Heeyyy. So I got a sudden burst of inspiration to write about a romantic scene that has never happened to me in this life time, but I've read so many books, damn I feel like I have lived through it. Hehe, well anyway, here it is..
It was cold outside, freezing in fact, and we were just sitting on the park bench across the street from me.. oh all the memories we had there. We've been friends for years and spent so many unplanned weekends there. I felt as if another memory would arise that day. One I will never forget. After a long day of snow ball fights with our friends we ditched them for a few to catch our breath, which was visible at the moment. He sat there, as I occasionally glanced at the air he were breathing, hoping he couldn't read minds.. What was going on in mine was flustering. It's been months, and he still hadn't guessed it..
His right leg was touching my left leg, and the area we interfaced was just about the warmest part on my body at that time. Silence was shared between us but it felt like we both had wanted to say something, anything at that moment. I side glanced him, and he was wearing his blue sweatshirt, the one he told me was his favorite. The one with the zipper that went halfway down, and the white strings that had one string seemingly always longer than the other, equipped with his dark faded skinny jeans I had gotten him last Christmas. The look on his face when I bought them was unforgettable. He didn't say anything at first, just smiled because they were those really expensive ones his mother didn't care to buy for considering the price. But I saved up my allowance for a few weeks and managed to get one of the last pairs online. He was also wearing his black and blue Nikes that had snow on the edges, not to mention the dirt that had accumulated over some time of wearing them.
I'm not sure if he had read my thoughts or not because he more than slightly whispered, "I know, I know, they're crap.." he chuckled.
"What? No they're not!" I smiled saying this because I could see that radiant smile of his gleaming at me.
"Excuses excuses. I saw you staring at them. And I sure as hell know you don't want them." After he said that, I immediately looked away, feeling embarrassed, and looked out into the open field.
"Even if I did want them, it's not like I can fit into your ginormous feet anyway." I said sarcastically.
He laughed, and so did I, and the silence returned. At this point all I could think of was that smile of his he effortlessly and modestly flaunted. His teeth so straight naturally, and white as the winter snow on the ground beneath our numb feet. On the contrary from my yellow brace-faced mouth which I caught him glancing at, at which point he turned away.
Desperate to break tensions, still staring out into the open field, I nonchalantly said, "So uh, how about that snowball fight?"
"It was pretty good, Eric throws like a girl though. I swear, Kim had a stronger arm than him."
"Did you see Tara and Jon behind their snowfort?"
"How could you not? Their making out practically shouted, 'Hey guys, look at us, were oh so very satisfied with each others tongues down each other's throat.' "
I couldn't help but laugh because it was true. "Oh gosh.."
I broke off into a silence because I finally managed to look back over at him, and he was looking right at me. But this time he didn't look away, and neither did I. I lost my train of thought once his hazel-green eyes had come into my focus, and from there I felt this weird butterfly feeling in my stomach. They didn't feel like butterflies though. Butterflies are light and airy, they flutter so gracefully. At this moment I felt utterly starstruck and my heart was pounding in a way my mind could not fully grasp. He slightly grinned leaving me no choice but to return the motion.
"Sam.." he softly whispered.
"Yeah?" I barely spatted back, my throat felt clogged. Whenever his voice whispered my body reacted to it with justice to it. He could seduce just about the crankiest girls on their periods with that kind of voice. It drove me wild.
"I have something to tell you, but I'm not sure how to say it.."
"Oh come on, we've been best friends for years, you know you could tell me anything." I flashed a smile.
He unhurriedly raised his hands to my face. His bare hands, feeling more frozen than my toes, gently caressed my rosy cheeks. I looked down for a minute, this point in time was just too intense for my handling. At the same time I just wanted to get lost in his eyes again, so my eyes arise to his and before a girl could even blink he leaned in. His soft, slightly chapped lips briskly met with mine and I melted. I seriously melted. His one hand on my face, the other on my side, he pulled me closer and even though we had body pressed against body, I still didn't feel close enough. Our lips were perfectly in sync moving up and down with each other like the ocean tide. So unpredictable.. His warm breath intertwined with mine and in that moment I couldn't have been happier. We both started smiling in the middle of the kiss and he pulled away.
"So this means..."
No need for him to continue to speak. I nodded my head yes, lustrously and leaned right back in. If I'm not mistaken I think he said something, but I couldn't pull away, he had me at this point where his irresistable lips were the only things I could think of. After the minutes and minutes of kissing we backed apart for a second, leaving me to say the one thing on my mind for months and months.
"I love you."
Without hesitation he said back in the most affectionate way possible, "I love you too."
There may not be such things as happy endings, but there are such things are perfect moments, and in life, you need to take advantage of every one you get, and never let any slip by, because the kind of high you get in those moments are no comparison to the high you get on drugs. They're naturally one of the most beautiful things on Earth, and there's not a minute, second, or moment on this Earth I've lived that has ever compared to the one that day. And I highly doubt there will ever be one.
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