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A sharp slamming noise on my desk drew me out of my day dreams of far off mystic lands. I looked up to see a very angry teacher. Mr. B had gone blue in the face when he’d noticed I wasn’t listening anymore. He had dropped a large text book in front of my face waking me from a blissful dream.

“Miss Stepford, is there something out that window that you find more important to spend your time on than mathematics?” He asked me rigidly.

“Forgive me for being rude Mr. B. But I will always find something much more important than advanced algebra.” I had been unaware that the class had been watching up until that point, when the whole class burst into laughter. I had made Mr. B’s face turn a delightfully horrid new shade of purple. I had been extra ornery to him that day, so he was in a particularly foul mood and thus assigned us all another page of equations just as the bell rang.

The sound was heaven; it was the end of class on a beautiful pre-spring day. Pre-spring is my invention, once I tire of saying it was winter I started to say pre-spring around the end of February. It made school seem a little shorter and summer a little nearer.

Today was special. Today my dearest love was coming over with another close love of mine. Today Chocolate was coming over with my boyfriend… Er. Oops. I mean my boy friend was coming over with chocolate. It was date night. My family was going to poker down the street, and I was staying in with my darling for the evening. I had a movie picked out and everything. It would be perfect. I swear by it.

I got home around the usual time, and I did my homework like a good girl, and helped finish dinner. The first part of the night went smoothly, and soon I was answering the door for John, whose long brown hair was ever hanging in his face. I reached out a hand to brush it from his face but he grabbed my wrist before I reached him and he kissed my palm. I blushed and pulled him into the house.

Grandma came by for a little bit, and soon the rest of the adults were following her out the door. As soon as the last car drove away, I hurried to set the DVD up and make a small snack to go with an impossibly long movie. I’d chosen Titanic for our movie that night.

When I returned from the kitchen, John had set up a few blankets and pillows around the couch for us to cuddle on during the movie.
I lay beside him and turned on the TV. Instantly we heard the menu music of Titanic. We made our selves comfortable, and just as I was going to turn on the movie, his hand stopped me again.

I looked up at him with a puzzled look.
“Wait. Just another moment.” He gently pushed me up off the floor and took my hands in his and looked deep into my eyes. “Robin.” He said softly.

“Yes?” I asked quietly.

“I love you.”

“I know. You’ve said that before.” I said trying to look away. I thought he was going to say a bit more that that.

He took my chin in one hand and forced my gaze toward him. “No. I mean… I really love you.” He said. His finger traced my jaw and then he brushed his hand lightly through my hair. He pulled my hair back and tucked it behind my ear before pressing his lips to mine.

His kiss took me by surprise. Not only had I not expected it, I hadn’t expected it to be so intense. The kiss lasted a lifetime and I never wanted it to end. When he pulled away, I stared into him for a moment before kissing him again and locking my arms around him, pulling him down on top of me…


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Now, you may think what happened next was a little vulgar, and perhaps a smidge romantic. No, we didn’t make love, and we hadn’t wanted to. What happened was a seriously long make out session that had ended with a light headed me, and a ‘southern’ concentration of John’s mind.

For the rest of the night, we held one another in the floor wrapped in blankets and pillows. No one would be home for several hours, but when they arrive they would find us deeply asleep, clutching each other tightly, while Titanic played for the third time that night.