A first kiss is very special….a girl's first kiss should be given to a boy who she really loves. A first kiss is the one kiss that a girl will always remember….for always.
A Christmas kiss is just as special. Christmas is a special time and kisses during Christmas are just as special.
My first kiss was special….my first kiss was also my Christmas kiss.
"Are you doing anything special this weekend, Chloe?"
I had always hated that sentence. That one sentence that had my depression set in on the first day of Christmas. As to why, it was because while all my friends celebrated their first day of Christmas with their boyfriends; I was stuck at home, eating Ben and Jerry's and watching John Tucker Must Die or A Walk To Remember. Depressingly.
But that all changed when Kyle Heathers walked into my life. My first crush and my first boyfriend.
I took my time in closing my locker door and turning around, pursing my lips as I saw my three best girlfriends standing there, hands in their pockets, eager expressions in place.
There was the prettiest girl I know, Sasha Rolland, with her curly black hair that created a cute halo around her head. She was cocoa skinned with an amazing body and pretty hazel eyes.
Then there was our sports lover, Tina Gregory, her blond bob-cut framing her perfect angular face beautifully. Her blue eyes were always dancing with laughter and joy.
And finally, our quiet peace maker, Lauren Fern, with light brown eyes, hidden behind thin glasses, and beautiful silky chocolate colour hair.
I smiled at them, twirling a little random strand of hair, making them wait for an answer I knew they knew.
Finally, after Tina and Sasha's irritated huffs, I gave in and grinned widely.
"Yes! I'm planning on a date for Kyle and I!" I squealed. Tina, Lauren and Sasha all squealed as they ran towards me and engulfed me in a suffocating bear hug.
After all the squeals and complaints of being unable to breathe, we pulled apart and the girls herded me to Tina's car, where we delighted in the warmth provided.
"Our little Sasha's growing up at last!" cooed Tina, looking back at me in her rearview mirror. I grinned and felt my cheeks heat up.
"At last? Oh, you guys! Come on, it didn't take that long, did it?"
"Yes, it did," they all chorused. I blinked and then frowned at them. Before I could say anything more, Sasha cut me off.
"So, baby girl, did you ask him or he asked you?"
"He asked me…"
"Oh! What did he say? Details, details, my girlie!" Sasha said, snapping her fingers at me, a bright smile on her face. From the passenger seat, Lauren turned around to regard me with amused brown eyes.
"Oh, yes. Please do continue; I am curious to know more…"
I grinned at her and turned my eyes onto Sasha. "Well, he told me that we should go out on Saturday, spend the whole day together, just the two of us. Then he said that he wanted me to plan out everything to surprise him, you know?"
Sasha stared at me, her mouth hanging open. A few seconds of silence had me feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Is…something wrong?"
"He is unbelievably sweet!" said Sasha at last, her eyes looking like they were about to water. She had her hands clasped hunder her chin as she looked at me with wide, puppy eyes.
"Agreed!" said Lauren and Tina from the front.
I grinned at them and waved goodbye as they dropped me off. I had to do a lot of planning for this weekend. As I scurried inside, I checked my watch and saw that it was two thirty…on a Tuesday. So I had…two days to plan, counting today as well.
I ran inside, not worried about the noise I was making because my parents were still at work and my brother was probably out with his friends again.
I hurried into my bedroom and locked my door. Then I pulled off my coat and muffler, dumping them on my bed before hurrying to my closet. I had to pick out the perfect outfit for our date.
I went through my clothes and finally decided on a black dress that reached my knees. Even though it was cold, I could wear thick stockings or something. It would look good. Especially if it was in black.
Okay, I had the dress…now, the shoes.
I scrambled over my bed to get to my shoe shelf behind the door. Then I searched for the prettiest pair of black heels that I had bought just last week. As I lifted up my beautiful black heels, I thought about how amazing the date will be.
And I might just get my first kiss with Kyle as well. And yes, as an eighteen year old, I still haven't had my first kiss. Kyle was my first every boyfriend and the first guy to say he loved me.
So, don't blame me if I get over-excited....
I neatly put my date clothes aside and then scampered out of the room. I had to look for the cordless phone and make reservations at Tony's Grill, the hottest and best food restaurant in the neighborhood.
