♥ Black Kisses By: Arimay 1. How It All Started It was Fall, my perfect season, the reason being? This moment was meant to be perfect. I was reading Teen Weekly magazine under a big arecked tree that seemed to cover my brown eyes from the setting orangey sun it was a pretty evening really. Suddenly a boy came up, about my age, brown hair, brown eyes like me. "Sorry, I um, my cousin he through the ball over here by accendent we were playing around." he pointed scratching his head rather trying to be casual. He spoke so purely, and with a slight British accent, that had atracted me, and so did he. "Oh, sorry." I responded handing him the ball that was placed directly next to me, on my right to be exact. "Oh it's not your fault. My fault for even throwing the ball by you." he said more convidently than he did last time. "Uh, alright well I'll um, see you I guess. You go to Cecil S. High School?" I asked putting down my magazine. "Um, yeah I just moved here, actually." he said tossing the ball back and forth in his sweaty palms, he was nervous but from the tone of his voice, he didn't seem that way. "Cool, well see ya." I said and waved a laughter wave than ran forward and through the ball to another boy then ran ran around the other sode so the ball wouldn't fly my way anymore. If only he was mine, those darling mussles and that pretty face and a handsom body plus, a British accent. I wish it was mine, I wanted it.
1. How It Happened I slammed my locker hard and he was there again, I jumped back. "You scared me!" I said leaning on the green locker. "Sorry, we just didn't get to talk and I'd like to get to know you...?" he asked in a begging type of voice staring at me wide eyed, I sighed acting like I wasn't all that interested but I really, really was. "My name is Jamie, I'm seventeen, how are you today?" I said holding my arms wide open waiting for an acceptance. He smiled a bright, big smile. "Mayson, seventeen, I'm fine, Jamie how are you?" I couldn't help but smile at how he said that. "I'm fine too." I said giggling a little he leaned forward and giggled too. "Good, good. So, what do you say friday we could go bowling? Not a date but, to get to know eachother, just two friends in the making, hanging out?" he said shoving his hands in his jacket, smiling. I couldn't believe this though, the second time we talk he asks me to go out with him, bowling? How nice, how sweet, how...manly of him. "Alright, can we meet in the parking lot around six you say?" I asked hopeful. "How about you can just text me your address and I'll pick you up?" he said leaning down laughing. "That seems more simple." I responded as he reached into his book bag taking out a peice of paper and handing it to me. It was written in cursive typed up on the computer. It read, Mayson, Call or text me, 609-889-0206 Also, come over and hang with me, 889 Twelth Street I took it and held it in my palm, he prints them out? In cursive? Does he play girls? And...in cursive? It didn't matter, were friends, I didn't want or need to fall in love.
2. Bowling "Mom! I'm going out with a friend at six!" I yelled from the top of our steps to our house. "With who?" she asked scraping the food off a pan, I could tell of how she did it, it sounded very fermiliar and then came to mind for me that it was the scraping of the pan. "A new boy, Mayson." I said walking down the steps rather slowly brushing my brown hair. "Okay, are you meeting him or is he picking you up?" she said as soon as she saw me down by her. "He's picking me up." I said walking to the living room mirror just for decoration but I used it to look at myself, fixing all the strans of hair that seemed to be out of place. "Good, I want to meet him." she said very motherly. I could see all the wonder in her eyes, was he a good guy? Maybe a little bad? Didn't obey the rules? "It will be fine Mom, he's super sweet." I responded taking the brush back to the bathroom where it origanally belonged. Just then the doorbell rang and a sence of happiness and excitment ran through me, I was ready to burst. I opened the door to him, looking at him made a chill go through my body, I loved though. "Common in, my Mom just wants to meet you." I said as he took a few steps throug the door. "Oh, okay. That'll be no problem." he said in his perfect British accent which really drew me to him, it was just so pure, perfect, fluid. Another thing I loved of him. "Hi, Mayson I'm Jamie's Mom, nice to meet you." my mother said happily washing her hands than drying them off with a towel then reaching her hand out to shake his. They did and Mayson spoke once again in the perfect voice. "It's nice to meet you, uh, Jamie's Mom." she giggled at that, clearly she liked the boy too. "Well, Mayson should we be heading off to bowl?" I asked. "Oh, yes right. I of course won't have her home too late, Miss..." he asked hoping for the last name. "Gundling." she said nodding. "Miss Gundling, take care." he said waving. "You too, Mayson." and we walked off to his car. Of course he opened the door for me like the gentle man he was, he got in on the other side, the drivers side and then backed out the driveway and onto the open rodes to the bowling ally. We didn't talk very much on the way there, I guess we were just a little uncomfortable. We were soon at our destination and walked to the front counter where they had all the bowl shoes, so you wouldn't slip on the wooden floors. "I'll pay." I said taking out my wallet from my back pocket. "No your not." he took my hand smiling and took out his money instead. He took my hand, face to face, hand in hand...one word, magic. "Fine." I nodded looking back down, I grabbed my shoes and we both made our way to an ally. He sat at the pannel where you put in the names. For my name he put in, "Mayson's Crush". I did the same for his name but instead put in, "Jamie's Crush". It made me flush tomato red, I was sure. But, we had a good time other than that, we talked, laughed and learned alot about eachother word for word. I was realy fun but I had to leave in mind, sadly this wasn't a date.
