Just Cut It With The Endings

1 | my ninth grade love story

{trust me, I know this shit is cringey but I'm seriously trying my best}

Prompt: write about the first time someone held your hand.

     It was a cold weekday in November, I think? Maybe October. The year was 2015, nearly five years ago. Wow, how time flies.
     Him and I had been a 'thing' for a long while now, but never made any moves because, well come on, we were fourteen.
     We were sitting together in the stairwell of our high school, both freshmen. We'd been talking for hours, about nothing and everything. It was the most innocent of relationships.
     Our friend Stacey found us after a while and joined us. Now, how do I begin to explain Stacey? Well, she has always been quite... nosey. So she started asking the boy opposite me questions about our relationship, or lack-thereof.
"Are you guys dating?"
"No..."
"Well why not?"
"It's difficult to explain."
"Have you kissed?"
"What? No!"
"Have you at least held hands?"

     Now, at this particular question I peered over at the boy. The boy I'd been dreaming about for a couple years at this point. He didn't say anything, so I spoke instead.

"No, Israel doesn't want to hold hands with me."

     At this, he looked at me with the most shocked expression I'd ever seen on anyone, and with one quick motion he grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers for the first time.
     The blush that crept to my cheeks failed to fade as he looked at me with the faintest of smiles, wordlessly expressing every emotion he felt for me. And, perhaps my blush and bright smile had done the same for him.

     As much as I'd love to say this relationship lasted, it ended shortly after the new year. But I'll never forget my ninth grade love story.

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