I open my eyes, but shut them again. The light that filters in through the window hurts my eyes, and makes my head throb. I sit up, with my eyes closed, and walk to the left side of the room to find the door. I feel the knob and pull the door open. I walk in the hall. Mt foot catches on something and before I know it I am plummeting to the ground. Arms catch me, before I smack my head on the hard floor. By now my eyes are open. It takes me a minute to figure out who this person is. Why am I at Josh Campbree's house?
"Wha-" I start to ask.
"Come on... I'll explain down stairs," he half pulls, half carries me down the stairs. It is hard to walk down the stairs, while the rest of the house is spinning. We walk to a room, and sit on a long, black, leather couch.
"Okay would you like to explain why I am at your house."
"Well do you remember the party?" I remember a party... but I have no idea what the heck happened.
"I remember a party, but that is about all I remember," man I must have been drunk.
"Well you were at a party... you were drunk and I wasn't. Three guys were hitting on you and I saw where that was going so I stepped in. Then I drove you here because you couldn't remember your own address," he explains.
"Well... thank you I guess."
"You do know who I am right."
"Ummm... you are... my lab partner."
"Yeah. I never thought I would see you at a party," he laughs.
"Oh shut up, I am tired of people thinking I am good girl. I mean really, just because I don't like getting wasted, and not knowing what I did the night before, does not mean I am good girl. I like to know why I am at someone else's house without having to ask the person! I am sorry that, that is what I think!" I do not know why I am so mad, but I cant stop myself. I look at Josh. He has just the slightest bit of hurt in his eyes, but that is soon replaced by anger.
"Oh, I'm sorry I was just trying to lighten the mood. Next time you are at a party I will make sure to let your drunk ass friend drive you home. No you know what! Do not get mad at me just because you drank just a little to much last night and cant remember anything!"
My anger disappears in that second as I realize I am being irrational. He was just trying to help and he wasn't trying to be mean. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't take my anger out on you."
"Who are you mad at?" he still sounds angry, but it's fading away.
"Christina, for bringing me to the stupid thing, and myself for letting me drink so much." Josh laughs at that.
"You only had 2 beers. That is actually not that much," he shakes his head and laughs some more. He isn't angry any more.
"Hhhhmmm... that's strange. I don't remember grabbing another beer."
"I doubt you remember a lot of things that happened."
"Wait how did you know I had 2 beers?" I am confused. Why would he be watching me?
"Like I said... I knew it was your first party... and this is going to sound creepy, but I was keeping an eye on you. Then of course you had to be an idiot, and get yourself caught up with some "bad boys." That's the term you would use for them," his words sting a little. I am not an idiot... except for when I am drunk apparently.
"Well thanks... for everything. I'm probably gonna call my dad and see if he will come and get me." I stand up and stretch my aching back.
"You don't have to go yet. My parents wont be here until Sunday, which is tomorrow so you don't have to worry about them. It's only like 10," his hands move as he talks, like he's nervous.
"I guess, but you have to feed me," I smile big.
"HaHa," he smiles too. "Come here and I will feed you."
I follow him to the kitchen and he pulls a chair out for me to sit. I take it and look around. The tiles are all white, the counters are a gray marble, the curtains are white with green flowers, the table is wood, and the chairs are wood too. The stove and the fridge are both black. There is a vase with roses on the table and a few decorations around the room.
"What would you like to eat madam?"
"Well... how about some eggs... and toast?"
"Dang I was hoping you would say cereal."
"Yeah you wish," we are laughing again. It is so easy to be him. Someone I barely know in a house that I have never been in before now. Strange.
"Fine I will make you eggs... and your toast, but you owe me big time for this," he is joking, but I do owe him. For letting me stay the night, and saving me from my "doom" at the party
"Your right. What do I owe you."
"Well. How about we watch a movie or something. I don't have anything to do... I'm not trying to offend you when I say this... but I don't think you do either," he holds his hands up to cover his face like I am going to hit him.
"No I don't have anything to do," I admit.
"Then it's a deal."
"Yep. Okay why this. After all you have done for me, all you want me to do is watch a movie with you? I don't see why you want my company as a gift."
"Kara. You really don't owe me much. Plus I like having you as company. Your not like other girls," he sighs.
"What? How am different? I'm just a normal person," I don't understand why he would want me here or why he thinks I'm different.
"It's a good different. Most girls would be all over me, but your not. You seen like someone I can talk to. You really are so oblivious," he shakes his head slowly as if I am clueless.
"Half the guys at that party wanted to get with you. Same with half the guys at school. You really underestimate yourself."
"Which half are YOU included in?" my cheeks are red as I ask.
"Will you still hang out with me if I say I am part of the first half?" he has to be joking. He cant be serious. Oh my god. Does he like me? Do I like him? I don't know the answers to either of these questions.
"Yes I will still hang out with you."
"Then yes... I like you. I don't necessarily want to get with you, but I wouldn't mind if you were my girlfriend," he looks shy like this is something he has kept a secret for a long time. I wear shock on my face. My mouth is hanging open. I didn't think he liked me. I didn't think anyone liked me. I am a little hurt though about the other part. I guess I am not good enough for that.
"So are you asking me out?" no one has never asked me out before.
"I don't know. Do you want to go out with me?"
I do. I really want to go out with him. To kiss him, or hug him, or hold his hand. The answer is easy. "Yes. Yes I want to go out with you." This is so strange. I barely know him, yet I feel like I already know everything about him.
"Then I guess it's settled. I am your boyfriend. Well that went better than I thought it would." We both smile at each. As we have been talking I haven't realized that Josh has been cooking. Only 6 minutes have gone by. It feels like those 6 minutes have been a lifetime.
"I doubt I am your first, but you are my first, and I just want to make sure that you mean it. That you really do like me."
"Kara! Yes of course I like you. I am not a jerk that dates girls, just to date them! I have only had 1 other girlfriend and she died in 8th grade in a car accident. We only dated for a month before that, but I liked her enough to date her," out of nowhere I am jealous of this girl. She dated him first. Then I remind myself that she is dead.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"It's fine." He grabs 2 plates an fills them with eggs and toast. "Lets eat."
He brings the plates over and sets down beside me. He hands me a fork and I dig in. They are warm and fluffy. I sigh. We finish our plates quickly and we drink some orange juice.
"That was really good. I'm surprised you know how to cook."
"Well my parents travel a lot so I have to cook for myself."
"Well... I think... its time to watch a movie."
"Yeah... but first..." He leans forward. Our lips connect and I am lost in another world. I am dizzy, but I am also flying. I want to stay like this forever. His hand rests on my cheek, as our lips move against each others. We finally break apart. Inches away, I look into his green eyes. They shine like summer grass.
"About that movie..."
"Yeah," he raises his eyebrows mischieviously.
"I think... we should get to that before I decide there is something better we can do." We both laugh for a long time, with me in his arms. I know I made the right choice when I said yes.