3. Meeting of The Family The next few days we hung out, just as friends though which really got me bummed out. I know I said I didn't want or need to fall and love, and those are true statments but, I was. I couldn't help myself, it not like a can control this natural thing for me. This is where all parts of my story went up hill for me, or known as the good, the simple and sweet parts. I slammed my locker very softly this time knowing everything was good, and certainly there was Mayson my...friend. "I want you to do something for me." he said staring at me with a hopeful look. "What?" I asked very cautiously preparing for what he was about to say. I already knew to much about him to know that he would do a crazy thing. Of course it was from all the stories and things he told me while we bowled. "Meet my family?" oh, I thought. Well, that seems simple enough. "Sure, when?" I asked looking back in my books sorting through what I needed for my next class. "...After school? Like right after school? You can call your Mom telling her that we would like to spend sometime together?" he suggested moving forward towards me. "Lets see," I said pulling out my planner book to see if I was free. "Um, ya were good. So right after you can drive me over?" I asked officially. "Yup." he nodded helping me as my books started to fall to te side but instead he caught them. "Thanks, and cool. Meet you at your locker at the end of the day and we'll go." I said walking off from my crush. I just hated this though, the fact we liked eachother and we knew it but yet, we wouldn't go out. I wanted to, badly. So much I would go crazy desperate. Only if I could know if he really felt the same way.
Hey arimay very good story and how you keeping up and how is riri. Oh! I forgot I think this story is going to turn up like twilight cos thats what it sounds like so be careful
3. Meeting of The Family I soon finished packing up my bookbag with millions of study sheets and homework papers, when I was done with that I slowly walked to Mayson's locker. He had been looking through papers and writing notes down from a text book onto one of his study sheets. "Hey." I said walking forward to him. "Hey, let me just finish this sentence than we'll go, did you call your Mom yet?" he asked looking down on his paper. "No, I'll call her now." I said watching as everyone left the building and I pulled out my phone. I quickly dialed the house phone number but, she didn't answer. It was just the voice machine. "Hey Mom I hope you don't kind but I'll be riding along with Mayson to his parents house to meet the family. I'll be home around..." I said looking up at Mayson hoping he would give me the time it would be best to return home. He held up six fingers. "...six. Love you, see you then, bye." I hung up and he was putting his things away in his book bag. "Okay you all ready?" I asked he nodded and pulled his keys out of his pockets. "Yup, let's go." he said walking to the exit door, I followed and we both got in his car. Minutes later we arrived at this beautiful house by some forest life, a beautiful house made of polished white bricks and oh, they looked rich and brand new! Behind, in their backyard was a big feild filled with tiny blue flowers in bedded in it. Around the house their were flowers everywhere and many tree and perfectly cut bushes, it was amazing. "This is where you live?" I asked with excitment to step through the door. "Yes, shall we?" he said laughing then leading his arm out to the door. I touched his arm and sweeped my hand down it towards the door. He owned it for and and everything just took me away. "Wow." I said in amazment of the luving room, it was very fancy. There were long draped curtains down rows in between the rows were white rows which were the walls of course, a plasma screen TV and a fireplace running up the tall white wall. As I admired the place Mayson's parents soon came from the kitchen to us. "Mom, Dad this is a new friend I made, her name is Jamie." he said putting his hands to my shoulders, I smiled and shook their hands. "Hi, it's nice to meet you, and your house it's just beautiful." I said still smiling a big bright smile. "Its nice to meet you too, Jamie. Mayson has been talking off you for a while now, it's nice to finally meet you." Mayson's Mom had said very kindly. "It is Jamie, you don't know how much he's talked of you." Mayson's Dad had said almost as kindly as his Mother. Mayson smiled brightly at how much attention they were giving me. "Jamie, should we go play some football out back?" asked Mayson grabbing a ball from a table nearby. Now I was nervous, I couldn't play. I flushed red. "Uh, that may not be a good idea for me." I said staring at the football he held in his hand. "Please." he begged making the puppy dog face, it was stupid but somewhat adorable. Finally, I agreed. "Fine, but you'll have to teach me a few things." I said catching the ball when he tossed it to me. "At least you can catch." he said leading me outside and I followed. He back up a long way and held his hands out. "Through it over here!" he called from a long distance, my eyes went wide, I can't do this. I through it than covered my eyes. To my hope I looked back up, it went...pretty far...well, kind of. About half way. Mayson ran over with a bright smile on his face. He rolled his eyes. "That was pathetic." he said walking behind me taking my by my hands, placing the ball in my hand and taking it back than helping me through it farther this time. "Like...that..." he said staring into my eyes and me staring into his, we slowly passionatly leaned, than leaned, than leaned...but than he through us back and we both landed on the ground. I flushed red once again. "What was that for?" I asked still laying in the damp ground next to him. "I just don't want to ruin our friendship...unless you want me to?"
4. Kiss Me "Ruin it." I whispered leaning in to him, he did to than our eyes closed and soon our lips met, pressing together so powerfully. One spark shot than maybe another, faster and faster the sparks grew, stronger and stronger. All I could see in my mind was his love. Than, we let go. Perfect, my perfect kiss and it was the first one with him, the first was perfect, natural, strong, independent. I could go I for a million years but that would waste time, precious time without being with him. Today, crushes turn into love. I smiled at him, he was to the side of me, holding me in his protecting but graceful arms. "Boyfriend?" I asked him, a simple way of asking him if he wanted to be. "If you want be to." he said smiling kissing my forehead. "Than yes, but I only want you to be if you don't mind?" I asked making sure of his feeling too, like a good...girlfriend should. "I don't mind, I'll like it...well, maybe just a little bit more than a liking." he said looking down on himself giggling just a little. "Oh, you will." I said leaning in to kiss him again a little more feeling to the kiss this time. Than we got up and I held his hand, I couldn't really believe the fact that I was in love with somebody I had only known for well, a week. But it was true, I couldn't change a thing that very moment, ever. It was just, perfect, pure, extatic. We both walked back to the house, wit things changed, more exposed, things went all great. It really was the happiest relationship I had.