Swing and A MIss - B. Eller
We grew up together. Her father put on my braces, my father was her basketball coach, and of course, her house was just a few down the road from mine. We parted ways and grew apart when she went to the private middle school, but my friends stayed in touch with her friends. We hadn't seen each other in 5 years, and she'd done a lot of growing up between age eleven and age sixteen. She was beautiful, which wasn't surprising, but, the amount of attention she paid me certainly was.
After a few months of hanging out with her friends, I finally worked up the courage to would hang out with her, and only her. 6 hours, 100 miles of driving, 3 stops for bathroom breaks, and a hundred awkward silences later, her car finally pulled up outside my front door. She looked into my eyes smiled, and turned away a little embarrassed.
"What?" I asked sheepishly.
"Nothing…" she replied with a grin.
I leaned in and she leaned in. My mom interrupted.
"You're supposed to call if you're not going to be home for supper"
Thanks mom. Both mom and girl walked me to the front door. When my mom realized that we'd been together all afternoon, it became apparent we were all pretty embarrassed. My mom said goodbye to my "friend" and rushed upstairs to watch out her bedroom window.
We stood in the doorway for what seemed like an hour, not knowing what to say.
"Bye," she said with a smile that is still burned into my memory.
"Yeah," I said, as I started to close the door. "Bye".
She leaned towards me, and I knew I no longer had a choice in the matter. I closed my eyes, leaned forward and puckered up. I landed on her nose.
After six hours of watching her, learning her features and studying her beautiful face, I somehow managed to find myself completely lost while trying to navigate my mouth towards hers. I suppose that's what you deserve for trying to pilot a first kiss with your eyes closed.
She started laughing, I started blushing, and my little brother started teasing.
"Let's try that again" she said. Thank God someone knew what they were doing.
Our lips connected, my brother grew nauseous, and my mother's heart soared from the upstairs window.
"Goodbye" she said, with that smile again.
"Yeah…" I grinned, "Me too."
When the door finally clicked shut I exhaled out for the first time since that morning. After two nervous months, and six awkward hours, she was finally mine… and she stayed mine,
for three whole weeks.
After a few months of hanging out with her friends, I finally worked up the courage to would hang out with her, and only her. 6 hours, 100 miles of driving, 3 stops for bathroom breaks, and a hundred awkward silences later, her car finally pulled up outside my front door. She looked into my eyes smiled, and turned away a little embarrassed.
"What?" I asked sheepishly.
"Nothing…" she replied with a grin.
I leaned in and she leaned in. My mom interrupted.
"You're supposed to call if you're not going to be home for supper"
Thanks mom. Both mom and girl walked me to the front door. When my mom realized that we'd been together all afternoon, it became apparent we were all pretty embarrassed. My mom said goodbye to my "friend" and rushed upstairs to watch out her bedroom window.
We stood in the doorway for what seemed like an hour, not knowing what to say.
"Bye," she said with a smile that is still burned into my memory.
"Yeah," I said, as I started to close the door. "Bye".
She leaned towards me, and I knew I no longer had a choice in the matter. I closed my eyes, leaned forward and puckered up. I landed on her nose.
After six hours of watching her, learning her features and studying her beautiful face, I somehow managed to find myself completely lost while trying to navigate my mouth towards hers. I suppose that's what you deserve for trying to pilot a first kiss with your eyes closed.
She started laughing, I started blushing, and my little brother started teasing.
"Let's try that again" she said. Thank God someone knew what they were doing.
Our lips connected, my brother grew nauseous, and my mother's heart soared from the upstairs window.
"Goodbye" she said, with that smile again.
"Yeah…" I grinned, "Me too."
When the door finally clicked shut I exhaled out for the first time since that morning. After two nervous months, and six awkward hours, she was finally mine… and she stayed mine,
for three whole weeks.
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Monday, August 27, 2007.
