A short story about something that really happened to me
I couldn't stand staying there anymore. I tried not to run, I walked to my room. Immediately when I closed the door, I flung to the bed and cried. I cried my eyes out. I had never had this feeling before, as if my heart was broken into a million pieces. I wanted to cry the feeling out of my eyes. It was a silent cry, I was so afraid anyone would find out about this. Eventually, I sat up, and wiped my tears. I sneaked to the bathroom, hoping no one would see me. I cleaned up, and went back to the living room. There was nobody there, so I sat down by the computer. I tried to do something, but I couldn't. I just sat there, staring into the screen.
After a while, I noticed the sounds coming from downstairs. People were laughing, talking, and having fun. I wanted to be a part of that. I knew he was down there. I wanted so bad to be with him. But she was also there too. I decided to go downstairs. I went in, and what do I see? I see him on the beanbag, and guess who was in his arms. She. I kept my feelings inside, and sat down to watch the movie with them. It was a good movie, one that I had wanted to see in a long time. But I couldn't really enjoy it. He left after a while, I wanted to go upstairs and say goodbye, but she was there, and I would not want to see what was going on between them. So I stayed. My heart was up there with him, but my eyes weren't. Thank God.
The day after, my sister accidentally poured out some dessert I had made, thinking it was supposed to be there, in the garbage. That was the last drop. At first, I just stared into the counter, but then my tears started streaming silently down my cheeks. I focused on the sadness of my loss of dessert, but I couldn't hide my broken heart. My sister thought I was crying because of what she did, but it wasn't. She left, and I just sat there, it felt like forever. I felt like I couldn't move. My insides were all stirred up. This feeling, it was so new. Not like any other. It was more painful than if he would have hit me. More painful than any physical pain. I wanted to replace the pain inside with a physical pain. Now, I could totally understand how people can hurt themselves on purpose. But I'm not the kind of person to do that.
I healed, eventually. I didn't forget about it, though. I sort of forgot about him. I didn't see him for a long time. But then, the time came to see him again.
It was a party; he was having it at his house. My brother's friend was taking us there, me and my brothers. At first, when we came there, we had a long discussion on what pizzas to order. I was in a good mood, my broken heart was healed. I felt a bit cruel; I sat down when I came in a way so that he couldn't sit down next to her. After a while, we ended up in positions where he was sitting next to me. I was very aware of that. I thought I should make a move. I put my head on his shoulders, and he lifted up his arm to put it around him. I have no idea what the movie was about after that. I was only thinking about him. She noticed us, but it didn't seem like she cared. I don't know why, but I didn't care that she didn't care. My thoughts were "Haha! I win!" That's really kind of mean. We ended up on the beanbag, me lying close to him. I felt his warmth, and it was so good. I never wanted to leave. We kept flirting, but I didn't know if he thought this was just a thing friends do, or maybe he did this with all his girl friends, or if he really liked me. As it became late, we had to go home. My brothers and my brother's friend went out to the car. I stayed inside, spending an extra long time putting my shoes and jacket on. I turned, and he was standing there, ready to say goodbye. I hugged him, for a long time we were close together, as if we didn't want to separate. I had to, and then I walked out to the car. I couldn't get my smile off my face, for the rest of the night. I fell asleep, and had a good dream, for once in a long time.
The Monday night after that, I took a chance, and texted him. We were discussing going to a haunted house, and he asked who's coming. I answered "Why not just the two of us, as a date?" And he said yes. I was so happy! I told my parents, and they were okay with it.
So the day came when the date was going to happen. He asked if we could go to the movie theater instead, because he didn't have time to plan the haunted house. So we were going to the movie theater. He picked me up with his car. He gave me chocolate, because he knows I love that. He opened the car door for me. We talked all the way over there, and sometime in the conversation, we started talking about endorphins. He was talking about how chocolate releases endorphins that makes you happy, and after that he says: "Chocolate makes you actually feel like you're in love, so you should give chocolate to someone you want to fall in love with you". That could just as well been him saying "I'm in love with you". So then I knew. I was so happy. I had finally found a boy that would love me back. My insides were rose red, blushing with love. We went into the movie theater, and he picked up the tickets, and we got some snacks and went to see the movie. Sometime in it, I laid my head on his shoulders again, he would put his arms around me, and we would sit closely like that for the rest of the movie. God, I had missed the sensation of his warm body next to mine. We talked softly to each other, but people around us said we had to be quiet. I giggled.
