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I made my way into the bar (our meeting place), my feet dragging the rest of my body the whole way; it was as though my fate was set in stone, no way of turning back. Soon enough, I found myself alone with him, strolling alongside the well lit pool which seemed to radiate a brilliant blue in the heavy darkness.
This is too secluded... it feels like a bad idea. Imagine what would think. No. Don’t panic. Act like everything is normal, because it is.

After a little small talk regarding our surroundings and another appalling addition to this holiday’s evening shows, all was silent. I felt his gaze weigh down upon me, but I daren’t turn my head and look away from the spot I had been staring holes in. It was too dangerous.

He took my arm and my skin burned.
Say something... think of something to say!

“Haha, look!” I tore my hand away and pointed towards his brother who was stood in the distance, cigarette in hand, spying on us. appeared somewhat flustered by the presence of his brother, and so we moved back onto the terrace, back into the light, where we had a marvellous view of the whole bay.

“It’s so beautiful...” I whispered.
After nodding in agreement, he pointed up to the midnight sky and indicated towards one star; this star seemed to glow more intensely than the rest.
“You see the star? The bright one” he said, “That is you. That is your star.”
I smiled; my eyes remained locked to the floor, conscious that his head was precariously close to my own, so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek. Several times he slowly leaned in to kiss me, but I turned away sharply, pretending not to have noticed. I had to remain loyal; I wasn’t that person, but I was so close – too close. I had permitted a kiss on the cheek; it’s friendly and harmless, but it’s risky nonetheless.

“Emmm... at home, is there...a boy?” he inquired.
I panicked.
I muttered an incoherent sound; I nodded and shook my head simultaneously. He took it as no.
Oh my sweet Lord. What would he say? What would they all say?

***

Reflecting on the previous night, I was rather cynical towards his romantic nature. Surely he was just-another-guy out to get some. “That is your star” – get lost. Yet at the same time, I contemplated the possibility I was simply being too distrusting. After all, he did seem genuine, but I’ve been wrong before. Could those eyes deceive?
It’s all so deep and extraordinary. Something is amiss here.
Regardless, I was determined to appear aloof and totally indifferent. Firstly, any encouragement would be a gross misconduct on my part, secondly I didn’t trust (nor understand) his rapid development of affection towards me. I’ve had limited experience with boys, but I knew enough to get me through this predicament.

Friday was pretty similar to the day before as far as activities are concerned. We met once again after the show, which, may I add, had outdone itself in dreadfulness. I was frustrated at myself for being so nervous prior to meeting him.
What is wrong with you? You don’t even like him.
Once again, I found myself sat by the serene, unspoiled pool with this mysterious boy. He moved closer. The silence was deafening; I begged for some kind of disruption – an earthquake, an explosion, a scream. None came. His persistent attempts to kiss me became harder to reject without seeming aggressive.

Fortunately, our “date” grew less awkward as time went by. We made our way into the arcade room where I managed to triumph in the most high-ranking of sports, air hockey. Years of practicing had finally paid off. It was enjoyable; just two friends having fun on holiday, no tension, and no silence – just fun. Of course, I spoke to soon.

We perched ourselves on a step in comfortable silence, basking in the warm night air. I felt his eyes upon me once more and felt compelled to question him about this common occurrence. I turned my head to face him and he told me I was beautiful; I rejected his compliment politely with a slight shake of the head.
How close is he? His head is resting right against your own.

“One kiss...please?” he uttered with that low, husky voice and hypnotic stare. I observed his mouth as he spoke; it was so small, but so gentle.
“I can’t...” I whispered, my breath was heavy - as was my heart.
“Just 2 seconds. Close your eyes.”
I did. And he kissed me.

It was just a peck; I hadn’t done anything too horrendous – although it was enough to set off my conscience. Then again, I didn’t feel anything that powerful when he kissed me... Was that simply because his feelings were not reciprocated? Was I just too uptight? It was irrelevant. It would never happen again – ever.