Actually, it just happened to work out that way. I wrote tonight, and it's for practice since I don't know where I'm going with this. I do know, however, it won't be a long piece. I'm thinking it will be a 3-5 part piece as an exercise. The good news is:
Hooray! I'm finally writing again! (Just in time for finals to start but... let's not talk about that.)
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I did it because Emma said she’d never kiss a boy with
virgin lips.
My best friend Danny will tell you that it was because he
convinced me to do it, but that wasn’t why. Yes, he did tell me to, but he was
kidding. He didn’t actually mean for me to do what he told me to, it was all
fun and games.
Standing of the porch of Emma’s house, the porch light
glowed purple from previous Halloween decorations, even though that was over
half a year ago. Danny and my friend, Greg, were with me, huddled in a bunch
around Amber. Her long, blond hair drew most guys in, such as Danny and Greg,
but somehow her flirtatious voice and sexy eyes repelled me. Emma, on the other
hand, sat on the white porch swing, her legs bringing her slowly back and forth
as she poked into the conversation here and again.
Emma was beautiful. Her short, auburn hair was cropped up
in a braid, and her eyes glowed purple under the porch light. I couldn’t help
but continue glancing over in her direction now and again, but I had to refrain
most of the time so that she didn’t know that I kept staring. At appropriate
intervals I would crack my knuckles, clear my throat, laugh a bit louder, and
everything else I could do to both keep myself occupied and wonder if she paid
attention to what I did.
Mind you, the kissing discussion was days before this
night. It was a night I had her alone on her couch going over math homework. I
helped her since she couldn’t comprehend numbers the way my mind did, and I was
happy to since we were in the same college course anyway. We only got on the
subject because one of her roommates came in the door and ranted a long story
about her bad boy-kissing experience she’d just had. Then Emma said it.
“I don’t know you do it. I would never kiss a boy with
virgin lips.”
This shouldn’t have bothered me as much as it did because
Emma and I weren’t a thing, so there was no rational reason for me to be upset.
Somehow, I was anyway.
Back to the conversation on the porch. I keep losing
myself in the point, here. The point was on the porch, and the story started on
the porch. Where Amber twiddled her hair, and Danny fiddled his thumbs, and I
did all I could not to piddle and make a fool of myself in front of Emma.
“Josh would be good at poker,” Amber said, blinking her
long, sexy eyelashes in my direction. Sometimes I think I annoyed her when I
didn’t give her the proper attention she required, which is why she ever
bothered acknowledging me at all. “Have you played, Josh?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I played. No good. Danny calls my
bluffs.”
“What? We haven’t played before,” Danny said, but then
raised his eyebrows. “I see what you did there.”
I was the smartest guy I knew, yet I couldn’t seem to
figure out how to get the attention of the right girl. Hoping I impressed her
with my pre-planned wit, I turned to look at Emma, but she focused on chipping
the polish off her fingers.
That was when, out of nowhere, a white car pulled up and
came to a screech in front of the house. Since it was well past midnight,
nobody else was out, nor had anyone come by for at least an hour. Needless to
say, all our attention turned to the white car as the passenger window rolled down
and a girl with long, shiny red hair leaned out the window.
“Hey. You want to kiss me?”
I remembered that she said it that way. It wasn’t, “Come
kiss me,” or “One of you want a kiss?” so none of us knew who she was talking
to.
“Who’s that?” asked Greg. I didn’t know, and neither did
Danny, so together we shrugged.
Amber giggled and I caught myself staring at the girl in
the passenger’s seat. Not because she was outstandingly gorgeous, but something
else. In fact, from that distance I would have rated her a 7 out of 10, or a
6.4 at the lowest.
“Should I do it?” Danny asked, chuckling. “I’m tempted.”
“You should,” Amber said. “Don’t you think one of them
should, Emma?”
Since the attention was on Emma, I allowed myself to look
back and stare this time. It’s okay when she was the one talking, right?
Instead of responding, she shrugged. “Danny kisses everyone, so who cares.”
“Maybe I should, then,” Greg said. “She’s pretty.”
I don’t know what got into me. Maybe a flash of stupid,
maybe some other form of blank brain. All I remember was walking toward the car
and watching her face transform from a 6.4 to a 8.3 the closer I got, and by
the time I stood right next to her she was a 9.2, but still not the most
gorgeous being on the planet. Her eyes were grey and sparkling, her skin looked
soft, and her long red hair dazzled me. That was why the only thing I remember
thinking when I leaned down was that I would never kiss another girl as pretty
as her again. So I did it: I kissed her for a few short seconds, then pulled
away from her lips. Mine tingled in a weird way where they both begged for more
and questioned why I stopped.
I also hadn’t noticed that, in that time, Danny came
right next to me and patted me on the back. “I believe you just took his first
kiss, madam,” he said to the red-headed girl. “With that said, what are you
doing tomorrow night?”
The reality of the situation caught up to me. I flushed,
embarrassed of myself. What had I done? It had been my first kiss, and I bet
she knew it by the way my lips hadn’t moved much. What shocked me most was
realizing that I gave my first kiss to the most beautiful stranger I’d come across,
and I didn’t mind, somehow.
Then, with dread, it occurred to me that Danny had come
in to take my place, so my time had come and gone. There would be no competing
with his brooding, masculine frame compared to me average one. He was tall,
dark, and handsome, I was thin, white, and “cute” as some girls would say.
Whatever that means.
“I’m available for dinner. Meet here at seven?” she
asked, her grey eyes sparkling more.
“He’ll be here.”
Then the white car and the girl with long red hair drove
away. It wasn’t until Danny pounded me on the back again that I realized he
didn’t set himself up with her, he set me up.
“Josh,” he said after the back pound. “You must be out of
your head tonight. Either she was one helluva beautiful girl to you, or
you’re one helluva’n idiot. I like your style.”
It wasn’t until I turned around and saw Emma and Amber
curled over on the porch, laughing, that it dawned on me: Emma noticed me.
