Picnic Romance

I watched as he ran towards me, excitement clearly exploding in his sapphire eyes. He looked so happy and so young, pure and full of passion for the world. Before I could move my train of thoughts somewhere else he was standing right in front of me, panting from running across the large field and up the hill I was up on top of, the hill with the apple tree. I smiled in amusement but quickly tried to hide my smile when he looked back up at me. I couldn’t hide it quick enough and he noticed my smile. A smile grew on his face.1

I hardly ever smiled at him, doing my best to pretend he wasn’t my interest. I tried to push him away from me, to make him realize that I “don’t” want to be with him. if only he took ‘no’ for an answer, he just never gives up. for the past three months he’s been trying to get me to go ot with him. it seems like a long time, about ninety days of rejection, but he doesn’t care about yesterday or last week. he lives in the moment.2

“Cynthia!” he said as he tried to catch his breath. “Cynthia I found this amazing place past the woods and in the meadows! I want to show you real quick!” he said and took my hand. I tried to pull away from him but his grip was strong. “Just hold onto me. I don’t want to drag you in the dirt.” He said. I gave him a strange look. what was that supposed to mean? Should I take that as an insult for my lack of speed? Suddenly I was being pulled down the hill. My heart raced. I hated running down hills. I always thought I would trip and fall on my face. 3

Don must have noticed my freight, maybe because I was screaming, because he quickly slowed down and I ended up falling on top of him. we were near the end of the hill so we didn’t roll down for long. Don seemed to be enjoying it with his non-stop laughter. I couldn’t stand his immaturity sometimes. 4

Before I knew it I was being dragged through the woods and then into the meadows. This was truly a magical place. There was such a variety of fields…of landscapes. As we neared the stream of clear water, Don turned me around to face him and put his arms around my waist. At first I was paralyzed but when his right hand went down to my…ass…I began to squirm. He used his “grip” to pull me over his shoulder. 5

“I can’t let you see the surprise.” He said assuring me that he did what he did in innocence and not lust or temptation. I felt offended because knowing a boy was tempted by me was great. and now that Don says he wasn’t tempted it made me feel…yucky inside and out. 6

I could feel him beginning to walk. I stared straight at the ground, watching the grass turn from yellow to a bright green. I sure hope the grass was naturally yellow…7

Suddenly he stopped walking. He carefully let me down onto my feet and smiled at me, stars twinkling in his eyes.8

“I know you get sick of me trying to win your heart over…but this isn’t one of those attempts…this is a friendly gesture.” He said with an innocent smile. I sighed to myself. Friendly gesture my boot. “Alright…well you can turn around now.” he said. I don’t know why I actually turned around. I just did and what I saw was simply amazing.9

Red carnations were everywhere! They were my favorite flowers and he must have known. In the center of the wild carnations was a patch of clear ground with a picnic set up. I could finally smell the fresh cooked food. Don grinned.10

“I cooked all the food myself! I thought it was time for you to find out why they call me Don-” he struck a pose, “-the delicious.” He finished. I began to snicker but held my laughter in. he was disappointed at my reaction, I could see it in his eyes. Those sapphire eyes were just like an open book. 11

“This is supposed to be a friendly gesture?” I asked him sarcastically. His ears burned red. I chuckled and shook my head at him. 12

“Well…it isn’t a date or anything. If it was a date I would have asked you.” he clarified to me. I snickered and rolled my eyes. “So…will you please…have a friendly picnic with me? maybe you can give me advise for my food? Or maybe we could just talk. Or maybe we could just…cuddle up and you could tell me that I was the most handsome guy on Earth…that’s cool with me too.” He said. 13

This time I laughed. I finally laughed and he was finally satisfied.14

A few hours passed by and I still found myself sitting with him talking. We couldn’t stop. It was the only real conversation we had. It wasn’t until much later that I realized Don has been inching closer to me as the time passed. We started at opposite sides of the blanket and now our knees were touching. I felt my face turn hot yet my heart was beating against my chest so loud I thought Don could hear it. I looked up at him, him being much taller than me, and watched as his eyes lowered to my lips. I waited, thinking his eyes would keep looking down until he was looking down my shirt but strangely he didn’t care to look down my shirt. 15

“Cynthia…am I a good cook?” he asked me, out of all questions, that’s the one he chose. I chuckled and nodded my head. 16

“Uh-huh.” I answered. I felt himself leaning in towards me. my heart now began pounding against my chest. I felt like I was going to explode. 17

“Am I funny?” he asked me. I answered the same. He weakly smiled. “Am I good-looking?” he asked. I laughed, but he must have liked my answer anyways. “Am I a good kisser?” he asked me. before I could stop laughing I felt him press his lips to mine. I quickly pushed him away. I was angry at him but he looked so different from before and after that very short kiss. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were large and dancing. His lips were slightly apart, as if waiting to see if I would return another kiss. When I didn’t his lips closed but he still looked happy. 18

And that’s when I realized…he WAS a good kisser!19