When the lights came back on, I was still in his arms. I didn't want to get up. But as always, the moment I'd been dreading came. In the car on our way home, I kept thinking "Will he kiss me?". I was nervous, and I couldn't think of anything to talk about. We got to my house, and he opened the door for me. I hesitated to start walking to my house, and he asked "Did you forget something?". We walked slowly to the door, and I was thinking "Will this be the moment? Just a short goodbye kiss?". We stopped, and I leaned towards him, but he was moving as if he was going to hug me. So I did too. So it wasn't going to be tonight. I was still nervous when I opened the door and walked in. But that date was my first real date with him, it wasn't like the first ones, where we only went as friends. Yet another night, I went to sleep with a smile on my face.
A few days later, he asked me if I wanted to go to a dance at his school with him. It was going to be a magical night. He picked me up at seven, as usual, and we drove over there. When we stepped out of the car, he was already seeing people he knew. I was proud to be the one arriving with him.
We went inside, and it was as if he knew everybody there. It made me feel uncomfortable. I'm a bit shy around other, new people, and this time was no exception. But everyone introduced themselves to me, and they were all so nice. I could not believe how so many happy, nice people could accidentally be in the same place. I felt a bit awkward around him, as I always do at first, but after our first slow dance, the spell was broken. A girl even came over and asked me, "Is he your boyfriend?" That made me so happy. The rest of the night was truly magical. We were having lots of fun, and every time I saw his smile, when he was laughing, I would get all warm and cuddly inside for his beautiful smile. And the way I would put my head on his warm, soft shoulder when we were dancing, it was so good. I didn't want the song to ever end.
We kept dancing, and having fun, until one time when he asked "Do you want to go sit down?" And I answered "that's creepy! I was just going to ask the same thing!". So he asked if I wanted to sit on his lap. My romantic feelings bubbled up inside of me, stronger than before. We sat there, close together, and I could feel everybody's look on me. They all knew him, and now he brings this strange, new girl, acting like he's her boyfriend. But no one looked uncomfortable about it.
We kept staring into each other's eyes, until I said "I really like being with you like this" And he answered "me too". "You know, I really meant what I wrote in that text last night. I do miss you when you're not there". I was so glad I was able to express my feelings this way.
If it had been a different guy, I think I would have been too shy to tell him. But around him, I could say anything. It was fun, seeing the looks his teachers gave us, as if they were saying "How happy you look. I'm so happy for you". For years, I had always been the shy one, sitting in a corner on a chair at all the dances, jealous of all the couples that were slow dancing, and having a romantic time. This time, I was the one people was envious on.
On our way home, I thought that I had to tell him how this was the first time for me. I repeated what I would say over and over in my head. Road after road passed, and I didn't feel like I wanted to break the silence. But finally, right before we would enter the road to our house, I told him "I've never felt like this with anybody else before. This is all so new to me". But it sounded strange. In the time after, I wonder what he thought when I said that. But I was happy, because now he knew. I knew that he had had girlfriends before. So I wanted him to know.
We reached my house, and we walked up to my door. I wasn't nervous this time. But I was pretty sure that tonight would be the night. I stopped in front of the door, and turned around to face him. But I wimped out, and gave him a hug instead. But I noticed that this time, instead of turning his head as if it would be a hug, he had turned it towards me. So seconds after the hug, I leaned back and then forward again, against his face. It was perfect. Our lips met, and his were so soft, I will never forget that feeling again. I got tinglies in my body, and my smile would never fade. My first kiss.