Then off I went, on my hunt for the cordless phone. The thing with the cordless phone is that people tend to carry it all over the house and leave it wherever they please.
"Where the hell is that damn phone?" I muttered as I got to my knees and searched under the couch. Definitely not there…but I did find my brother's toothbrush…ew. How did he brush his teeth?
My hunt for the cordless phone went from the living room to the dining room to the kitchen and up to where our bedrooms were. I searched in my parents' room, nope. I re-searched my bedroom; not there either.
I slowly made my way towards the one dreaded room that I hadn't checked. My brother, Ross's, room.
You never know what's in that room….and what might eat you. I swear, I don't think he's ever cleaned his room in his entire life. My mom once went in there and then came out, nauseous. I wouldn't trust myself alone in that room of his.
I had a date planned and I needed to make reservations! So, I took a deep breath and uttered a prayer that if I don't survive this monstrous room, that I at least tried. That should hopefully count for something....
The door swung open and I gasped, my mouth dropping open and my eyes widening. That reaction lasted for about one second before my stomach started feeling nauseous.
A boy's room could be dirty….but this level of dirtiness is beyond normal. There were blankets all over the room. Half eaten sandwiches all over the place, disgusting socks in one corner, clothes strewn over the bed and over his closet, table, chairs….
I stared in dismay at the explosion-touched room. It would take forever to find it!
I gingerly made my way into the un-named place and made a dash for Ross's private bathroom, holding my breath for fear of the fart-sweat-rotten-sandwiches- aroma I could feel trying to plunge up into my nose. Just as I ran in, I realized that I might just have walked into something more disgusting than his supposedly 'room'.
Fearful and sweating, I slowly turned around and suppressed a scream.
What the hell's wrong with my brother?!
He had posters of chickens all over the walls! Chickens! Why the hell does he have chickens in the bathroom?!
My eyes quickly scanned the room, avoiding the sight of his boxers EVERWHERE. I ducked my face into the front of my shirt and took a breather of the lovely perfume I always used. Then, holding my shirt to cover up my nose and mouth, I scanned the chicken disator bathroom. After the fourth scan and just when I was about to give up, I spotted it.
The familiar antenna of the cordless phone. It was lying in the corner of the bathroom, near a pile of disgusting boxers. Happily and obviously relived, I scurried over and scooped up the phone, avoiding any contact with the dirt engulfed boxers.
And then I made a run for safety…out of Ross's chicken induced bathroom, out of his landfill explosion of a bedroom and into the hallway, down the stairs and out in the garden, breathing the lovely air of cleanness.
"I survived…" I said, amazed at myself. I was a survivor! Oh yeah!
I started doing a little dance to congratulate myself on my success. After my little dance, I waved cheerfully to all those people who stared at me while I was dancing to myself and then headed inside, plopping down on the sofa.
I grinned to myself, still happy about surviving my brother's room, and turned the cordless phone over to dial the number.
My thumbs paused over the keypad as I tried to think of Tony's Grill's number….
I didn't have a clue what the restaurant's number was! Panicked, I instantly dialed Sasha's number. She picked up after the first two rings.
"SHASHA! EMERGENCY!" I screamed into the phone. There was a little noise and then the sound of something heavy being dropped and then static. Oops…
"Chloe! You made me drop the phone! Idiot. Okay, what's wrong, baby girl?" Sasha asked.
"Do you have Tony's Grill's number?" I asked, quickly. Sasha said she didn't. So I went, dialing all my friends' numbers, asking each of them if they had the number. None of them did and it made me wonder, did they never make a reservation at Tony's Grill before?
They wereso missing out!
"You stupid useless phone!" I screeched at the cordless phone, throwing it across the sofa. It landed in the corner of the sofa and I got up fuming -after checking if it was okay- and made my way upstairs.
I'll just have to make reservations tomorrow, then.
But for now, I needed my sleep. It would not help my makeup if I resembled a panda on the date night.
"Wah! I wasted so much time yesterday!" I complained as I ran into the kitchen, my mobile phone in my hand while I was trying desperately to calm down my messy brown hair with my free hand.
