"How are you enjoying our first date?"
Choking on my food, I stared at her. I stared at her intrigued look as she played with her plate full of food. First date? It was the one thing that I had always dreamed of with Kitty. As disgustingly cheesy as that sounds it's true. Me being my secluded self, I never told anyone about my feelings for Kitty. People always think I'm almost as bad as Dallas, when I sleep with girls and what not. But, no matter how many people I slept with, they were not Kitty. And, the worst part of all, I'd never want to sleep with Kitty. She deserves so much more than that, and that's why I detest myself for liking someone so perfect inside and out.
"This is most definitely not a date." I said, with a mouthful of fries.
"Oh."
Getting up from the booth, I grabbed her porcelain hand. "I'll show you what a real date is."
In the empty restaurant in Oklahoma City I put money in the jukebox and chose the cheesiest song I could think of. When A Man Loves A Woman.
Kitty started uncontrollably laughing at my romantic gesture, and I smiled at her not letting anything ruin our dinner between friends that had quickly turned into our first date. The first date I've been looking forward for since I acknowledged her beauty.
Grabbing her tall lean frame I pulled her close to my body, and started dancing to the music. My hands were pressed against her waist, and her face inches away from mine. We danced around the empty diner, and it was just the two of us. Minus the staff at the diner who continuously shot us strange looks, but I didn't care. I never cared for the mere reason, because I was too consumed in the beauty of my best friend's younger sister.
Staring into her eyes I was so engulfed in the moment, I couldn't help it when my lips brushed against hers. And once we started kissing we couldn't stop. My hands exploring her body before she grabbed my hand, and breathed heavily.
"Let's go back to the hotel."
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I know what you're all thinking. We banged end of story. Actually, we didn't. Me being me, and her being her, we were too immature for the hot and steamy moment we had ended up laughing before we did something stupid. If it was any other girl besides Kitty I would have done it, but yet again I would be drunk out of my wits. And for a girl as radiating as Kitty you have to be sober to remember every single moment.
"Two-Bit, why did you bring me here?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, why did you choose me to get out of Tulsa with?"
"I like you."
"Yeah, well, I like you too. But that's not the reason why you did that. Tell me, what really happened."
"No."
"Bottling everything in is not healthy, Tibby. Tell me. Do you have any idea what the hell you're doing?"
"That's the thing... I don't know what I'm doing."
"Tibb."
"I'm fine. That's what you want to hear, right? I'm fine."
Kitty stopped talking and leaned her head against my chest. Her dark locks laid on my chest, and I started playing with her long hair tickling my bare chest.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
And eventually exhaustion overcame the both of us, and we slept together. No, not in that way either. We slept together as in, we slept. It was just the two of us lying in bed not naked, but almost. I wasn't drunk, and that's a shocker, I know. But, we slept together like how most people in love should. Her head on my chest, and my arms around her. Nothing but the soft hums of each other's breathing, and that's what love really is. The small things like sleeping in each other's arms enjoying each other's company without saying a single word. These are the moments that don't need a camera, you need a mental camera, and I know when I'm ninety years old I will never forget this night, because that's the night I confessed my love to my future wife whom I plan to grow old with.
