(Re)learning How to Fly, One Day at a Time: Day TenMature

I kissed her forehead softly as I lifted her off of me so I could get ready for school and leave her enough time, too. As I walked into my bedroom, I couldn't help but think of how perfectly the date last night had worked out.

Addie and Theo had been on-again, off-again for months, and I convinced them to go to a movie with Naomi and I, if I rustled up the nerve to actually ask her.

I grabbed the clothes my fingers touched, a vintage Frehley's Comet Concert Tee, and a pair of old jeans.  The tee was one of my favorite Tees from my dad, who was still a wanna-be rock star.

A brief glance in the mirror before brushing my teeth told me that I was going to look like crap today.  I kind of figured that, though, because I had barely gotten a wink of sleep.  My thoughts had kept dive-bombing me whenever I was near unconsciousness.

Luckily, Theo and I had done our research BEFORE we went to the theater with the girls.  We found one of those sappy romantic comedies that both of them loved, but luckily it was somewhat entertaining for us.

After we had sat down with our popcorn and candy, Naomi and Addie in between me and Theo, a very tall person sat in front of Naomi.  Well, not REALLY tall, just tall compared to Naomi, which isn't that tall… It didn't seem to bother Naomi until about halfway through the movie, when she started to fidget and try to see around them.   I had brushed her hand, silently trying to get her attention, and then motioned for her to sit on my lap.  When she met my gaze, it was a mix of shock, fury, and curiosity.

"Do you want to actually see the movie or not, Nao?"  I whispered.
Addie looked up when she saw Naomi moving, and raised her eyebrows and smiled at me.  I shrugged a little; it wasn't like I had planned it.

When she first settled onto my lap, she sat stiff as a board, but slowly relaxed.  My attention was no longer on the movie, but on Naomi.  I almost laughed at how she almost melted into me, but was fascinated at the same time.  I mean, sure, we had been best friends since forever, but she was already so comfortable with me.  But then I remembered it had been MY idea, so I revised the previous thought to "we were already so comfortable with each other."

"That's not so bad, is it?"  I whispered, brushing her hair away from her ear.  She jumped a little, startled, but shook her head "no" a little bit.


When we had got back last night, I had crashed on the couch with her, much to her dismay.  She tried, yet again, to get me to go to my room and sleep, but she was too tired to put up too much of a fight.


Stumbling out of my bedroom, only half-awake, I ran into Naomi.

"Morning."  She blushed and whispered.

"Morning."  I whispered back, giving her a hug.

"Why are we whispering?"  She asked, still whispering.

"I don't know, I whispered because you did."  I spoke at normal volume, brushing my lips against hers.

After I pulled away, she stood there, unmoving except for a few fluttering blinks for a few seconds.  I could hear her sudden intake of air as she regained control.

"I'm… going to go get ready."  She said, biting her lip.


The sensation of kissing Adam was something I would probably never get over.  There was no true comparison to it, though I suppose I could say it was almost like the sensation of eating Pop Rocks, only where our lips touched.  It was probably a figment of my imagination, the romance stories I was forever reading taking over my head.

When he pulled away, I stood for a moment, trying to recollect my thoughts.

"I'm… going to go get ready."  I said, finally remembering what I was doing.

"'Kay."  He said, smirking at me.  I smiled back at him and rolled my eyes.

I walked into his bedroom and closed the door, searching for my bag.  I always forgot where I put it for some reason whenever I was here.  Once I found it, I rummaged through it, trying to find a certain shirt.

I pulled the soft navy blue fabric of my only Abercrombie sweater over my head and over the pink tank top I was already wearing.  Addie had forced me to buy it when we were out shopping because she insisted it was "my color" and "it looked so good on me."  The only reason I gave in and made the dent in my wallet was because of how soft it was.  My trusty old L.E.I jeans and Chucks replaced my pajama bottoms and ballet slippers.

Not even bothering to brush it, I pulled my hair into an extremely messy bun at the nape of my neck.  I splashed cold water on my face before brushing my teeth, trying to remove the sleep from my eyes and wake myself up.

Last night had seemed like a dream to me.  An extremely good, pleasant dream, I might add.  Though, I had never actually dreamed of going on a date with Adam.  It had just seemed too good to be true.  Well, other than the fact that Addie and Theo were there.  I loved Addie like crazy; I just didn't exactly want her there on my first date with Adam…

I threw my school bag over my shoulder and walked down the hallway to the living room and kitchen, where I knew Adam and the McClures would be.

"Morning sunshine."

"Morning hon." Adam's parents greeted me, barely looking up.

Adam's reaction was different, however.  He stood next to the counter, cup of coffee in hand, though it looked like it was about to slip out of his hand.  His eyes were bulging out of his head, and I couldn't help but blush.

"Adam."  I said.  "Adam?"  I waved my hand in front of his face.

He snapped out of it quickly.  "Oh.  Hey, Naomi…"  
"Hey."  I smirked, reached behind him to pour myself a mug of coffee, still trying to wake up, and leaned against the counter beside him.  Adam wrapped the arm without coffee around me, and I leaned against his side, slowly sipping my coffee.

"Well, kids, it's about time we left for school."  Mr. McClure said, no sooner than I had finished half of my coffee.



"So, are you two an 'item' now?"  Mr. McClure asked teasingly.

"DAD!"  Adam groaned beside me, and I giggled quietly.

"I guess you could say that, Mr. McClure."  I said for Adam.

"Well, that's sweet.  You two make a cute couple, Nao."  He said affectionately.

"Thanks."  I smiled, happy knowing that I had some sort of father figure in my life.

The End

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