My mother looked up from where she was busy drinking her coffee while talking animatedly on the phone with one of her business associates.
"Yes, yes Helen. No, I refuse to take up the offer. No, I don't believe that the firm is going to -Morning, darling," Mom cut off her talk with her business partner, leaning over to give me a peck on the cheek as I hurried to her side. She took one look at my messy appearance and then turned to her conversation.
"Helen, I'll see you at the office. No. We will have this conversation later. Later, Helen." With that, my mom briskly ended the call, turning to face me curiously.
"And why's my little Chloe so ruffled up today?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. That's the thing I love about my parents. Even though they are so busy, they stop whatever work they have to help us whenever we need them.
Once, while my mom was away on a business trip and my dad had to look after us back when I was in grade five, I had fallen down and hurt my knee. Scraped it, really. My dad had immediatelyrushed out of a very important meeting to check on me and bring me home. Then he didn't go back to work; instead spending the whole day helping me and Ross with our homework and watching Shrek….all because I simply scraped my knee a little. There wasn't even blood, but my dad had come. He was truly my first love.
"Mom! I'm not little…I'm eighteen!" I complained, dropping my things onto the counter and running around the kitchen worriedly, while trying to fix my hair at the same time. My mom laughed a little.
"Sure thing, Chloe. Why are you so frenzied up this early in the morning?"
"Anyway, I'm not ruffled nor am I frenzied up! I'm just getting ready for school!" I said, trying to switch on the damn kettle. Why wasn't it working? Oh…
The wire wasn't plugged. Idiotic of me.
"Chloe, darling. It's Friday." Mom said, soothingly and slowly. I glanced at her over my shoulder.
"Uh, yeah? That's why I'm getting ready for school?"
My mom laughed again and pointed to the window where a fine sheet of snow could be seen on the trees. "Sweetie, your school has given you Friday off and the rest of the week plus next week. Or don't you remember?"
I paused in my scrambling and turned to regard my mom for the first time this morning. Instead of her usual, smart business suit, she was wearing what I called 'mom' clothes. She was in loose slacks and a long sleeved shirt which I knew belonged to my dad. On her feet were my cute bunny slippers, keeping her feet warm and snuggly and her pretty brown hair was tied into a messy bun. She hadn't showered yet. In front of her was a coffee mug and she wore no makeup.
It was times like these that I envied my mom for being able to look so motherly and young at the same time.
"Oh." Was all I managed to say, feeling heat touch my cheeks. No wonder my mobile wasn't filled with morning texts from my friends. While they were all sleeping in, I was dashing about like an idiot.
Before my mom could speak, my dad stumbled in, his hair messy and standing up in all sorts of directions. All he had on was his PJ bottoms; his feet also bare.
Although he had long ago lost his six-pack which I remember counting as a little kid, his stomach hadn't bloated up nor had his muscles disappeared, showing that my mom was taking good care of him and his diet. There were still faint traces of a once upon six-pack, though..…
Half my friends were in love with my dad. Either for his good looks or his emerald green eyes. Or both. Who knew? And Sasha and Tina were lovers and huge fans of my dad. They also adored my mom because of her superb baking skills. Although, Lauren was probably the closest to my mom.
I gaped at him. "Aren't you cold, dad?"
Dad blinked a few times, trying to get rid of the drowsiness in his eyes. He squinted, rubbed his eyes and then pointed accusingly at mom who was snickering at him.
"Your mom stole my shirt," he complained, making his way towards her. Mom chuckled, her brown eyes dancing with amusement.
"Morning, love." She greeted, giving him a kiss on the lips. I always found it cute when my parents were being lovey-dovey. It was almost rare because they were always so busy with work and whatnot. And besides, when they were being lovey-dovey, it was cute!And as usual, I went all 'awww'…..until my brother ruined the moment as predicted at the back of my head.
"Oh, Gawd. Please, people invented the bedroom for a reason," Ross said, making his grand appearance and walking in, plopping down on the seat by the counter, opposite me. His hand went to retrieve my mom's half finished mug of coffee but before he could take a sip, the mug disappeared from his hands.
"Mmmm. Good coffee, as always," dad said, winking at mom. Ross looked upset that his attempt at stealing mom's coffee had been an epic fail. Dad was clearly the master.
