Mine

Avery

The First Date- one of the most awkward situations a girl can willing throw herself into. Guys were not my thing. Not that I swung the other way in relationships. I just never actually got to call anything mine. I had "kissed" one boy at a party. It was a dare. Funny thing was I didn't actually kiss him... I grabbed his face, pushing my thumb between our lips, so they never actually touched. I immediately dragged him behind a tree, and made him swear not to tell that I had not carried out the dare. Meanwhile, the group we left behind assumed that I was turned on and just dragged Makenna Fall's brother behind that tree to make out with the little dweeb. Reality was, I was pressing my fist under his chin threatening to sucker punch the kid's teeth out if he told a soul. Poor Clayton. He's terrified of me to this day. Another funny fact, is that's the most outspoken I've ever been. The most courage I had ever had was forcing a dorky boy that still slept with his nightlight (even though we were well out of our elementary school days) to keep my secret... To cover my lie.

The First Kiss- the second most awkward situation a girl can willingly subject herself too. Why something so intimate doesn't rate first, is because it'll only last a few seconds at most. Another reason, is when it's the right time, it's just natural. You simply just do it, unlike the date, which last hours, and you have to force yourself to put effort into it. With The Kiss, it just happens, and once its happening, no matter how horrible The First real kiss is, it's perfect in every way. No girl likes being covered in her partners' spit, and other people's tongues just shouldn't be in your mouth. But that's just part of The First Kiss. What made mine so special, was that it was with Matthew Peeves. The Matthew Peeves. I hadn't known him for a full 24 hours.Yet there we were. In the light of a fire. On the banks of a lake. Bundled up in our coats and blankets... The actual date part barely mattered. It was just a set up for the big kiss

We, well I, had decided that evening to go to the movies. I thought a movie was a neutral option. If he wanted to be cliché, he'd turn my head, and just smash my lips to his in the middle of the stupid horror flick we'd chosen to see. Another cliché option was me being "terrified" (or not, since it took a lot to scare me) and us getting cozy together. Him pulling the classic movie move, where the guy thinks that he slyly put his arm around you and you just shut up and let it happen. The last option was not a romance novel cliché. It was more of a classic Avery cliché. We would both just sit there, watching the movie, and I could hide inside myself. No forced conversations, and the silence would never be awkward. Matt had a different cliché in mind, though. That southern charm cliché.

"Uh, you missed the turn."

"Mm. Pretty sure I didn't."

"I know you're a confident person, but you are very new to this area. The movie theater is down that road."

"I know you think I'm taking you to a movie, but you are very new to me. Our turn isn't for another 5 minutes." I stared in awe.

" Matt, where are we going?" I was a tad nervous, not knowing where I was going. First I was rushed to get ready after he showed up half an hour early, ( I had barley touched a foundation brush, and Jess had just finished curling my hair and was neatly pinning a black knit beanie in place when he arrived) and now I was being taken to a disclosed location. How could I not be even the slightest bit flustered?

"Baby, just trust me." Did Matthew Peeves just call me baby? Was Matthew Peeves really driving me to a mystery location? I wanted to smile, and wonder in excitement where we were going, like a normal girl. But my nerves got the best of me. I sunk back in my seat, and felt the blush rising up my cheeks.

Tonight would be a long night...

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