Goose bumps, Peter Pan, and the Snores
Crickets chirped and loons called. Everyone, in the campground, had gone to bed. It was just us sitting on a log we found earlier behind the campers. The fire was dying to just coals. The air was still warm and I sat with shorts and a tank top. You sat next to me in the Celtics shirt and athletic shorts you had been wearing earlier. I watched you poke at the coals with the stick and when the fire grew slightly, watch it bounce off your blue eyes. I looked up at the moon and counted the stars to the right of it. You leaned slightly against me, making my spine chill with goose bumps. You and I started swatting at this large army of bugs and once they left you spoke.
"Do you ever wonder what bugs think of us?"
" I guess they would think we are big and evil giants." I watched a smile rise along your face.
A long silence.
"Yeah, Peter Pan?"I watched your eyes trail onto my face, but I kept my gaze frozen on the sky.
Another long silence.
"Remember when I thought there was something eating my foot in the ocean?"
"When you were acting like a girl?" I asked sarcastically.
You laughed a little. "Your very funny."
"I know." I said smiling pressing a hand on my chest, laughing along with you.
You poked at the fire a little more and I heard the soft snores of our parents as the slept in the separated campers. In the tents behind us were our older brothers, and in another, our older sisters. Now the silence was taking over again and I couldn't help but feel obligated to break it with a hammer.
"Tiger Lily?" You asked.
"Yes, Peter Pan?" Were we going to repeat everything?
This time when I saw your face turn towards me, I turned too. Once we connected eyes I realized how close we were. Noses about to touch. Knee's brushing up against...Our lips only inches apart. I didn't know if I should break the eye contact, but my heart was pounding in my chest. To a loud beat I swear you could hear. Would it be weird if you kissed me? I continued to stare at you, the fire lighting up the right side of your face. It showed your sweet freckles, a little thing we shared. My mind was lost and somewhere else. Once you leaned a little closer I popped back. I was nervous and felt like I was starting to sweat. I didn't think I could but I felt my body lean slightly to you and closed my eyes as your butter soft lips connected with mine. Like the last puzzle piece. Your hand reached out to my waist and I put my hands upon your chest. 10 seconds later when we released. I noticed how much I loved it. What worried me was that you were my best friend since preschool, how could I love it?