Mom turned to me again, ignoring the men.
"So, Chloe. Have anything planned? I heard you and this Kyle are having a date on Saturday?"
"What? Chloe has a boyfriend? Since when?" Ross asked, sounding seriously surprised. I gave him an annoyed glare. Dad, too, looked surprised.
"No dirty stuff." He warned. Mom and I just looked at them and then turned to each other.
"Tell me how it goes." Was all she said before shaking her head. I nodded and gave her another kiss on the cheek.
"You'd be the first." I told her before leaving the kitchen, elbowing Ross as I left.
"Tickets…tickets! Where did I put them?" I groaned, searching my bedroom for the movie tickets I had bought for the date. It was Saturday evening. Finally! Friday was really useless to me and I still couldn't get reservations at Tony's Grill. But I could go and make reservations in person, I guess.
Now, I was wearing the dress and everything, looking as magnificent as possible. Okay, that's an exaggeration but still.
I grabbed my backpack and threw in a pair of jeans, a white sweater, a pair of warm socks, sneakers and a white and brown woolly hat.
That outfit was reserved for when I go to Sasha's place later in the evening. I was sleeping over and luckily, my PJ's were already there.
I was going to meet Kyle at our meeting place in the park. I had hope for a beautiful surprise, meeting him in a dress and letting him see the hopefully prettier side of me.
I huffed and checked my clock and let out a squeal when I realized that I was going to be late. Forget the tickets, I'll buy them when I get to the movies.
I grabbed my phone and wallet and dumped them into my backpack before attempting to hurry out of the house, calling goodbyes to whoever was within hearing range. My mom hollered back a goodbye before she let out a squeal and then a giggle. I was guessing that my dad was in the kitchen with her.
As I opened the door, I was surprised yet totally unsurprised to see Lauren making her way up the porch steps. She blinked at me and then cocked her head to the side, a finger coming to her chin as she regarded me.
"Are my heartbeats loud enough that you knew I was coming? Or was it because you were getting ready to leave for the big date?"
I laughed at her and pulled her into the house by her rm. "Hey, Laur! Nah, didn't hear a sound and yeah, i wasleaving for the big -"
I jumped a bit at Ross's loud yell. I glanced over my shoulder and spotted my brother making his way towards us, his eyes fixed on Lauren with such adoration that I almost forgot why I was mad at him. Almost.
"You idiot! You didn't have to yell!" I complained. Ross just ignored me, pulling Lauren to him and bringing his mouth down to meet hers. Lauren seemed surprised at this, her eyes still wide open and her face a cute red. Lauren was dating my older brother, a feat almost impossible for him. I wasn't sure what made him fall for her, but I did know that her don't-care- attitude towards him grabbed all of his attention. Ross was someone all girls would die to be with. So, he got girls easy. But courting Lauren was no easy feat.
He had been running after her for two full sophmore/ senior years before she finally confessed to have the same feelings for him. It was cute. And if I didn't believe my brother loved her, I would never have let him come within a 35 mile radius of her!
"Little virgins should leave," Ross muttered around Lauren's lips, using one of his abnormally long arms to push me gently.
"Lauren, dear!" My mom exclaimed as she poked her head around the kitchen door. As Lauren pulled away from Ross to greet her, I decided it was my time to leave. So after more round sof goodbyes, I left the house.
I didn't bother with my car, instead walking up to park which was really close by. As I expected, it was empty, still unused because it had opened so recently. I put my backpack down and checked my phone.
Kyle then chose that exact moment to call.
Excited and nervous, I brought the phone to my ear as I answered it.
"Hey, gorgeous. You look amazing in that dress." I blushed at his compliment and then turned around to look for him.
"You can see me? Where are you?" I asked, curiously.
"Here," Kyle said, his warm arm wrapping around my waist. I jumped a little in surprise and turned to look into his handsome face. His warm brown eyes were glittering and he smelt as amazing as always.
Kyle was wearing a blue jacket and a woolly blue hat to keep him warm. He wore black Levi's. Although what he wore was simple, it made him look like a model. Ohh, drool.
I ended the call and beamed up at him. "Hi!"
