I remembered how hard I had to work to get to know Lucy. Even the day I had asked Memory about Lucy. Later that day I couldn’t stop wondering why Loyal was so rude. Gary and I had walked home; he stayed next door. He had only moved in a few months back, he stayed in town before. I sat by my bed, thinking about the blonde, Loyal had called her Lucy.

She was all over my mind. I had to make a plan fast to get her in the palms of my hands. The next day while climbing steps at the college I saw her on the second floor. I got nervous when I went close. She was reading a book, leaning on the wall. Words got stuck in my mouth. I had butterflies in my stomach. Her eyes met my eyes. She looked at me. I have to be confident, I kept telling my mind.

“The guy who doesn’t look where he is going,” she said lifting her eyes wider.

“Hi, I am Romeo,” I said sighing.

“I am Lucy, you look nervous and cute. What are you after?” she answered.

“I like you, I…” I got nervous when I kept looking at her.

“You love me? Oh sweet! Let’s make a deal,” she said coming closer. I could smell the fragrance on her body. She kissed my lips. I was shocked and didn’t even kiss her back. I stood like a zombie. Her hands held my body, it felt as if I was dreaming.

This is not a dream Romeo, wake up and kiss the girl back, my mind woke me up from the spell. I kissed her back and held her body. The kiss took two minutes then I released her.

“Wow, you can kiss,” she remarked.

I smiled shyly. I just kissed her, oh God. My blood raced and my smile widened up.

“Let’s meet later,” she said when the bell rang. She wrote her number on my hand and I saved it on my phone. I ran up the stairs to attend a lesson on the third floor. The lesson went short. I kept dreaming, seeing Lucy in my arms, kissing me. I remember every moment of how she kissed me.

“Romeo, you are day dreaming,” Gary asked winking.

“She kissed me,” I spoke louder.

“What? Are you for real?” he asked concerned.

“On the second floor, I am serious,” I answered happily.

“Stop dreaming,” Memory said coming and sitting close to us.

“She even gave me her number, see?” I showed them on my hand. Gary stood up and laughed louder.

“You are the man, good boy,” he spoke gladly.

Now their teasing will stop, I thought. I always told them I was waiting for the one. They thought I was shy and some students thought I was gay. Later that day I took my phone after eating my jam sandwiches for dinner. I dialled her number.

“Hello,” I spoke so quietly.

“You already miss my kiss,” she spoke.

“Actually, I miss your whole,” I spoke grinning.

“I am starting to think you had all this planned,” she said.

After talking about ourselves we hung up. I slept happily that day. My struggles were over.

Our relationship went well for a few months. She came for sleepovers since I stayed alone. My parents had immigrated to America. They only came once a year during Christmas. She was the girl I wished for. We had our ups and downs as it was in every relationship.

She went to visit her parents in another city. When she came back things were not the same. We argued over stupid things. I wanted to concentrate on my school work. She said I was always giving her cold shoulders but didn’t realise it. Sometimes I would shout, “I made a mistake, I don’t love you.” It hurt her. I would realise I love her after seeing her cold sad face.

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