summertime
6:21 p.m. x 2005-02-03
Last thing I would have ever expected was this. Us. It's this incredibly satisfying feeling that just leaves you full and warm, like a cup of hot chocolate with that little spoonful of whip cream surprise on the top. Never would have thought.
I remember squinting from the summer sun just for a quick glance of him standing there, clipboard in hand. Maybe more than glancing. Ok, gawking. Tan skin, gorgeous smile, humor, taste, he had it all. I knew I wasn't the only girl staring, but the competition didn't really matter; I didn't think anything would come of it anyway. I was a hair from 16 and he was perfect. I always was a dreamer in the unrealistic sense. Never would have thought.
I remember when all the smartass, catch-me-if-you-can teasing finally paid off. "Do you like the lake?" I didn't even understand him at first I was so caught off guard. Danced in the driveway like my neighbors couldn't see me that night. Never would have thought.
I remember sitting in the bathroom the night before, still amazed at the fact he asked me, and telling him everything I thought he wanted to hear. Most girls lie. I meant it. Defiance and thrill when he picked me up. Don't know if he ever forgave me for being such a distraction while he drove, but those ears just looked so vulnerable; I couldn't help myself. Creeping into his room at 2 am, trying my best not to giggle. Never would have thought.
I remember being held in his arms for the first time. I couldn't find it in me to close my eyes and fall asleep. So surreal when the lights are out, under his covers. Sunrises are just so depressing after meeting him. Looking out the window and wondering how the night could have went by so fast. Then I'd glance back over at him, still asleep, mouth agape, snoring, the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on. Never would have thought.
Did he?