"Hey," Kyle said, grinning. His eyes took me in and he kissed my cheek, taking my hand. "You look beautiful, as always."
I blushed and then pulled away, tugging on his fingers. "Let's go! But first, I need to drop something off. Is that okay?" I asked him. Kyle nodded, smiling.
So, off we went, heading down the street and making our way towards Sasha's house. Then a huge disaster happened.
The first disaster of the date.
As I waited on the pavement to get across the road, I was talking animatedly with Kyle when a truck drove by and sent muddy water splashing all over me!
My dress was ruined, my makeup was ruined. And my hair was ruined. My hair
.I stood there, shocked, trying to let what just happened sink in. Kyle was beside me and he was cursing the truck while trying to wipe the mud off my face with his warm hands.
I was beyond mortified. How?!
Quickly, I made us run over to Sasha's place, ring the bell and wait. And as I waited outside, I couldn't look at Kyle.
How could I? I probably looked like a retarded person who jumped into a mud bath!
"Chloe?" The door opened and I saw Sasha standing there, wearing just an oversized shirt that reached her knees. Behind her, a handsome boy stood, shirtless, peering out at us.
I felt a pang of jealousy. While Sasha could enjoy so much, I still didn't have my first kiss! Fate could be so cruel sometimes.
"Are you Chloe? You look like Chloe but she would never have let herself walk around muddy…" said Dave, raising an eyebrow. He reached over and playfully flicked my forehead, something he did every time we met.
"Hey, Sasha. Hello, Dave," I muttered, making my way inside and motioning Kyle to follow. Atleast her parents had gone to Canada for the Christmas break to spend with their granny. At Sasha's horrified look, I turned to her. "Don't ask."
She didn't, but she did hurry me to her bathroom, where she handed me a towel to wipe myself off with. I was upset that I had to use the simple clothes I packed but there was no other choice. Secretly, I didn't really mind. These simple clothes were warmer that the dress.
I emerged from the bathroom, with my hat pulled snuggly down to my ears, letting my wavy brown hair tumble over my shoulders and down my back. I made my way into the living room where Dave and Kyle stood, conversing easily.
Both looked at me as I entered. Dave smiled warmly at me.
"Ah, there's the Chloe I know. Come here and give your old asshole a hug," he said, opening his arms for me. I chuckled, amused that he remembered the nickname I bestowed on him when he was trying to win Sasha's attention. I smiled widely at him as I hugged him.
"Okay, thanks so much but we better get going, right Chloe?" Kyle said, sounding a bit uncomfortable. I sighed and pulled away from Dave.
"Yep. Bye, Dave. See you, Sasha!" I called. Sasha and Dave waved us off and then I led Kyle out of the house.
"Okay, I'm sorry, but do you have your car?" I asked. Kyle muttered that he did. Confused at his sudden moodiness, I followed behind him as he led me to his car. As we got in, I told him to take us to Tony's Grill. He started the car without a word and drove towards the restaurant. After a few minutes of silence, I turned to him.
"Kyle? What's wrong?"
No response. He just clenched his jaw. My mind went to work out the possibilities of his sudden mood swings. It was only as he parked in the strangely full parking lot, that I found the courage to ask what I think I figured out.
I reached out and grabbed his arm before he could get out of the car.
"Kyle…are you jealous because I hugged Dave?" I asked, quickly. Hoping that I didn't jump to conclusions. Oh I would be embarrassed if he said no, his pet goldfish died….
"Yes." Kyle said, turning to meet my eyes. My heartbeats increased and I felt myself flush. I dropped his arm.
Kyle studied me for a minute and then let his hand lightly brush my cheek. And then he smiled. "Okay, you're forgiven."
However, when we got to the restaurant…there was no more place for reservations! Everywhere was full! I got horribly embarrassed for the second time that day. Kyle ended up taking us to KFC. How utterly unromantic….
The rest of the date was a disaster! The movie tickets were sold out and we ended up spending time with a bunch of kids playing at the public park. And the gift I had prepared for him, I had forgotten it in my backpack!
