The next morning, I once again wake up with plenty of time to spare before school. However, today I decide to eat breakfast. But not until I get dressed.

Today I decide to wear an aqua color top with a giant silver peace sign on it. The pants I pick are leggings with a black and grey pattern. I put on some grey Toms, grab my leather messenger bag and a bracelet to match the top, then go downstairs and into the kitchen.

I almost fix eggs and bacon, but instead go with a simple pop tart. After that, I have just enough time to get to the end of the driveway without having to rush. So, with ear buds in place, I am on my way.

One again I sit down and continue to listen to music. I hope Harry is not upset with me. I mean…he did try to kiss me, right? I don’t know…maybe I was wrong. I hope that doesn’t make things awkward today.

For some reason, my heart begins to beat just a bit faster as the bus pulls up. I take a deep breath as I get on and search for Harry in the back. And search. And search. But he is not there.
Oh no. I feel my heart sink as I take the seat where Harry should be. He is not here. Why is he not here. Is it because of last night? Could he really have been that upset?

I begin staring out of the window as the bus moves. I close my eyes and begin to replay in my mind exactly what happened last night. He leaned in. He definitely leaned in closer to me. His eyes. They were looking so deeply into mine. He really was about to-

“Did Harry leave you by yourself today? Awww." My eyes immediately open at the sound of Amanda’s voice. She then laughs a high pitched laugh along with some others. I almost turn to look at her, but instead hope that by ignoring her, she will leave me alone. Luckily, it works.

I get to school and the day drags by slower than I ever thought possible. It is only second period and it already feels like it should be time to go home.

By the time I get to science class in third period, I am beyond ready to leave. As soon as I get to my stool at the table where Harry and I sit, I put my head down and let out a silent but heavy sigh.

I can not believe he is that upset. I just…I still can not believe it. Maybe he just doesn’t feel well. He could be sick. Yeah. That could be it. Or maybe he just has-

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear books drop on the table. I almost turn my head to see who it is, but I figure it is probably Amanda and decide to go with the ignoring technique like I did this morning.

“So, you’re not going to say hello to me? Well then, it’s nice to know you didn’t miss me." The sound of Harry’s voice startles me and makes my heart race. I immediately sit up and give him a disapproving look. “Why are you late? You better have a good excuse." He grins and then replies, “Who do you think you are? My mom?"

“Shut up." I say as I hit his arm. “And do not even try to avoid answering because you are going to answer it."

“Oh I am, am I? What is this, an interrogation?" I give him a piercing look and he laughs. “Fine, I’ll tell you. It isn’t even a big deal. I just slept too late and had to take a bus."

I am immediately relieved by his answer. Maybe he is not upset with me. In fact, at this point, I think he hadn’t even tried to kiss me. With this realization I feel both glad, and a little disappointed.

The rest of the day goes by in a flash, despite the fact the work we are doing in class is beginning to pick up at a pretty fast pace.

On the way to the bus, we started talking about how nice the weather was. It was not hot or anything, but definitely not as cold as it had been. The temperature was pretty mild, but when the wind blew lightly, it was a bit cooler. We both agreed it felt nice.

“I bet it would be great to sit on my trampoline in my back yard in this kind of weather." I say as we take our seats on the bus. “You have a trampoline?" Harry asks excitedly. “Yeah. It is really cool. I love it. It is way far back in my yard; being back there makes you feel like you’re a million miles away from the rest of the world." I laugh then say, “That’s probably why I love it there so much."

“That really is cool. You’ll have to let me come to your secret hideaway some time." He grins at me and I do the same. “Well…you could come over today. I mean, if you want to…"

“I would love to." He replies. And after that, we are at my house before I even have time to process what all had just happened.

I begin to get excited as we make our way to what I will now call my secret hideaway. I find it kind of strange that I feel so excited. I guess it’s just that…I really like this place and, well…having someone to show it to and share it with is very new and different for me.

I really like it.

As we head into the are full of trees, I can see the look on Harry’s face begin to look like the one I probably had when I was first came here just three days ago. As the number of trees around us begin to grow, I once again hear the sounds of the birds and the crunching of leaves. Neither of us say a word until we reach the clearing where the trampoline and creek are.

“This. Is. Awesome." Harry says as he slowly walks over to the trampoline, all while taking in the serene and beautiful surroundings. “It really is." I say as I do the same.