Short story by Mariana
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Written on 2007-11-04 at 05:18
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A true story: My first kiss
I thought I was going to explode of all the emotions inside of me. I was sitting by the counter, watching the movie but not really watching. I was looking at her. And him. She was sitting in front of him, watching the movie too. But what made me so upset, was the fact that he was stroking her back. In a caringly, soft way, as if he's in love with her. The reason for my feelings is that I wanted to be stroked like that. I was truly in love with him.I couldn't stand staying there anymore. I tried not to run, I walked to my room. Immediately when I closed the door, I flung to the bed and cried. I cried my eyes out. I had never had this feeling before, as if my heart was broken into a million pieces. I wanted to cry the feeling out of my eyes. It was a silent cry, I was so afraid anyone would find out about this. Eventually, I sat up, and wiped my tears. I sneaked to the bathroom, hoping no one would see me. I cleaned up, and went back to the living room. There was nobody there, so I sat down by the computer. I tried to do something, but I couldn't. I just sat there, staring into the screen.
After a while, I noticed the sounds coming from downstairs. People were laughing, talking, and having fun. I wanted to be a part of that. I knew he was down there. I wanted so bad to be with him. But she was also there too. I decided to go downstairs. I went in, and what do I see? I see him on the beanbag, and guess who was in his arms. She. I kept my feelings inside, and sat down to watch the movie with them. It was a good movie, one that I had wanted to see in a long time. But I couldn't really enjoy it. He left after a while, I wanted to go upstairs and say goodbye, but she was there, and I would not want to see what was going on between them. So I stayed. My heart was up there with him, but my eyes weren't. Thank God.
The day after, my sister accidentally poured out some dessert I had made, thinking it was supposed to be there, in the garbage. That was the last drop. At first, I just stared into the counter, but then my tears started streaming silently down my cheeks. I focused on the sadness of my loss of dessert, but I couldn't hide my broken heart. My sister thought I was crying because of what she did, but it wasn't. She left, and I just sat there, it felt like forever. I felt like I couldn't move. My insides were all stirred up. This feeling, it was so new. Not like any other. It was more painful than if he would have hit me. More painful than any physical pain. I wanted to replace the pain inside with a physical pain. Now, I could totally understand how people can hurt themselves on purpose. But I'm not the kind of person to do that.
I healed, eventually. I didn't forget about it, though. I sort of forgot about him. I didn't see him for a long time. But then, the time came to see him again.
It was a party; he was having it at his house. My brother's friend was taking us there, me and my brothers. At first, when we came there, we had a long discussion on what pizzas to order. I was in a good mood, my broken heart was healed. I felt a bit cruel; I sat down when I came in a way so that he couldn't sit down next to her. After a while, we ended up in positions where he was sitting next to me. I was very aware of that. I thought I should make a move. I put my head on his shoulders, and he lifted up his arm to put it around him. I have no idea what the movie was about after that. I was only thinking about him. She noticed us, but it didn't seem like she cared. I don't know why, but I didn't care that she didn't care. My thoughts were "Haha! I win!" That's really kind of mean. We ended up on the beanbag, me lying close to him. I felt his warmth, and it was so good. I never wanted to leave. We kept flirting, but I didn't know if he thought this was just a thing friends do, or maybe he did this with all his girl friends, or if he really liked me. As it became late, we had to go home. My brothers and my brother's friend went out to the car. I stayed inside, spending an extra long time putting my shoes and jacket on. I turned, and he was standing there, ready to say goodbye. I hugged him, for a long time we were close together, as if we didn't want to separate. I had to, and then I walked out to the car. I couldn't get my smile off my face, for the rest of the night. I fell asleep, and had a good dream, for once in a long time.
The Monday night after that, I took a chance, and texted him. We were discussing going to a haunted house, and he asked who's coming. I answered "Why not just the two of us, as a date?" And he said yes. I was so happy! I told my parents, and they were okay with it.
