The floorboards creaked with every step she took. Her heart stopped with every sound. She had to be quiet. If she woke her parents, it would all be over. Each creak was resounding in the dead silence of the house. That was the cost of sneaking out at 1:30 in the morning. After what felt like a lifetime, she reached the carpeted floor of the living room. This part of the house didn’t creak as much and it was further away from her parent’s room so it was much safer. She padded over to the front door and opened it as slowly as was humanly possible. Once it was open far enough for her to slip through, she stopped to listen for any signs that she had woken her parents. Silence. With that, she slipped through the door and into the night.
It was pitch black outside. The moon was hidden behind a cloud and it was almost impossible to see. The stars were hidden and the trees kept out whatever moonlight was peeking through the clouds. Carefully she crossed the porch and stepped onto the safety of the driveway. She was home free. As long as her parents didn’t decide to check on her at 2 a.m. for some reason, she would be safe. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she walked down her driveway. Even though it was pitch black, she knew the way. The route was one she had walked a million times, but never for this reason. This was a first.
She rounded the corner of the street and saw a shape forming in the distance. She was pretty sure it was him. Who else would be out here at this time of night? They’d agreed to meet right around the corner from her house in case she needed to be home quickly. She hurried toward the shape, anxious to be there and to see him. This was all so exciting. He had never done anything like this with her. He had never asked her to meet him like this. He had been so insistent. He had left a party to come meet her. Why was he so anxious to see her? Her heart was pounding in her chest and her hands were shaking. She hated that her body always gave her away. She was always a ball of nerves around him, while he seemed to always be cool and collected. It just wasn’t fair.
“Is that you?” she whispered. She had never seen this truck before and she didn’t see him standing beside it as she had expected. It appeared to be abandoned. But then she heard a chuckle and the light from within the cab of the truck came to life.
“Who else would it be?” he asked, obviously amused by the stupidity of the question.
She walked up to him and looked at his face in the soft moonlight. She could barely see him, but her heart swelled. He leaned up against the truck and looked at her casually. Why couldn’t she be so calm? Her palms started to sweat. She hated that he made her like this.
“What was so important that I had to sneak out of the house in the middle of the night to see you for?” she asked. Rude always worked. It made her seem less nervous.
“I just wanted to see you. I was in the area and I thought it would be fun to just…drop by.”
“The party wasn’t a blast?” she asked.
“It was okay. Played some beer pong. Won some money. No biggie.”
“Wait you drank and then you drove?”
“I only had a couple of beers. I am entirely fine,” he replied. This annoyed her. How could he be so careless?
“You shouldn’t be drinking and driving. That is so stupid. You could get in a lot of trouble or you could seriously get hurt!” she exclaimed. She couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to him.
“Give me a sobriety test now if you don’t believe me. Come here. Smell my breath,” he offered. She started to move toward him, but then she realized what he was asking. Her breath caught in her throat. She would be so close to his mouth. Close enough to kiss. But he didn’t want to kiss her. No way.
“I’ll just take your word for it,” she replied. A little smirk crossed his face. Infuriating.
“Aww you’re no fun.” He had always known just how to push her buttons. There was silence between them as she fiddled with the edge of her shirt. The boy that was leaning up against the truck was the boy she had been in love with for years. Three long years to be exact. He had toyed with her and mistreated her more times than she could remember, but she kept forgiving him. He knew exactly how to get under her skin and exactly how to make her melt. She felt totally helpless when she was around him, but tonight she was determined to hold her own no matter what.
“Why would you say that? If I’m no fun, why would you drive all the way out here to see me?” she asked.
“Well you can be fun. Sometimes,” he replied.
“You don’t even care about me. You could care less about me. You probably just came out here because you were bored.” All of the joking left his voice. He became very serious as he pondered what she had just said.
“You know that’s not true,” he answered quietly.
“Oh it’s not? Could’ve fooled me. You never cared about me. You’ve told me you loved me and you’ve said you want to be with me, but are we together? No.” She was getting pretty worked up. Angry worked sometimes with him. She began to shake, partially from the anger and partially from the nervousness that he induced. She began to pace.
“Lindsay, you know that’s not true. I do want to be with you, I just cant. My-“
“Yeah I know. You’re parents,” she snapped. “You’ve made up excuses like that but then you come to see me anyway. You tell me you love me anyway. Imagine how that makes me feel. I look like the stupid idiot because I’m in love with someone who won’t give me the time of day.” Tears welled up in her eyes. She blinked quickly and began to walk a little faster.
“Lindsay, don’t say that. You know I care about you. You know I want to be with you. I just-“
“No. I’m so tired of excuses. If you really wanted me, we could make it work. I’ve told you a dozen times how we could make it work. You just don’t even want to try.” More tears welled up in her eyes. She was grateful for the darkness.
“Would you stop pacing like that? You’re making me nervous.”
“Good. It’s good for you to feel how I always do,” she replied before she realized what she was saying. She stopped midstep and turned to look at him. He had that stupid smirk on again. She whirled around and resumed her pacing.
“I make you nervous?” he asked, amused.
“Shut up, Seth. That just isn’t fair. You know you do,” she answered, regretting having ever told him that. He chuckled again. “I just can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to. I can’t keep being the dumb girl that everyone laughs at for being so naïve.”
“No I’m done. Don’t-“ she began before he interrupted.
“Damn it woman. Listen to me. I do love you! I do want to be with you! You’re beautiful and infuriating and amazing and if you don’t stop pacing right this minute, I’m going to make you stop!” he threatened.
“Oh yeah right. Like you’re going to do anything.” Just as she walked in front of him, he reached out and snagged her arm. She turned around to tell him to let go, but his lips were there. She turned right into him as he pulled her closer. Her mind began to race as she felt the softness of his lips. Her lips parted as his arms snaked around her waist. She put her arms around his neck, all anger forgotten. His tongue was cool as it traced her bottom lip. She felt light headed, but she didn’t stop. She had waited three years for this and she wasn’t going to pass it up.
The intensity of the kiss increased as they became familiar with one another’s mouths. She began to breath more heavily and his hands began to grab her back tightly. Then, just as quickly as it had begun, it ended. He rested his forehead on hers and panted softly.
“I can’t believe it took me three years to get you to kiss me,” he said. She smiled, having forgotten that she was even angry. This was why she loved him. There was so much passion in their relationship. They could fight one minute and have a mind-blowing first kiss the next.