The First Night of the First Summer of a Stupid High School Girl


    Sighing as I walked out of English class on the last day of my freshman year, I smiled at Rachael. I had made it through my first year of high school. I attended all the football games, got asked to homecoming, and went on dates with senior boys. I was now prepared for my first summer as a high schooler. I didn't know it at the time, but the upcoming three months would also end up being the most memorable moments of my life. This is only the first night of those memories.
    The first Saturday of summer, while getting all dolled up to go watch Rachael's dance recital, I received a text message from a boy I hadn't talked to in awhile. He'd just graduated, and I had no idea why he was texting me. Of course I thought 'well this could be fun', so I texted him back. As the conversation went on we planned to hang out that night after the recital, which he was also attending to watch his little sister. My heart fluttered lightly as I remembered the little crush that had developed early that year when I first met him, but was forgotten when I began dating his friend. While sitting, watching the recital, he texted me to ask if we were still on for tonight. I replied telling him I had to be home right after the recital. Reading his response brought a bright smile to my face. "Sneak out," he said. The thought struck me as bad in a good way, and I texted back an unsure "Alright." I couldn't wait to tell Rachael what I planned on doing that night. In fact, I was so excited it was the second thing, after 'Good job,' that I said to her after she danced. She told me to tell her all about it tomorrow and walked out the door with her family. 
    After coming home, surfing the web a little bit, and waiting for my parents to fall asleep, I slowly opened my window and climbed out. I ran to his truck and got in the backseat next to a friend of his who would later become more than a friend to me. My heart was racing, but no where near as fast as it would be later that night. We drove to a neighborhood pool and got out of the car. His friends were waiting for a friend of theirs and they planned on 'skinny dipping.' I didn't want to and was more than happy when my friend purposed we leave to go talk. We got in his truck and drove to the park. We sat there talking for awhile then had to go get towels and pick up his friends. They got in the car and we drove them to their vehicles. After I received an unexpected good-bye kiss from one of his friends we pulled away and drove to a park near my house. 
    It was about 1:30 in the morning, but that was the farthest thing from my mind. We talked about everything that night from music to life-long dreams. I was laughing at something funny that was said when he leaned in and began kissing me. My stomach filled with butterflies, and I started to get worried I was going to do something wrong. His hand on my side calmed me a bit as I started to just go with it. I was a good kisser and I knew it, but so was he. As I came back to reality, I heard what would later become our song, playing from the speakers of his truck. From the time his lips left mine to about 4:30 in the morning when I crawled back through my window into my room it felt like nothing could go wrong. He was so sweet and funny. There were no awkward silences or moments of boredom. He was great, and I was smitten.
    At the time, I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, but I've come to find out I didn't have a clue. To this day, every time I hear Steal My Kisses by Ben Harper I think of us kissing, and even after being with a great guy whom i love with all my heart for a year now, I still remember that night. I remember what I was wearing and how I felt sitting in that truck with a boy who was about to leave for college. That summer was an outstanding one that I can never possibly forget. The way I felt every night with him is something I can never possibly forget, and the way I felt when he left to move on with his life is something I hate to remember. It took awhile for me to move on, and when I did he came back. I've been with my boyfriend for a year now, and this certain summer guy has missed me about a year now. Closure is something we never really had, and no one can predict the future. Every time I start to move on he's back, and every time he starts to move on I show up some how. I have a lot more life to live, who knows if he'll be apart of it. One thing I do know is that he will always be the main part of the summer after my first year of high school.