First Date

His hands never left mine the next few hours we hung out after our revealations. It had been a long time since I'd ever felt this way for a guy. The last time - which is also the first time - I liked a guy was back in first grade. The only reason I liked him was because we traded lunches and he always had nice pancakes for me.

But that's a totally different world....actually it isn't, I've got it wrong. That is the same world I used to be a part of, now I'm in a whole new one.

I felt a soft squeeze of my hand and I turned my body to face him. We were lying on the same bed, just off in our own train of thoughts. Hours had passed since that one intense conversation and it was about to be seven soon. But I cared less about that then anything possible.

Right now, I was falling into those deep brown chocolate eyes of his with no idea who was going to catch me at the bottom, he was too deep. A smile crept on his lips and I felt his finger trace a path up my arm.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his hands creating a trail of fire on my skin.

"Have you even looked at yourself Roy? I'm far from it when I'm around you," I said back. His smile grew and his eyes twinkled. "You really think so?" He teased. I nodded and had a hard time breathing when he leaned closer to me and brushed his lips across my neck.

"I really think you've got it the wrong way around Cel. Tell me you agree."

"Don't try to make me think that I'm perfect," I whispered.

He cupped my face in his hands. "You're far past that my love." And with that, he kissed me again. When he drew back, he asked me, "Do you want to go out for dinner with me?"


Have you ever seen one of those French-styled romance movies where the hero and the heroine are having dinner in an outdoorsy restaurant? If you do, then I think you'd have a clear image of where Roy took me out. It was nice and I felt special when we were seated at a table, a rose and a candle in the middle of it.

Dinner went beautifully well with sips of red wine, cool breeze of the wind and the scent of the roses filling the precious time. Life was at its best moments and it's one of those times where I wished be painted into the scene forever.

When our meal was done and our stomachs were happy, Roy paid the bill and gave the waiter a big tip before he put his arm around my waist and we walked down the street.

The moon above us was like our own personal spot light while we filled the moments in front of us with laughs, smiles and love. Simply put, it was the perfect first date. Everything was there that any girl would want to have: the chemistry, the kiss, the perfect boyfriend and a romantic story. But we had it beyond the typical movie scene.

Do you know what made all the difference in the world?

This time, it wasn't Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt in Mr and Mrs. Smith or any other famous people that made the night special.

It was me and Roy...and that's all I could ever ask for.

The End

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