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Warnings: Spoiler for "Star Trek" (2009), in case anybody hasn't seen it (go watch it!)
Word count: 1 621
"Okay, so... Terminator?"
Frank pulled a DVD from the shelf and presented it to you.
"Not again, we watched that only last month," you shook your head, "what about the third Harry Potter?"
"I don't like the Dementors," Frank complained, pushing the DVD back between the others, "one of the Mad Max movies?"
"Saw them with Pete a while ago," you shrugged and sat down on the sofa, "The Goonies?"
"We watched those like two weeks back, Lord of the Rings?"
"Saw all three movies with Gerard last weekend," you laid down, resting your head on the armrest.
"You hang out with too many guys while I'm busy," Frank jokingly complained.
"Star Trek?"
"Which one," he grinned.
"The first one, of the new ones," you suggested and he quickly grabbed the box from the shelf, feeding the silver disc to the video player.
The music boomed through the living room and revealed the main menu while Frank dimmed the lights and jumped onto the sofa next to you.
You snuggled against the pillow, careful not to touch Frank, and focused on the starting movie.
"They should make like a Klingon synchronization," Frank said, leaning back into the cushions.
"But no one understands it," you argued, sitting up to take a sip of the soda you had taken into the living room after dinner earlier.
"Some people do, comparatively many actually, I think," Frank defended, stretching and putting his arms on the headrest, dangerously close to your shoulders.
It was not like you were disgusted by Frank, or did not want him to touch you. Much the opposite really, but you did not want him to know that, you were friends after all, and you did not want to make anything weird between the two of you.
You just hummed in response and concentrated on the movie that was finally starting with the opening scene, trying to ignore Frank's arm that was almost, but only almost, resting around our shoulders.
You were a good hour into the movie and had just witnessed the destruction of Spock's home planet Vulcan. You had seen the movie a few times already, but you still felt a little chocked up, imagining how he had to feel at that moment. While the scene between him and Uhura, their first kiss, played out in front of you, you could not help but wonder how it felt to kiss someone. Was it normal to be your age and to never have kissed anyone? It had to be magical, to kiss someone you liked, you imagined, but how would you know.
The movie continued, but you were unable to pay attention to the storyline anymore. Your thoughts were running around in circles. What did kissing feel like? Would, when you eventually did kiss someone, that person be disappointed that you had no experience?
"I've never kissed anyone," you suddenly blurted out, of course at the most inappropriate of times, while one of the characters got tortured.
Frank turned to you, a look of slight surprise on his features.
"You haven't?"
You shook your head. "Do you think it's weird?"
"Well, I wouldn't have expected it, to be honest," he confessed, reaching for the remote and turning down the volume of the TV until it was almost mute.
"Is that a bad thing?"
Frank furrowed his brows. "Of course it's not a 'bad thing', everyone has their own time for things, and it's not right to rush things, if you don't feel ready," he explained.
"But I do feel ready, that's the point! But it just feels like... I don't know. It just worries me," you tried to make him understand, "and I mean, do you think when I eventually kiss someone they'll think it's a turn off, that I don't have any... skills?"
"If someone thinks that, they're not deserving of you in any way," Frank replied immediately, without missing a beat.
"Have you... you know... kissed someone," you asked, knowing that you were most likely overstepping your boundaries.
Frank giggled and rubbed his face with both hands before looking at you again.
"Would you be surprised if I said I did," he wanted to know, watching you carefully.
"No, not really, you're surely a catch," you winked at him jokingly.
"I haven't, kissed anyone I mean."
You looked up at him and raised your eyebrows.
"You haven't?"
"Nah, I guess it was never the right moment or person," he shrugged.
You nodded, and looked away. Frank had never kissed anyone? You would have expected him to have some kind of experience on that matter, but apparently you had been wrong. You shot him another glance which he noticed.
"What," he wondered.
"Nothing," you mumbled, feeling yourself blushing. For a moment you had been tempted to ask if he wanted to try it out, but looking at him, his beautiful eyes, the soft, brown hair, you got scared he would reject you, so you kept quiet, and Frank turned the volume back up.
When the movie was over you helped Frank to put the glasses in the dish washer and cleaned up the kitchen from the cooking you had done in the evening. By now it was close to midnight, the radio was playing some trashy punk music, and both you and Frank joked around while doing dishes and cleaning surfaces.
"Hey, do you wanna go on a midnight walk," Frank suggested just as he hung up the dish towel.
You threw a look at the clock. Indeed it was almost midnight, but you did not feel tired in the slightest.
"Sure," you nodded and followed him to the dark hallway.
The air outside was stinging cold. White clouds blew out of your nostrils with every exhale of breath. You slowly wandered down the streets, which were painted orange by the light of the street lanterns. Frank and you walked in silence, taking in the late night sounds and the strange comfort of empty streets. You followed Frank, since he seemed to know where he was heading, and you wondered if he too was thinking about the conversation you had had earlier. Did he also wonder what kissing someone would feel like? Did he too worry that it might be weird that he had never kissed anyone? Every now and then you looked over to him, but he did not seem to notice, so you just continued walking next to him, secretly hoping that one day you would either get rid of your crush on him, or finding the courage to tell him.
You had reached the edge of a park, but Frank confidently strode along the dark path that led into the trees. For a moment you hesitated, but then you quickly caught up with him, before he would disappear from your sight.
It did not take long until you had walked up to a pond in the middle of the trees. You knew this pond was there, and in daylight it was inconspicuous, but now, at night, it had an almost magical atmosphere. Thin clouds of white fog hovered over the smooth surface of water that reflected the rising moon and broke the light into thousand sparkling diamonds. At the sides the pond was framed by the bleak stalks of dead reed in which the fog was caught up like a cloth of silk that was hung over the water.
"You wanna know why I never kissed anyone, don't you," Frank whispered, breaking the silence between the two of you.
You turned to look at him, but found him already facing you. Not waiting for your answer, he continued.
"I was waiting for the right person. And once I found them, I... "
He looked at you, and gently lifted his hands to cup your face.
"I just wanted it to be... right... for both of us, you know?"
You swallowed hard, felling your heart beating in your throat, and Frank had to feel it too when he glanced down to your lips.
"May I," he asked, his eyes big and nervous.
You nodded quickly, feeling his hands tremble slightly as he brushed over your lips. He stood so close to you that you felt the heat of his body radiating through his jacket, that you felt his hot breath fan over your cheek.
You closed your eyes and took a shaky breath before you felt Frank's lips brush against your carefully. They were cool from the cold air, and so soft. You felt warmth pulsating through them as they locked with yours and you raised your hand to wrap it into his fluffy hair. He smiled gently into the kiss before he slowly started to move against you. You followed his lead, so nervous that you were shaking a little, but holding Frank so close to you, having his hands brush over your face and neck so lovingly, made you relax.
When he pulled away, he was smiling so broadly that he seemed to be glowing, and you felt like you were too.
"Wow," you whispered, opening your eyes again and taking in the boy in front of you.
"Yeah," Frank smiled a little embarrassed, but when you let your hand glide from his hair to his cheek, the embarrassment melted away.
"How about we go back home, it's getting cold," you suggested, nodding back the way you had come.
"If we can do a little bit more of kissing...?"
You rolled your eyes and shook your head.
"I don't know, I'm gonna have to think about that first," you joked and took Frank's hand, intertwining your fingers with his.
If it were up to you, there would not only be a 'little bit more' of kissing.