I still remember that first kiss, i remember it being nothing as i had planned. It wasn’t the fourth of July in the middle of Disney World. It wasn’t midnight on New Years Eve in Times Square with confetti falling from the sky. It wasn’t on my wedding day and the words “I love you” certainly didn’t follow the kiss. The one thing that it did have in commen with all of my fantasies was Jake Walker.
It was a friday night in March, the 19th to be exact. There’s a park about a block around the corner from my house i walked to that night, like a lot of other nights. I was wearing my favorite bellbottom light blue jeans, a plain purple t-shirt and a light gray zipper up hoodie. My long brown wavy hair was hanging down, matching my brown eyes. It was a little past dark and i was sitting on the swing alone with my thoughts, until one of the boys from the party walked over. The Michaelson’s go away just about every weekend, leaving their children alone and leaving Daniel to throw a party. All the cool kids go, the ones that are popular. I used to be friends with them, at least until i started not going along with everything they did and i started being an individual. He was mumbling to himself as he walked over, i could tell he was stoned.
“Oh, i’m sorry” he said, “i didn’t see you there.”
“It’s.. it’s okay. It’s dark.” I said, while getting up from my swing. It wasn’t until i was halfway through the park that the voice spoke again.
“You can stay… if you want, you don’t have to leave.”
There was a long pause; I didn’t know what to say and i wasn’t sure who he was yet.
“Actually, i’d prefer it.” He said. It was Jake. So i went and sat back down.
“So were you, at the party?”
“No, I wasn’t. I was just.. here.”
“Oh, right. Lane, is it?”
“Lane it is.”
We talked for a little while longer and he seemed to be sobering up. It started to rain lightly soon, i could smell the rain in the air and i remember thinking how beautiful the smell was and that’s when it happened. That’s when i got my very first kiss form Jake Walker. Not only was this my first kiss from Jake Walker, but it was my first kiss at all. I was seventeen years old and I’ve had a crush on Jake since the fifth grade. Jake is Mr. Popular; all the girls bat their eyelashes at him and all the boys enjoy playing sports with him for fun. I’m sure he’s been with lots of other girls which made the kiss all the more intimidating, but with his lips pressed against mine I had forgotten all about that. I had forgotten how late it was or that we were getting soaked as the drizzle picked up to a downpour, I had forgotten how beautiful he was compared to how raggedy i was looking, I had even forgotten about all the rumors I’ve heard about him with other girls and how he’s never given me too much attention. I was in a daze, my own state of mind, and all I could think about was how beautiful this moment was and how I’d waited for it for so long.
“Jake!” I heard a girl scream Jake’s name and it brought me back to reality. Jake was Jake and I was Lane, we were living in two separate worlds that nothing could tie together ever again.
“Oh shit!”
“What?” I asked.
“That’s Carol.” Carol Brickerman. Jake’s girlfriend. Carol has beautiful, long blonde hair that never seems anything but perfectly straight while still holding lots of volume. She’s a cheerleader, incredibly skinny, and nothing but a bitch. I’m not quite sure what Jake sees in her and I would soon learn that he’s not sure what he sees in her either, despite the fact that they’ve been together for almost two years.