Thanks Sarah for helping me out. It has been a very hectic last 4 days. Okay, my story.

He was one of the most handsome boys I had ever met. Black hair, deep blue eyes, and best of all for a 14 year old girl, he could drive. I had the biggest crush on the hottie, 16 year old 2 blocks from my house.

I was coming out of my very gangly, homley stage and felt like I never had a chance with him, so in my inexperianced way, I flirted and mooned over him along with every other girl in town.

My mom had been very lucky to befriend His mom, Greg’s mom, Victoria. We had been invited several times to their house and even to a couple of family parties. On one such family party Victoria asked me to go for a walk around the yard with her. A bit confussed I agreed and as we walked around watching the smaller kids run through the sprinklers and slip and slide she asked me in her strong french accent, “do you know that their are a lot of pretty girls here”?
“U-huh” was all I could articulate to answer.
“My Greg has eyes for only one very pretty girl. Do you know who she is”?
My heart sank. My tiny little dash of hope was gone because she could not mean me.
“I’m guessing that blond bombshell talking to him over there.” Still wondering why she is asking me this. So weird.
“No, not her.”
“Ummmmm, my sister Colleen? She and Greg talk a lot” was my next reply.
“Most definatley not.”
“Yeah, I really don’t know.”
“Maybe he will make it clear to us later.”
“Ummmmm, okay.” What the heck is she talking about?

I watched Greg that whole day. Every girl would come by and flirt with him and he was a huge flirt back. I still had no idea who he liked. As we drove home that night. Victoria begged my mom to let me drive home with her boys so that there would be room for her in our little Ford. Even if she had just come home with us there would have been room, but with her other son’s agreeing and having the chance to ride home with Greg, I readily agreed. I guess I still had some hope that I could turn his head.

That night as we drove home I finally realized who Greg liked at the party. He would stare at me in his rear view mirror and as our eyes would meet he would smile at me. I was in a bit of shock and didn’t smile back.
“Holy Crap” is all I could say in my head the whole way home. He then drove to his house and dropped off his brother’s.
“Why don’t you come up front?”
“Sure.” that was all I could get out of my mouth.
His mom then came out of the house and asked me to stay over that night.
“I already cleared it with your mom. I need another girl’s touch with this meal I have to make for my husband and his co-worker’s. I also need someone to help me clean the house.”
“I, ayeah, I guess I can help.”
We then went into the house and everyone was off to bed. As I lay on their couch that night recalling my strange day I hear someone coming into the living room.
“Are you asleep?”
“Not yet”
“Can I come in?”
“Sure, I guess. Will your mom be mad that you’re in here?”
“Nah, she doesn’t mind.”

I sat up on the couch and Greg came and sat very close to me. My heart began to beat hard in my chest, my breathing began to come quicker at the thought of him sitting so near. I began to feel very strange. I felt my whole body become cold, but I felt like I was on fire at the same time.
“Do you know I was really dissapointed in today’s party.”
“Oh?” My voice shook.
He said something to me, but I didn’t understand. It was beautiful the way the words rolled off his tongue and the way he said it while looking into my eyes and holding my hand.
“What did you just say?” was I losing my mind?
“I am just trying to impress you. That was french. Do you want me to tell you what I said?”
“Yeah, I mean that was beautiful, but yeah.” Oh why did I sound like such a 14 year old?
“I was disapointed that the prettiest girl at the party didn’t come and talk to me. You are the girl that I want.”
“but I am no were near as pretty as the other girls at the party. Are you teasing me? if you are it’s really cruel.” Oh shut up mouth! Don’t go being so defensive right now.
“I am in no way teasing you . I’ll prove it.”
He then leaned over to me and placed his lips on mine. I was inexperianced and shocked. I couldn’t help myself. My knees began to shake, my hands went ice cold, and my breathing became very rapid. He smelled so good, like Calvin Klein cologne and whatever soap he used in the shower, a smell that lingered in my mind all night. I still was weak in the mornig from the memory. That boy was a good kisser.

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