I think we met in June. I could be wrong but I know it was on the 17th. I don't think the timeline of events really matter, but what's important is that we are going to start from the beginning and funny enough, it started here.
What started in messages exchanged on a blogging website, turned into exchanging numbers. I could never recall what we first talked about back then. But I can tell you about how we met. I used to love this story, I still do. I think the 16-year-old version of me loves this story more than anything and I don't think I ever shared it with anyone. He always said I never shared anything good about him.
It was on maybe a Wednesday or a Thursday in 2012. We were talking about baked goods a couple days before and had the idea of baking a cake together. I think I was probably boasting about baking so many cupcakes even though it was from a cake mix. We said we would meet up after he finished work and he could come over to help bake. I woke up that morning and cleaned the entire apartment. At this point in time, my dad was still working abroad and my mom left for work around 1:00pm and came home just a little bit before midnight. Which meant I had at least three hours to clean before he came over around 4:00pm. I made sure everything was in place, every cornered swept, table surface wiped and vacuumed twice. The only thing I did not make sure of was having all the ingredients to make a cake. It was less than an hour before he was suppose to come that I had realized I was short on flour.
He messaged me about 4 o'clock and told me he was on his way. While I wasn't anticipating much, I couldn't wrap my head about what I was more freaked out about: what to wear or how I'm going to explain to him that we need to buy flour.
Keep in mind, I hadn't dated anyone yet and this was the first boy I have liked in a while and going to an all-girl school definitely affected my social skills. I think I settled on leggings and a top from Brandy Melville.
He texted me he was close and asked what bus stop he needs to stop at. I think I remember texting him too late and he got off just one stop over. I remember him boarding down the sidewalk on his longboard and stopping right in front of me. I thought he was cute. I felt so nervous but I didn't want to come off shy. I tried my best. We walked towards the building and talked about work. I told him I was short on flour and he immediately laughed and told me he brought some. Definitely not a lot, but some. When we got inside and showed him around quickly, we got right to baking. He mixed the bowl, I measured ingredients and I think we ended up just using some cake mix, but I could be wrong. Anyways, after putting the pan in the oven, we started to clean up. Except, he got the bright idea to start playing with the flour. In less than 15 seconds, flour or cake mix was just flying in the air. It was in our hair, all over our clothes, on the floor. It was such a mess. He even picked up me a few times to keep me from grabbing more flour. We eventually stopped and cleaned up. We turned on the tv and watched some disney shows. We were comfy on the couch but kept a distance, stranger danger you know? Then someone knocked on my door, and guess who it was? My cousin. She lived down the hall so she came over a lot, but I definitely didn't she was going to come over. I opened the door and I told her that he was here.
A little back story, she knows him. Not super close, but acquainted at least. So she was shocked and confused when she saw him. It was really funny watching her reaction. She stayed with us because she needed some boy advice.
The cake was done a little a while after she came over. I asked him to frost it and I left him alone to do it while I talked to my cousin. Then I hear the sound of a plate breaking and I ran to the kitchen to make sure he was okay. All I saw was a chocolate cake on the floor, pieces of my white dinner plate and the guiltiest look on his face. He apologized so much and I wasn't even mad about the plate, more so of the fact we wasted a good cake.
Eventually my cousin left, it was probably almost 7:00pm. We moved to my room and just sat on my couch. We got comfy again but this time a lot closer. It felt almost natural the way we eased into it. I made fun of his phone because it was a Nokia. He made fun of my Blackberry. Very high school, teenage flirting level. He started to play music from his phone and then we just laid there and talked. It slowly started to get dark and I told him he has to go home soon. He made a joke and I was going to laugh but before I could, he kissed me. I could not believe it. He wasn't my first kiss but I didn't think that was going to happen. I definitely was thinking about it though and I was so glad he made the move. That kiss turned into something more, definitely stayed PG-13 though. Kissing him was the biggest rush of emotions I've ever had at that point. He knew what he was doing. We slowed down and then just lingered for a second. It wasn't too bright anymore so you couldn't really see his eyes. Then we both just laid next to each other and I let that moment sit for bit longer.
When he got up to leave, I was jittering with butterflies. You know when you want to scream but for something exciting?
He grabbed his stuff and we walked towards the door. I cannot say whether or not we kissed each other bye. But the feeling of having a crush was all I had and while he was leaving I wish for him to get home safe and the rest after is history. Never in a million years did I think so much was going to happen with him.
Our first time meeting may not sound super exciting but I love it. It was so simple and sweet and I just can't get over how innocent it sounds after all these years. We were literally just kids.
I don't know if he remembers how we met, I doubt it. But I only doubt it because he's not the best with dates and times. So maybe he remember this, but maybe not as the first time we met? Oh well, who knows? I actually would have loved to know if he does remember anything, just to hear it from his point of view.
But yeah, that was the beginning. The first chapter of our love story.
