but I can't allow that to happen. Imagine my social life, it would spiral downwards if I kissed a girl. And Topanga Lawrence at the least. Sure, shes cute, but she's a hippie, a real soul woman. I'm not into that...I think.
But despite the girl, I'm not ready to kiss one. Any of them. Time moves slowly, as she advances. At least she knows what she wants. I am sweating, and my heart is palpitating. I'm not ready for this, it means commitment, it means teasing, and shipping. It means the loss of my freedom.
I might have been like that once, but I can't.
Until her lips properly touch mine. Those soft, adorable, full lips that make mine melt.
And suddenly all the memories return. The memories that I was keeping locked in a box at the back of my mind since that day. Since the day I betrayed my one true love.
Holding hands at 1, climbing over crib rails. Nap time, Feeny, Shawn, Candy Rings, and Fireflies.
I know what I need now. I need Topanga Lawrence. From now up until my life ends.
But I can't tell her that. Not now.
Since I was born, until the day of the Fireflies, I was walking through life with the perfect girl. Then I made the worst mistake of my life.
The kiss seems so much longer than it is, and as she pulls away, I think I push her away, from reflex and worry about my reputation. But I shouldn't care about that anymore. I'm older now. I was wiser as a child, when I didn't care what criticism came towards us.
For 2 years Shawn tried to get us back together. I ignored him, and he gave up, and followed along with my teasing her, the hippie outlaw of the class.
No more. I'd rather catch Fireflies for the rest of my life, as long as it's with Topanga Lawrence.