Crap, I'm nervous.
This was crazy. I was more worried on what I was about to do now than I was when we were about to play against a rival school. But I’ve already decided, I really couldn’t back out now.
I took a deep breath.
“Inhale,” I murmured, taking in another deep breath. And as I let it all out, I said, “Exhale.”
This is it, I thought.
I nodded and opened the door. I went outside to the lawn. I carefully looked at the Evans’ front porch. I moved stealthily as walked over there. And I stopped at the bottom of their porch steps.
So it might not be snowing, but it sure was freezing tonight. I guessed I just had to endure it. And this might sound so darn cheesy but I could swear my heartbeat accelerated when I saw Dakota. She was knocking on their door. It looked like Mrs. Evans’ plan worked.
“Mom!” yelled Dakota as she continued to knock. She sighed and turned around, only to see me. “Aaron!” Her eyes fell to my guitar. “Is that a guitar?” Then, she gasped. “You can play that instrument? Since when have –”
“Stop blabbing, nerd,” I interrupted her.
“Okay,” she said defensively. “So why are you here?”
I smiled warmly and ignored her question.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
I placed my fingers on the strings. My knees somewhat wobbled.
Dude, stop chickening, a small voice said at the back of my mind.
I pressed my lips together and shook my head.
“Okay, here we go,” I declared to myself.
I strummed my fingers on my guitar, very slightly nodding my head to the beat. I briefly closed my eyes, the song You And Me of Lifehouse playing in my head. I opened them again and sang,
“What day is it, and in what month? This clock never seemed so alive . . . I can’t keep up, and I can’t back down. I’ve been losing so much time . . .”
The anxiety of singing in front of her just flew away. The words from the song flowed easily through me.
When I finished, I climbed the steps. I smiled at her beautiful natural face and said softly, “Dakota, I think I’m falling for you.”
Her mouth dropped wide open. And then, she froze.
“D?” I waved my hand in front of her face. “Dakota?”
Her eyes slowly wandered to me. She stepped back, slipped, and fell flat on her butt. And yet, it didn’t seem to have any effect on her.
“I . . . you . . . falling . . . me?” she stammered.
I chuckled. “Yes, D.” I kneeled beside her and whispered, “I said ‘I’m falling for you.’”
She widened her eyes and looked away.
“OhGodohGodohGodohGodohGod . . .” she trailed off as she took a sneaky glance at me. When she saw me still looking, she quickly looked away. “OhGodohGodohGodohGodohGod . . .”
“Calm down,” I laughed, my voice full of amusement.
“How can I calm –”
I silenced her with a kiss. It was a soft and tender kiss that I didn’t know how long lasted. Time stood still.
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A and D (PUBLISHED)Teen Fiction
"He's a jock. I'm not. He's popular. I'm not. He's good-looking. I'm not. And have I mentioned that we're the best of friends? So he loves me... as a friend. Too bad, because I don't just love him. I'm in love with him." -Dakota Evans ____________ D...