We both walked out of the cinema slowly and I was tryiing to remember that glorious moment as best I could. We both went to the same school, Connor and I, and we both had strong feelings for each other until one day Connor asked me if I wanted to go to the cinema. And of course I said yes.
So there we were, both as nervous as two children on their first day of school. We began to walk down the dirty, littered street towards McDonalds. I coulud tell Connor was trying to pluck up enough courage to hold my hand. After a few fruitless attempts I just clutched his hand in mine. His cheeks turned a subtle pink. He smiled at me gratefully and I smiled back politely trying not to laugh at his sudden shyness.
Everything was going great until my bag suddenly decided to burp out its contents onto the grimy, grease stained pavement. Connor and I both bent down at the same time and as a result my forehead collided with his nose!
"Ouch!" he cried out.
"Oh my God! I am so so sorry! Here, let me have a look." I pleaded.
I lifted his chin up to see what damage I had caused. Luckily his nose wasn't broken or bleeding. Connor didn't seem angry at me at all, he seemed more amused.
I studied his muscular features and high cheekbones. He was a lot taller than me; my eyes just barely came to his chin. His long dark brown hair swayed in the light summer breeze.
He placed his hand gently on my back and pulled me closer towards him. I looked deep into his gorgeous green eyes. They were soft and gantle, much like his personality. He placed his lips against mine. Warm. Welcoming. I put my arm around his neck and tilted my head so we could kiss better. My heart seemed to skip a beat and butterflies flew around my stomach. And just like that we were having our first kiss.
