TWINSANITY

Chapter 18: First Kiss

KALISIA

"I didn't mean to, honest. I just wanted to show you a good time. I understand. I'll never speed again. I promise." He apologized. "Please, tell me what I can do to make it up to you."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to cry. This is embarrassing." I sniffled.

"Don't ever apologize for sharing your true feelings.. or for crying. Do you want me to take you home?" He asked.

"No, I'm fine, really. It's just still so soon after my mother's crash. I'm fine, I promise. Let's go in." I said wiping the tears from my eyes and face. I wanted this date, and he was only trying to show me a good time and now I'm ruining it. I needed to straighten myself up. "I just need to go to the restroom and freshen up."

"Go ahead, I'll grab us a pizza and a table."

"Thanks." I replied.

"What is your favorite kind of pizza?"

"Pepperoni."

"Mine, too! I knew we were soulmates!" He laughed, and I giggled in response. I was already starting to feel a lot better. "Be right back."

After freshening up in the bathroom, I felt like a new me. I knew that breakdown earlier was going to look bad to Devon, and I wanted to make up for that. This was my first ever date with a boy, and I've already ruined it so far.

I exited the bathroom and looked around for Devon. The place was shoulder to shoulder with people for the grand opening. I finally spotted him sitting down at a small round table. He waved over at me, and I lifted my hand to wave slightly back so that he knew I saw him.

I walked over to the table and sat down across from him. "Sorry, I was gone forever. The line was SUPER long."

"It's okay; I thought you'd done ran off on me."

"I wouldn't do that," I flirted back. I reached down and grabbed the biggest slice.

"My kind of girl, not afraid to eat."

"You date a lot of girls?" I asked bluntly.

"Well, I've been on dates, but most were too full of themselves."

"Like Ashlee."

"I've never dated Ashlee, and I never will." He said harshly. Why does talking about her light some kind of fuse in him? He gets so defensive when I bring her up.

After that awkward conversation, we talked for what seemed like just minutes about our favorite foods. We talked about our favorite sports teams, favorite colors, and favorite movies. We really did have a lot in common. We talked about school and the future. We clicked so fast; I actually became afraid. I felt like I couldn't lose him. It was like he could read my mind; he knew exactly how I felt.

Everything was going perfect until....

"So, your parents. What happened to them?" I asked.

"How did you... did Ashlee... I just. I can't talk about them right now." He replied.

What did Ashlee have to do with it?

"It's too hard for me."

"That's completely fine. I didn't mean to upset you." Strike two for me. I am so bad with this whole dating thing. "Whenever you're ready if ever. I don't think I'll ever be ready to talk about my mom." I tried to smooth over the tension in our conversation.

"This is a bit different. My parents were MURDERED!" He screamed loud enough to make a few customers next to us gasp and stare at us in shock. I was taken aback.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry I didn't know... " I calmly responded.

"It's fine. Its getting really late I should take you home." He coldly stated. I wasn't ready to go home. I looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. It was barely past 6:30. Did I upset him that badly? Maybe it was for the best if he did take me home. This was not going well, and I'm not sure I wanted to talk anymore about death. I can't believe he said his parents were murdered. Why didn't he tell me that night he stayed over? All he said was they were in a car crash too. How were they murdered then? I was so confused, but I wanted to leave this place where half the people couldn't take their eyes off of us.

"Yeah, you should. Thanks." I said sadly. He couldn't even look up from his pizza at me.

Go Kali for screwing up a perfect evening.

"So, here we are." I said as we pulled into my driveway after a ten minute long drive of silence and awkwardness on the way home. We didn't speak one word to each other. He just stared at the road, and I watched out my window counting the trees we drove past. I didn't know what I was supposed to say or do, but I was glad he actually went the speed limit instead of rushing me home.

"Yep, sorry I was so quiet on the way here." He stated as he downshifted, then shut the engine off.

"Yeah, a whole 8 minutes." I joked and looked at him. He was looking down at the steering wheel troubled by something I could tell. I also know what it's like to not be ready to open up about something, so I wasn't going to press him. "I didn't realize it was so close to my house. Next time do you want to walk maybe? I love walking."

"Yeah sure. Next time? So, I didn't screw it up?" He seemed surprised. I was shocked as well. I thought I was the one who messed everything up.

"There will actually be a next time?" He asked.

"Of course. You can't scare me away that easily." I smiled and bit my bottom lip flirtingly.

He began to inch towards me. Oh my gosh! Am I about to get my first kiss? He was only a couple centimeters from my face. My breath quickened, I looked down at his soft lips. I wanted him to be my first kiss so badly. He paused and looked at me for reassurance, I let out a small nod, then he leaned in all the way.

It was so amazing. As our lips touched, I felt the warmth, the need, the love. I reached up with my right hand and grabbed a handful of his hair on the back of his head and pressed him into my mouth even harder. I started to pull him from his seat on top of me, but he pulled himself back, both of us gasping for air. He sat back down and looked forward, confused, lost.

Did I do it wrong?

I thought that kiss was perfect. I mean, it would have been nice to french kiss, but we should probably take it slow. We still don't know much about each other.

I placed my index finger over the middle of my lips and slowly rubbed them side to side. I could still feel his lips on mine.

"Wow.. that was... " I remarked under my breath.

"Amazing." He added looking over at me and smiling. Oh the dimples! They weaken me.

"I guess I will see you later." I uttered as I grabbed the handle on the car.

"No, let me get that for you and walk you in." He jumped out of the car, ran over to my side, opened the door, and reached his hand out for me to grab.

I looked up at him, smiled, and we walked to my front door. There we just kind of stared at each other in silence and admiration. He leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, then walked back to his car.

I kicked myself back on my heels and rocked back and forth trying not to jump or dance and embarrass myself in front of him, while I waved goodbye to him as he drove away.