Sorta Happened.

Sara's POV.

Who would be a friend? Who would be beyond that? Sure, Google had given me plenty of answers. Someone beyond a friend would be a lover.

Thinking about it, what did I want from Dylan? Friendship? Sure, it was that at first. But as soon as I saw the familiarity between him and her, somewhere inside, it became an unsettling sight to me. And her trying to drive a wedge of doubt in me didn't sit right with me.

His hands felt dangerous then, but less imposing now. It scared me, but his eyes filled me with thrill and uncertainty

Sure, he was different. But he was still a guy through and through.

It was a completely new feeling for me. I was curious. What if, this is where I'm supposed to kiss him? Because he looked vulnerable and fragile all of a sudden. Someone who had reality pushed into their face when they weren't ready for it. Just like me.

I wanted to protect him, because nobody was there for him. As I moved closer, I felt goosebumps. The bad ones. But the moment We were facing each other eye to eye, with me holding him...

What was it like?

To kiss someone while your heart is thumping away? To take that extra risk of knowing that we weren't like that? I didn't want him to look any other way. Why was it him alone?

Is it love? Or a mere infatuation? What was an infatuation anyway? I only knew it by definition. Not the feeling. So here goes nothing

Dry.

As dry as dead leaves. Nothing like how people described it. Pulling away seemed instantaneous. It didn't last forever, or time didn't stop or anything like that.

If I had to to describe it in one word, I would say disappointing.

But one word wasn't enough to describe it. What if...

"Again..." I heard him whisper. His face blushing uncontrollably, avoiding eye contact. "If you're taking my first then let's do it right..."

We often tend to lose to our desires in a battle of a split second. The barriers, circumstances and reasons holding us back were many. If anyone found us here I couldn't live with the embarrassment. We were supposed to be friends. Just friends. And I knew all too well that Dylan was just being nice to me. I was maybe a bit too cruel in taking away something that precious. I bet he was disappointed that it was with someone as boring and reserved as me.

But his eyes, lips and words, though strongly resisting, invited me further in. "We have to stop here" was written all over his face. Even so, he was the one to initiate it this time.

The barriers turn to ashes as we ride the waves of our desires.

As our lips touched again, the only sounds existing, being our heart beats and breathing dwarfed the crickets, the flickering lamp above us and the ball rattling not so far away on the court. This was the real first time.

The taste of another person... Salty. Bitter. But burning hot that reeled me in like bait on a hook. I don't want to stop, or let go.

It was an epiphany. Time really did stop this time. His cheeks were getting warmer in my hands. It was intense. But it stopped again, as we caught our breath, finally realizing what we just did. And then, under all the roller coaster of emotions I was experiencing, I blurted something I never should've.

...

Dylan's POV

"Are we still friends?" She asked. I finally got the wheel on myself and scooted over to the other side of the bench. What do I do next? What do I say now?

"I'm sorry I didn't ask first." She mumbled.

"Nope, I'm in the wrong for kissing you again."

AAAAAAAAA!!! WHY DID I SAY I WANTED TO DO IT AGAIN?!!!! I JUST SOUNDED LIKE A HORNY MOFO!!!

"I should've stopped." I continued

" Why didn't you?" Not that question, I can't answer that! I can't just say "IT FELT GOOD I WANT MORE"

"I..." trying my best to come up with something, it all translated to a dead voice.

"Sis, let's go, I'm done!" Wait, That shithead was there too! What if he saw that?!

But Dang! He was like that backup which arrived right on time. Sara got him and left, without uttering a single word. I watched her as she got shorty's stuff and walked away.

What the fuck have I done?

I couldn't forget the feeling. Chapped lips at first, but the second time...Weird but unstoppable. I was doing my best not to touch her in any way.

...

But those lips, man... So damn soft, I felt was gonna get lost in there.

I'd be lying at this point if I said I didn't want to do it again.

BUT WAIT.

My first kiss was with someone I wasn't even dating!

AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

WHERE WAS THIS GUILT AND DISSATISFACTION A MOMENT AGO? THAT WAS MY FIRST KISS, DAMNIT! AND MOST PROBABLY MY LAST ASWELL!

BUT WAIT. ONLY THOSE WHO LIKE YOU WILL KISS YOU.

SARA= kissed me.

Kissed me=likes me.

Therefore, SARA LIKES ME. STATEMENT PROVED. AM I RIGHT?!!

Tears started to flow from my eyes. Maybe it was finally here!

My Springtime of Youth!