We both take our shoes off and lay them next to the trampoline. Harry is already standing on the trampoline while I lay down my purse. Once I join him, he immediately begins jumping. I am caught off guard, and have to gain back my balance before finally jumping in synch with him.

“Don’t laugh!" I say. “I’m sorry." he responds. “It’s just that you are so adorable when you’re clumsy like that." My face turns red and I quickly respond, “Oh, please. Do not even."

“What?" he asks. “Do not even, what?" As we continue jumping, I become fascinated by the way his curly hair bounces with each jump. So much so, I almost forget to reply. “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I am talking about. You think you can get away with anything as long as you keep up this whole charming act you’ve got going on. But guess what? It will not work on me."
I begin to slow down my jumping when Harry stops completely. He walks closer to me then says, “So, you think I’m charming?"

Crap. I definitely did not think that through. “Umm…no. No..I said you try to act charming. You try. Some people fall for it, but I do not." I say with a satisfied smile. I think I handled that well.
He steps closer to me once more before saying with a giant smirk on his face, “Please, you know you like it."

My heart beats fast as I look into his eyes. I can feel the silence weighing heavily on me and I soon can not stand it anymore. I plop down into a sitting position on the trampoline then say, “I’m a bit tired of jumping. I’m going to sit now." Surprisingly, he does not question me changing the subject and sits down next to me. I’m sitting Indian style and he has his long legs stretched out.

We sit there in silence for a moment and listen to the sounds around us. The birds chirps are few, but still nice to listen to. The creek is flowing steadily and the sound of it only enhances the calming atmosphere. More clouds begin to show causing it to be colder than earlier; especially when there is a light breeze. But still, I find it nice and refreshing.

I look over at Harry who is looking away from me and at the creek. That or somewhere over in that area. I can’t see him straightforward, but I do see him from a profile point of view. I once again become interested in his hair. He has great hair, and it looks even better as the light wind blows it around. He is looking quite intensely at whatever it is he is looking at. Or he is deep in thought. Yeah, it looks like he is really thinking about something.

Just as I begin to contemplate what he might be thinking so intently on, he looks over at me; keeping the same intense look. “Megan…have you ever been scared?" Ok. So... was not expecting that. I hesitantly ask, “Umm…yeah, I mean…what?"

He looks down, then quickly back up at me. “I mean…have you ever wanted to do something or…say say something to someone but you were to afraid? Afraid of what they will think, how they will respond. Afraid you will regret it, or say or do the wrong thing?"

His voice is serious as well as his look. I am still not sure what he talking about or why he came out of the blue with all of this, so I just look at him a moment before saying, “Umm…I guess, I mean…why?" He looks a bit aggravated as he lets out a sigh. Not aggravated with me, but himself.

“I’m sorry this sound so…weird and random. I am not doing a very good job at explaining what I am trying to say." He looks down for a moment before looking up and deeply into my eyes.
“Megan…I am going to do something. Something I have kind of tried before but failed miserably at. I may regret it tomorrow. I may regret it as soon as I do it. You may never want to speak to me again and it may be the worse possible thing I could do. But despite all of that, I think that not doing it would be far worse than all of those possibilities."

I am at a loss for words as his gaze continues deeply into my eyes. I try to ask him what he is talking about, but before I know it, he is closer to me. Much, much closer to me. About a mere four inched away from my face.

I know what is happening. It all makes sense know. But at the same time, it doesn’t. Is he really going to kiss me? Is this really going to happen?

And with that thought, my question was answered. As prepared as I thought I would be for him kissing me, nothing could have prepared me for the moment when his soft lips reached mine.
Because this is my first kiss, I was nervous.

Very nervous.

But surprisingly, for only a second. I may be new to this, but as Harry slowly, and softly kissed me, it felt like I had done it a million times before.

My heart began to beat faster than ever as soon as our lips touched and has not stopped since. I quickly tried calming myself down and tried to tell myself to remember this moment. After all, you only have your first kiss once.

Take it in. I want to take it all in and remember every detail. The softness of his lips, the way his arms were wrapped tightly but gently around my waist, and the way his hair felt as I ran my fingers through them.

He breaks away from the kiss and we are now back to being four inches apart. He has yet to break his hold on me as we look into each others eyes.

I smile as I ask, “Do you regret it?"

He smiles as well then pulls me into a tight hug before replying, “Definitely not."