Short Story #6

Soooo tired today. This 6th story is going to be interesting to write. Not a lot of sleep last night thanks to cat fights and bumping plants off the windowsill at 5 in the morning. I couldn’t go back to sleep and have been on the go ever since (it is 10:48 pm as I type this). I am determined not to miss a day so here I write with one eye closed. Just kidding, but almost. This is practice in writing when you don’t have much time or energy.


Maybe Firsts

He closed in for a hug goodbye. Even though her mom and his dad were talking he was sure they would see him.

“Thanks for a great day,” he whispered in her ear and gave a quick peck on the cheek facing away from the parental units. He trailed his right hand down her arm as he came out of the hug, bending his fingers around the tips of hers.
“Thanks for coming. I had fun,” she replied, lowering her eyes to her feet while her cheeks glowed a warm pink.

“We should do it again before the holidays are over.”

“I’m sure everybody would enjoy that,” she said.

“Or maybe it could just be us.”

Her smile wrapped around her face, “or we could do that.”

He stretched his arm as he moved towards the car and she followed for a few steps, not wanting to let go.

“Bye. I’ll call you.”

“Bye,” her eyes twinkled as they lost touch.

She stood by her mother and watched them leave taking in a deep breath and sighing.

“I see all your friends enjoyed the get together. It was kind of Jeremy to stay and help with the clean-up,” her mother commented, watching her closely. She’d liked him immediately upon meeting him earlier today. “Could it be that our little girl has her first boyfriend?”

“Mom,” she whined. “Sixteen isn’t little anymore… and maybe.” She tried to hide the mischievous lift of her lips as she remembered how soft his were. She was surprised when he had put his arm around the back of her chair and played with her hair. They’d smiled at each other and she’d inched a fraction closer, trying not to make it obvious to anyone.

They were all squashed onto the benches around the firepit, laughing and chatting. No one noticed, because if they had they would have pointed it out to the others. Once everyone had left, they sat on their own facing each other and talking, which was something neither of them did a lot of in a group. Brushing a moth away from her hair they had moved towards one another and… her first kiss.

She wondered when she could say that she had a boyfriend. Would he officially ask her? She didn’t know how these things worked, but she couldn’t wait to find out. If he wanted to. But what if he didn’t. Maybe he was just having fun today. How would this work when they got back to school in the new year? Was it going to be awkward? Would they have to avoid each other? If it did happen, would they tell anyone? She didn’t know if she wanted others to know. She wanted to keep it special, away from the drama she always witnessed the others causing in relationships. That was if they had a relationship.

As she closed her bedroom door her phone pinged.

              Hi. How’d you like to go bowling next weekend?

She started typing, then paused not wanting to seem over the top eager. But why not? She was. Before she could finish another ping.

             Just us.

Yes! Yes! Yes! It was happening. Her first date.

by Debbie Gravett © 2020.11.30

Image by freestocks-photos from Pixabay

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