another short story 2

  Once we were inside his house, I put my things in his room while he picked out a movie for us to watch.
  "Is... Marley & Me alright?" H esaid as I came down the steps.
  "Sure! Haven't watched it yet."
  "Ok. Let me get it all set up. Want some popcorn?"
  "Yeah. Where is it? I'll make some for us." I headed towards the kitchen to get the popcorn popped.
  "It's in the cupboard by the stove."
  So as I got the popcorn opped, he got the movie set up. Once that was done, we both sat next to each other on the couch and watched the movie.
  Now I don't mean sitting next to each other like a person sitting a couple inches from you, I mean sitting next to each other as in shoulders- even our heads- touching.
  When we were about half way through the movie, he started to make some moves. He first put his arm around me, his had holding on to the far side of my waist. Then, I layed my head down in his lap- I was getting tired- and he ran his fingers through my hair up and down continuously.
  This was the most beautiful moment I ever had in my life. I wanted to stop time and cherise this moment forever. And to think something like this can ever happen to a person with loads of bad luck and a miserable, dreadful life like me.
   Towards the end of the movie, I started to drift off into sleep and dreamed about our first kiss- if there was one. The dream was so real- picturing his dark wavy hair, his beautiful brown eyes, his smooth face, and touching those soft-looking lips; feeling them on mine while fireworks went off- it felt like the kiss actually happened right there on that couch in his house.
   Then I was slowly waking up as he shook me softly. Shoot! It wasn't real; it was just a dream. I opened my eyes and looked at the tv. The movie was over; the credits were scrolling up the screen so fast I didn't bother reading them.
   He got up, took out the dvd, and put it back. After, he turned the tv off and layed next to me on the the couch, leaning to one side. I scooched over, layed down as well, and put my head on his chest.
   This was going to be the moment, I knew, this was it. I turned my head to look at him; he smiled.
   "So now what?" He said still smiling.
   "I don't know," I replied. I looked down at his lips. They did look soft and smooth. "Maybe we could-"
    He kissed me. He put those soft, smooth lips up to mine and it was like nothing i have ever imagened. Our heads moved this way and that so freely and we took short breaths in between; it was as if we've done this before. I could do nothing, couldn't think about anything, but lay their and kiss him.