(Haylee's Point of View)
Ugh. What was I thinking? I probably wasn't thinking at all.
So Dan'll be here any minute, and I wasn't even close to ready. My hair was in a messy bun, and it looked like it was going to stay that way. I threw on a pair of jean shorts and a tank top. Retouching my make-up, but making sure it wasn't overkill, I heard a knock on the front door.
I scurried downstairs, finding Dan waiting patiently with his hands stuffed in his gray hoodie pockets, its sleeves rolled up.
He brightened when he saw me.
"Hold on. Give me a sec." I called through the screen door. I threw on a light jacket but left it unzipped. Slipping my flip flops on, I opened the front door.
"Okay. You can't come in, 'cause my house is a wreck. It's not that cold out. Plus, I might need a little help with the ladder for the roof." I said, smiling shyly.
"Oh, okay. Sure, I'll help." Dan grinned, ruffling his black hair. Soon enough, we had gotten the ladder out, and were on our way up to the roof by 9:45. Just as we got ourselves situated, the firework show began. They were a mass of colors; some red, some green, and some were full of colors. For the first couple, I saw out of my peripheral vision that Dan had jumped at the big crack after the light. I couldn't help but giggle, and he gave me a playful push, careful not to knock me off the roof.
The grand finale was probably my favorite, with more colors that my eyes could keep track of. Afterward, the smoke cleared, and a bright full moon shone down on Dan and I. It washed us both in a blue light, causing us to glow a silvery touch.
"Haylee, those were probably the best fireworks I've ever seen." His toothy smile glowed even brighter than the moon.
"Yeah. They put on a great show every fourth." I said.
He nodded slightly, trying to catch my eye. Why won't you look at him? Stop being a chicken! Our eyes met, and I could see that his were full of love. How could I turn that down? He leaned towards me, and before I knew what I was doing, I felt our lips touch. This is what I missed most about him. Just the sensation that kissing him gave me was almost indescribable. Suddenly, I realized what I was doing, and separated us quickly. But when he tried to pull me back towards his face, I slid off the roof and down the ladder without a word.
"Haylee..." I could hear his calling close behind me.
"Haylee, wait." By this time, I was down the ladder and walking briskly towards my porch.
I whipped around, now just in front of the front door. "I am not your love! We should have never kissed." I was raging mad, but wasn't sure if I was angrier at myself or him. "I thought that we could be just friends for one night. Apparently that was too much to ask."
"Haylee, I'm so sorry.." Dan started, but I was already opening the door to go inside. He tried to follow.
"Goodnight, Dan." I said, shutting the screen in his face. I covered my face with my hands and ran upstairs and into my room, where I slammed the door shut.
Once again, the same thought crossed my mind.
What were you thinking?