So when Kyle gave me this really gorgeous silver necklace with my name engraved on it…I had nothing to give him! I ended up giving him an abandoned puppy we found in the box. He loved dogs and seemed really attached to the puppy but because I said I liked it, he had chosen to let me have it. Of course, in the end I gave the puppy to him….saying that it was my Christmas gift. The best part was that he brightened up and was so happy that he gave me another of his amazing hugs.
And finally, the last part of the date. My perfectly planned out stargazing. I wanted him to kiss me under the stars…it would be completely romantic!
Any more disasters, and I would scream!
"Okay, the puppy's asleep. Let's go to your destination," Kyle said, winking at me and taking my hand after locking his car. I smiled and led him over a fence and towards a big, grassy hill.
As we settled in the grass, I looked up at the stars and pointed to a pattern of stars.
"Can you see that? It looks like a hat!"
"Hah, I can see a cat!"
"Maybe it's a lion," I told him, tracing the pattering with my fingers. We played this little game for a while until I got cold and sat up. Kyle laughed and stood up, pulling me to my feet.
"Come here, little cold frost," he said, pulling me into a warm hug. I grinned, relived at the warmth he provided.
"It's really cold up here…" I said, pulling back and looking up at him. Kyle smiled softly, his eyes locked onto mine.
"Yeah it is…" His eyes dropped to my lips and then to my eyes again. "Your lips are blue."
"Are they? It must be because I'm really cold…" I said, biting a little on my lip.
"Do you want me to warm them for you?" I knew that we were flirting now, any second and we would be kissing! His face was getting closer and closer now.
"It would be nice, I suppose…" I whispered, my eyes fluttering close as he drew even closer, his breath smelling of mint. When did he eat mint? Oh, that must've been the minty gum he had earlier.
He drew even closer, my heartbeats increased….and then…
I heard some yelling in the distance. Far off. Maybe it was all in my head…
My eyes snapped open. Wait what? Hooligans? That was not my imagination. Kyle seemed to have heard that noise which burst our romantic bubble and he turned around, surprised.
There was an old couple running towards us, holding muffins in their hands….although, why would they throw muffins…
"Wait! Is that…..is that rocks they're holding?" I asked, my eyes widening in disbelief as the couple came closer. Then, they started firing the rocks at us.
"Yep, it is!" Kyle confirmed, jumping backwards, neatly avoiding the rock as it landed close by.
They can't actually be throwing….wah! They're throwing rocks at us! What the fuck?
"Run!" I screamed, grabbing Kyle's hand.
"You hooligans! Who do you think you are, coming into other people's territory?!" yelled an old man. Hooligan?! Who uses that word anymore?
Kyle laughed as he ran with me, over the fence and towards the park, away from the crazy couple.
As we stopped for breath, tears jumped to my eyes and I couldn't stop the sudden sobs raking my body.
Kyle looked at me in horror and concern.
"Chloe? What's wrong? Why are you crying? Look, we didn't get into any troub-"
"All a disaster! I wanted everything to be perfect, but nothing came out right!" I cried, pushing him away from me. I wiped my tears away and looked around at the deserted street where Christmas lights were flashing merrily. "That's why I never had a boyfriend. I'm so useless that even my plans go stupid!"
Kyle cocked his head at me and reached out and grabbed my hand. "Hey, Chloe, I had fun -"
"You had fun and now you want to breakup, right? God, I'm so stupid! And even our first kiss was broken up because of that hooligan couple -"My sentence was barely completed before I felt a pair of warm lips cover mine, sending heat and warmth through every pore of my body. My eyes widened as Kyle pulled away and smiled.
"There, our first kiss. And I got your first kiss too. And I didn't even think of breaking up. This date was fun and made me laugh a lot. I enjoyed it….it turned out more fun than either of us expected. And you look absolutely gorgeous." Kyle said. He bent down and kissed me again, this time, my arms wrapped themselves around his neck and I kissed him back.
My first kiss was my Christmas kiss. And that kiss was hard to get because of the all disasters the date had caused. But what Kyle said was true. This disastrous date turned out more fun than I had expected.
Author's Note: Hey, everyone! Hope you enjoyed this story! Hahaha, I loved writing it, it was amusing to me and I hope you enjoyed it just as much as I have! This story was done for Future Author's Christmas Contest! Hope you like! Comment if you like it! Your comments ALWAYS make my day!