We were kneeling side by side on the floor of the chapel. The deacon (who we checked in with for credit) and a couple other students were scattered throughout the room, sitting in pews and praying. I had never been in the chapel with so few people before and it was a little eerie. The giant crucifix at the front was looking especially foreboding, as was the giant painting of the Virgin Mary.
I glanced at James who was pretending to pray. I was admiring the warm flicker of the votive candles on his face. But then remembered I also had to look like I was pretending to pray. And also I’M MAD AT HIM.
I was sweating and my heart was pounding and my hands were shaking. “James,” I whispered, hoping it would come out hard and serious, but actually came out more breathless and quivering, “We need to talk.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his head bow down slightly. He whispered back, “I know.”
My face was getting hot. “What do you mean you know?”
“I know I need to apologize. Again.”
I didn’t respond. I hadn’t expected him to say that.
“I’ve been distant. I ran away again. And that isn’t fair to you.”
My eyes were getting wet but I willed myself not to cry. Why was I crying? Relief, probably. Because I didn’t have to force an apology out of him.
But I did still deserve an explanation.
“Why do you do that, James?” I asked.
He was quiet. Then said, “I think because it’s easier to run away than to be left? If that makes sense...” I could tell he was really nervous. “That sounds pretty messed up now that I say it out loud.”
I sighed. “So you’re afraid I’ll leave you?”
He shook his head slightly. “I don’t know, I-- I know what people say about me. And I know it sounds weird. And maybe I am kinda weird, ya know?”
“James, I don’t care if you’re weird,” I said with a small smile. “I actually like weird. I don’t like being shut out. And I don’t like dishonesty.”
“I know this sounds stupid but... I’m afraid to be honest sometimes.”
“Is this about your ‘friends?’ The way they treat you?”
He was silent. “...Yeah. Probably.”
I sighed. “You don’t have to be ashamed about what your family does, James. I don’t care about the crap your so-called friends say about you. I’m sure they gossip about me too.”
“They’re not all bad. Christa is a good friend. She’s always looked out for me, since we were kids. But yeah, some of the others can be... unkind.”
I know I needed to ask him the question, the question this whole conversation hinges on. I took a deep breath in and asked: “James... what ARE we?”
He hesitated “I’m sorry, I’m-- I’m not very good at this stuff...”
My heart was beating, my stomach fluttering. Why can’t he just answer the question? “James,” I said slowly and seriously, staring at my clasped hands, “if this is you trying to let me down easy, it’s actually making it a lot worse.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his head quick-turn in my direction. “What? No. No, no, no. That’s not what I meant at all.”
I slumped onto my butt, surrendering all pretenses of prayer. “Then what did you mean?”
James surrendered too. “I mean, I... I know how lame this sounds, but... this stuff is NEW to me. I’m so used to keeping my feelings to myself and stuff. I’m not used to sharing my feelings--especially, you know, these kinds of feelings.” He looked at me desperately. “I really, really like you, Flora.” He glanced up to see if anyone was eavesdropping on our exchange, but I just gazed at him breathlessly. He looked at me again, the coast apparently clear, and flashed a nervous half-smile at me, which made my stomach even more aflutter. “So... do you want to be my girlfriend?”
My face involuntarily broke into a big smile and I nodded vigorously like a big dork. He grinned back at me. Then his eyes quickly scanned the room again as he scooched closer to me. Suddenly, everything was in slow motion. I didn’t care if the deacon was watching. I didn’t care if I got expelled. All I felt was electricity in my skin as I leaned in and our lips touched.
ON THE FLOOR OF A CHURCH. ONLY PARTIALLY OBSCURED BY THE PEWS.
Ana’s going to LOSE HER SHIT.
Erm yeahhh x) That’s what happened today. ᵉʰᵉʰᵉ(*/∇\⭒)
Oh! And I also brought up the whole Cecil thing. I told him that he didn’t need to be ashamed of his first name and that I actually like it. It’s unique! But he said James sounds more mysterious LOL. He was also like, “I’m sticking with James because that means our couple name is Flames” xD xDDD
I tried my best to play it cool around my mom, because if she found out I had KISSED A BOY?? She’d probably have me burned at the stake.
Ohhh my goodness, I can’t stop thinking about the kiss. I don’t think I’ll be able to get any sleep tonight. His sweet smell, his warmth, his LIPS -- AHHHHHHHHHHH ❤
It wasn’t exactly how I pictured my first kiss happening...
But I loved it *♡*。∞(〃 ω 〃)゚∞。*♡*
Well, I’ve been writing for literal hours now so I better wrap this up LOL. I’m so behind on homework. But,
I can’t wait to see him again ‧⁺( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ◡ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ )⁺‧ ♡