So the day came when the date was going to happen. He asked if we could go to the movie theater instead, because he didn't have time to plan the haunted house. So we were going to the movie theater. He picked me up with his car. He gave me chocolate, because he knows I love that. He opened the car door for me. We talked all the way over there, and sometime in the conversation, we started talking about endorphins. He was talking about how chocolate releases endorphins that makes you happy, and after that he says: "Chocolate makes you actually feel like you're in love, so you should give chocolate to someone you want to fall in love with you". That could just as well been him saying "I'm in love with you". So then I knew. I was so happy. I had finally found a boy that would love me back. My insides were rose red, blushing with love. We went into the movie theater, and he picked up the tickets, and we got some snacks and went to see the movie. Sometime in it, I laid my head on his shoulders again, he would put his arms around me, and we would sit closely like that for the rest of the movie. God, I had missed the sensation of his warm body next to mine. We talked softly to each other, but people around us said we had to be quiet. I giggled.
When the lights came back on, I was still in his arms. I didn't want to get up. But as always, the moment I'd been dreading came. In the car on our way home, I kept thinking "Will he kiss me?". I was nervous, and I couldn't think of anything to talk about. We got to my house, and he opened the door for me. I hesitated to start walking to my house, and he asked "Did you forget something?". We walked slowly to the door, and I was thinking "Will this be the moment? Just a short goodbye kiss?". We stopped, and I leaned towards him, but he was moving as if he was going to hug me. So I did too. So it wasn't going to be tonight. I was still nervous when I opened the door and walked in. But that date was my first real date with him, it wasn't like the first ones, where we only went as friends. Yet another night, I went to sleep with a smile on my face.
A few days later, he asked me if I wanted to go to a dance at his school with him. It was going to be a magical night. He picked me up at seven, as usual, and we drove over there. When we stepped out of the car, he was already seeing people he knew. I was proud to be the one arriving with him.
We went inside, and it was as if he knew everybody there. It made me feel uncomfortable. I'm a bit shy around other, new people, and this time was no exception. But everyone introduced themselves to me, and they were all so nice. I could not believe how so many happy, nice people could accidentally be in the same place. I felt a bit awkward around him, as I always do at first, but after our first slow dance, the spell was broken. A girl even came over and asked me, "Is he your boyfriend?" That made me so happy. The rest of the night was truly magical. We were having lots of fun, and every time I saw his smile, when he was laughing, I would get all warm and cuddly inside for his beautiful smile. And the way I would put my head on his warm, soft shoulder when we were dancing, it was so good. I didn't want the song to ever end.
We kept dancing, and having fun, until one time when he asked "Do you want to go sit down?" And I answered "that's creepy! I was just going to ask the same thing!". So he asked if I wanted to sit on his lap. My romantic feelings bubbled up inside of me, stronger than before. We sat there, close together, and I could feel everybody's look on me. They all knew him, and now he brings this strange, new girl, acting like he's her boyfriend. But no one looked uncomfortable about it.
We kept staring into each other's eyes, until I said "I really like being with you like this" And he answered "me too". "You know, I really meant what I wrote in that text last night. I do miss you when you're not there". I was so glad I was able to express my feelings this way.
If it had been a different guy, I think I would have been too shy to tell him. But around him, I could say anything. It was fun, seeing the looks his teachers gave us, as if they were saying "How happy you look. I'm so happy for you". For years, I had always been the shy one, sitting in a corner on a chair at all the dances, jealous of all the couples that were slow dancing, and having a romantic time. This time, I was the one people was envious on.
On our way home, I thought that I had to tell him how this was the first time for me. I repeated what I would say over and over in my head. Road after road passed, and I didn't feel like I wanted to break the silence. But finally, right before we would enter the road to our house, I told him "I've never felt like this with anybody else before. This is all so new to me". But it sounded strange. In the time after, I wonder what he thought when I said that. But I was happy, because now he knew. I knew that he had had girlfriends before. So I wanted him to know.
We reached my house, and we walked up to my door. I wasn't nervous this time. But I was pretty sure that tonight would be the night. I stopped in front of the door, and turned around to face him. But I wimped out, and gave him a hug instead. But I noticed that this time, instead of turning his head as if it would be a hug, he had turned it towards me. So seconds after the hug, I leaned back and then forward again, against his face. It was perfect. Our lips met, and his were so soft, I will never forget that feeling again. I got tinglies in my body, and my smile would never fade. My first kiss.
Short story by Mariana
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Written on 2007-11-04 at 05:18
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