It was Friday and I was going over to Blake’s house to hangout. Andy and I still hadn’t talked. I was determined to push him out of my mind. Andy later. Blake now.
I walked over to Blake’s house and rang the doorbell. He opened the door and swiftly kissed me on the cheek.
“Good evening glorious,” He said grinning.
He likes alliterations. I met his mom. She’s a nice lady, a bit hyper though. We went down to his basement which had been designated the hangout room equipt with pingpong/ pool table, flat screen TV, Couch, Big poofy chair, computer, and one very large rack of videos and dvds.
“Pick one,” He said.
“I don’t care, you pick.”
“No, you.”
“No, you,” We teasingly argued until he grabbed my waist and kissed me. I mean, really kissed me. His arms were wrapped around me tightly, his body pressed close to mine.
We stood, making out for I don’t know how long. Then we suddenly remembered breathing was crucial to life and our lips broke apart.