have you?’ She grinned.
‘Yes,’ I lied.
‘That’s a shame.’
‘It certainly is. But it’s your loss. Now you’ll never know how good a kisser I am!’ I chuckled.
She edged her face so close to mine that our noses brushed together. And then we kissed. Time stopped, but the rain still lashed down and the wind swept litter through the air. I brushed her wet hair away from her forehead and whispered in her ear.
‘Taken at the flood.’
‘I realized I liked you when I first saw you again, when you were walking through the college corridors thinking you were James Dean.’
‘You didn’t show it,’ I said.
‘I worry you’ll get bored of being with me, and we won’t be friends anymore.’ She gave me a searching look.
I’d never get bored of Lisa. That moment was heaven, knowing she was mine and that she cared for me. You always remember the small details of first love: a tone of voice, a special smile or the sound of laughter. I knew she hid her insecurities under a confident façade, and she needed me to look after her.
Michael was relieved when he discovered Lisa and I had gotten together.
‘I could tell you were obsessed with her.’ He poked me in the ribs.
‘How?’
‘You practically drooled over her. It was embarrassing. Niagara falls - that’s not cool.’
I laughed. The three of us were good together, and Michael would never feel like a third wheel because relationships were anathema to him. He would always be there for us, but he’d also leave us alone when he thought we needed ‘couply time.’ He had everything you could wish for in a friend.
Lisa had developed a strange complex about pavement cracks. She believed it was bad luck to stand on them, so we spent a lot of time zigzagging across pavements until we rested under the shade of the warehouse in my old neighborhood. ‘What do you really wanna do when you’re grown up?’ she asked, cwtching me.
‘Grown up? You make us sound like little kids.’
‘We’re still kids really. So, answer the question.’
‘Well, you must know. It’s all Michael and I ever talk about. I wanna go into acting and writing. As clichéd as it sounds, I’d like to be famous.’
‘And do you think you will be?’
‘Yeah, I do. I can’t imagine it not happening, to be honest.’
‘I think you’ll make it.’ She nibbled one of my earlobes. ‘So would you describe yourself as a tits or arse kinda guy?’
‘I dunno! Bit random!’ I laughed. ‘Sometimes I would describe myself as an arse man, but I go through stages of loving boobs… I couldn’t possibly say if I prefer your boobs or your bum. Depends on what season of the year it is, I suppose.’
‘Indeed.’ Lisa grinned.
‘But your eyes are my favorite part of you. You have incredible eyes.’
‘Thank you.’
‘So… What would you say your favorite part of me is?’
‘Ah, you were expecting me to reply. Quid pro quo . Sorry!’
‘No, no. Just…’
‘It’s your smile. It’s lush. Whenever you smile it makes me smile too. So, why would you like to be famous? Is it for the money?’
‘No, but that would be a nice bonus.’
‘Is it for the
‘Yes,’ I lied.
‘That’s a shame.’
‘It certainly is. But it’s your loss. Now you’ll never know how good a kisser I am!’ I chuckled.
She edged her face so close to mine that our noses brushed together. And then we kissed. Time stopped, but the rain still lashed down and the wind swept litter through the air. I brushed her wet hair away from her forehead and whispered in her ear.
‘Taken at the flood.’
‘I realized I liked you when I first saw you again, when you were walking through the college corridors thinking you were James Dean.’
‘You didn’t show it,’ I said.
‘I worry you’ll get bored of being with me, and we won’t be friends anymore.’ She gave me a searching look.
I’d never get bored of Lisa. That moment was heaven, knowing she was mine and that she cared for me. You always remember the small details of first love: a tone of voice, a special smile or the sound of laughter. I knew she hid her insecurities under a confident façade, and she needed me to look after her.
Michael was relieved when he discovered Lisa and I had gotten together.
‘I could tell you were obsessed with her.’ He poked me in the ribs.
‘How?’
‘You practically drooled over her. It was embarrassing. Niagara falls - that’s not cool.’
I laughed. The three of us were good together, and Michael would never feel like a third wheel because relationships were anathema to him. He would always be there for us, but he’d also leave us alone when he thought we needed ‘couply time.’ He had everything you could wish for in a friend.
Lisa had developed a strange complex about pavement cracks. She believed it was bad luck to stand on them, so we spent a lot of time zigzagging across pavements until we rested under the shade of the warehouse in my old neighborhood. ‘What do you really wanna do when you’re grown up?’ she asked, cwtching me.
‘Grown up? You make us sound like little kids.’
‘We’re still kids really. So, answer the question.’
‘Well, you must know. It’s all Michael and I ever talk about. I wanna go into acting and writing. As clichéd as it sounds, I’d like to be famous.’
‘And do you think you will be?’
‘Yeah, I do. I can’t imagine it not happening, to be honest.’
‘I think you’ll make it.’ She nibbled one of my earlobes. ‘So would you describe yourself as a tits or arse kinda guy?’
‘I dunno! Bit random!’ I laughed. ‘Sometimes I would describe myself as an arse man, but I go through stages of loving boobs… I couldn’t possibly say if I prefer your boobs or your bum. Depends on what season of the year it is, I suppose.’
‘Indeed.’ Lisa grinned.
‘But your eyes are my favorite part of you. You have incredible eyes.’
‘Thank you.’
‘So… What would you say your favorite part of me is?’
‘Ah, you were expecting me to reply. Quid pro quo . Sorry!’
‘No, no. Just…’
‘It’s your smile. It’s lush. Whenever you smile it makes me smile too. So, why would you like to be famous? Is it for the money?’
‘No, but that would be a nice bonus.’
‘Is it for the
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