Fiction.

It was the end of January in oh-seven, and the cold was bitter. Still, I waited for him on the sidewalk in front of my former best friend's house. I was scared, excited, and nauseous all at the same time. Never had I been alone with him, never had I given it much thought. Here I was though, at two in the morning, waiting for him. He walked in the blistering cold for me, but it was only a few blocks. I seen him making his way towards me, in short, slow strides. I wished he would walk faster. He was only ten feet away from me, I could see his face in the street light. His smile was returned by an even larger one, upon my face. We didn't have to say anything, we both knew what we were waiting for. As soon as I was in reach, he put his arms around me, and brought his lips slowly to mine. He planted a hundred soft pecks, or at least thats how many it felt like. It was cute, more subtle than I expected from him. He grabbed my hand and we started to take a walk down the street. After a few exchanged words, he turned me towards him once more. This time, his kiss wasn't as subtle. It seemed as though he were hungry for me, craving this moment, I returned passion. Why had I waited so long for this? I pushed him away for over a year, claiming to only want to be friends, who was I kidding? This is what I wanted, what I always wanted. It seemed as though years had flown by, and we pulled apart, only to embrace in a hug. He lifted my chin to his face, "I've always wanted you." That was all he said, and it was enough. He gave my lips one last peck, took my hand in his, and we continued our walk in the night...

Just thought I would allow you guys into my head for once. Sounds made up, right? It's not. One of my more favorable memories of this guy that I never should have let go of. He will be mine again though, you can all bet on that. Anyway, I work tomorrow at three. Dree and I are going to Visalia before I work, to have a picnic, YAY! So yeah, byeeee!