I sat in math class, with Nick sitting one seat up and to the left. Both he and I were daydreaming as the teacher went about her lesson. He was most likely dreaming of snowboarding or baseball, and I was dreaming of him. He is about 6’3” with dirty blond hair, thin build and just so damn cute! I don’t know how long I have felt this way about him.

We started out as acquaintances as freshmen and every once and a while we would talk to each other in passing. We were also both members of the school band, reluctantly. When we were allowed to sit anywhere, he would always come over by me. The best times for me were when we would watch a movie in class. He would come over by me and we would just watch my iPod. I would always move the seat next to me closer on those days. I would sit there, as we both watched a movie, trying to get as close to him as possible without alerting him or others. I don’t know if he’s gay. He has made little effort in discussing girls. We normally talk about stupid stuff, as most eighteen year olds do. It seems like whenever we would meet in the hallway, he would just playfully ram into me, and I him. We would laugh then go our separate ways. And I noticed when we were watching one of our favorite movies; he made a point to look away at the site of female nudity. But I was never able to get up enough courage to act on what I thought both of us might want.

I would often lie in bed at night, just thinking of him. I would spoon with my pillow, imagining it was him. Imagining the warmth of his touch, the sweetness of his kiss. For nothing would make me happier that just to be in his presence. Then one day, he asked me for a ride home. I obliged and was eager to see where the man of my dreams lived. We walked to my car and drove off. I never felt such warmth as such of you sitting beside me. He directed me to his house and we soon arrived.

“Well…” I placed my hand gently on his knee; “I guess I will see ya tomorrow?” I raised my hand from his knee and gazed into his eyes. There was warmth in his deep brown eyes, and I sensed want in them.

We stayed like that for what seemed like eternity before it was broken by an unsuspected kiss. He leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Oh my good, I’m so sorry. Please don’t tell anyone. I didn’t mean to, it’s just...”

I placed my hand on his cheek, and then pulled him. The warmth of his mouth sent chills down my spine and soon our mouths opened and his tongue began to probe my mouth. My hands were rubbing up and down his back as I pulled him closer and could feel the tension loosen. It felt like eternity before we broke the kiss. I just sat there, engulfed in the abyss that were his eyes. I never knew the passion I could have towards another until that moment.

It then dawned on him what happened. His looked changed and with a quick ‘bye’ was gone in a hurry. Oh god, I hope that didn’t freak him out more, I thought.