You see it in those stupid little teen flick movies all the time. The guy sneaks over to the girl's house, climbs up the tree or on the side of her house where vines are growing, and meets said girl at the window, eyes are met and they go in for a kiss to slow music playing. Well, for me, there were no trees or vines being climbed, and there certainly wasn’t any sappy “heart-eye” music. It was going on midnight, maybe past that, when I was dressing myself in old sweats and a tie-dye shirt, with fuzzy white slippers that I’ve had since the third grade (I have always been that size, I guess.) My aunt and uncle were in their room sleeping and as I went to shut my door, I tip-toed my way over to theirs to listen to snores, pillows falling off the bed, anything that could allow me to think that it was okay for me to continue with this plan I had created in my mind. (I was hoping to see this guy that I’ve been talking to, as he insisted that he wanted to see me so much)
Our stairs creaked, so with each step, I counted to 10 to make sure that the sounds didn’t echo off through walls and into their rooms. Once I reached the bottom, I turned off all lights, so if they did wake up, it had looked as if I made my way to bed. My phone acted as a flashlight and I acted as a snake, moving myself throughout misplaced furniture until I reached the door. I looked back and took a deep breath. I had made it this far, and it wasn’t until now that I could feel my heartbeat within my chest, pounding as if it were trying to get me to turn around. It would be unfair if I just told this guy to go home now, so I unlocked the door carefully and pulled. My first steps outside felt as if I were walking on the moon-- I felt happy and alive. I would never do this.
I walked into the driveway beside our house and sat behind our van and waited. “Oh, by the way, when you get here, I am beside the van” was the message I sent to said boy (we’ll continue to refer to him as the, “said boy”) and soon enough, I was enveloped by headlights. He got out of the car and sat down next to me. It was dark enough to feel as though you were blind but light enough that when you looked at the sky, you felt as if you were floating.
I guess looking back at it, it was like one of those stupid little teen flick movies. He may not have climbed any trees, and no music was playing in the background, but I can tell you one thing, the kisses we shared took away the fear I had of sneaking out. And who knows, maybe I’ll do it again.
