You Are Beautiful

After a few hours, we arrive at Carina's place. As she gets out of the car, she thanks Matt for the ride. She then comes to my side, leans in and whispers in my ear, "You guys have fun. Don't worry about us."

I watch her walk away while Matt starts the car, and suddenly, my heart races as I realize we're alone now. Matt breaks the silence by asking, "Hey, what was all that about at school earlier?"

Caught off guard, I reply, "Oh, it was nothing. Just our usual friend stuff." I dismiss it with a smile and quickly shift my gaze outside the car window. The awkward silence lingers throughout the ride, and I avoid looking at Matt's side, feeling the tension intensify.

My heart skips a beat as I feel Matt's hand grazing mine, a gentle touch that sends a shiver down my spine. I can't help but smile, pretending to look in the opposite direction so he won't notice. But then, he places his hand over mine, his touch warm and comforting.

I turn to look at his face, and his eyes are filled with intensity. He holds my hand, his fingers softly brushing over it, before slowly pulling it up. He parks the car near the road, and then he turns to me, cupping my face in his hands. We lock our gazes and I can see his blue eyes searching mine, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips.

The tension in the car is palpable, and I search for something to say, desperately trying to ease the awkwardness that now hangs in the air. "So...uh...nice weather we're having, huh?" I stutter, my voice coming out in a nervous squeak. Matt's eyes soften, a playful glint within them as he chuckles lightly.

He slowly leans in for a kiss and my heart begins to race, a flurry of butterflies taking flight in my stomach. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks, betraying my embarrassment.

I felt the warmth of Matt's breath against my lips as he whispered, "The weather is beautiful, but not as beautiful as you." I could see the desire in his eyes, the longing for a connection that mirrored my own, and it both thrilled and terrified me.

As our lips touched, a rush of warmth enveloped me, sending a delightful tingle through my entire being. But amidst the physical sensations, my mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts.

It was a total tornado of emotions, caught in a frenzy of uncertainty. I could sense my feelings growing, and yet, I couldn't help but feel a nervous flutter in my heart. I was torn between spilling my heart out and keeping my feelings under wraps.

And then, as I slowly leaned back, I watched him open his eyes and look at me with a smile that melted my heart. In response, I couldn't help but smile back shyly.

After a brief pause, I gathered the courage to speak up, saying, "Wow... that was..." And he chuckled, his laughter contagious, as he finished my sentence with a playful tone, saying, "Absolutely amazing, right? I couldn't agree more." We both burst into laughter, the tension melting away.

As his hand gently locked with mine, he started the car and we began our ride to my place. In the midst of the drive, we exchanged glances, sharing smiles that couldn't be contained.

Lost in my own thoughts, replaying the sweet kiss in my head and blushing to myself, I was caught off guard when he suddenly asked, "Right from here?" In a burst of excitement, I exclaimed, "Oh yeah! And then straight!" He nodded, as he took the road.

We drove until we finally reached my place. With a gentle stop, he parked the car, and I felt a rush of butterflies in my stomach. He slowly took my hand and leaned forward. I could feel my heart racing.

I turned to him, feeling bold in the moment, and pecked him on the cheek. He seemed taken aback for a moment. Not noticing it, I said, "Thank you for the ride. I had such a great time." He looked at me with a grin and replied, "Me too."

As I got out of the car, blushing and smiling, I walked towards my door. I couldn't help but turn back and mouth a silent "bye" to him. He returned the gesture with a smile and said "See you tomorrow" before driving away.

As his car disappeared into the distance, I couldn't contain my excitement. With a wide grin on my face, I rang the doorbell and eagerly waited for my dad to open the door. He greeted me with a puzzled expression and asked, "Why are you smiling so much?" I twirled around, dancing my way to my room and exclaimed, "Dad, you won't believe it! Something amazing just happened!"

My dad chuckled and raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "What is it??" he asked, leaning against the doorframe. I couldn't help but giggle,"Dad, I just had my furst kiss. I can't stop smiling!"

He asks, "So, who is this special someone?" I blushed and replied, "Dad. I'll tell you more once things progress. But for now, I'm just over the moon!"

He gives me a knowing smile and says, "Well, as long as they treat you like the queen you are, I'm happy. But if they break your heart, they'll have to answer to me!" We both chuckle.

As he walks away with a smile, he says, "I'm happy for you anyway." The thought of the first kiss lingers in my mind, and I can't help but ponder over it. I find myself lying down on the bed, lost in my thoughts.

I take out my phone and open his direct message, eagerly waiting for his text. I contemplate typing a message first, but then I decide against it, thinking, "Nah, I'll wait for him to text first."

As I wait and wait for a message that never comes, I start to come up with excuses in my head. "He's probably driving." Feeling a mix of disappointment and frustration, I decide to turn off my phone and keep it away.

I go to the mirror, and as I catch sight of myself, a radiant smile spreads across my face. I can't help but feel a surge of happiness, and I grab a nearby pillow, playfully placing it over my face. "Oh, stop it, you!" I say to my reflection, giggling at my own silliness.

As I stand there, basking in my own happiness, my thoughts turn to my friends. I can't wait to share this incredible news with them. I stood there imagining their reactions. But then, like a sudden jolt, I remember the incident from school.

Without wasting any time, I quickly grab my phone and type out a message to Carina, "Hey, just got home. Anything from Lou yet?" I hit send, feeling a mix of nervous anticipation and excitement.

As I anxiously await Carina's reply, my heart is torn between two conflicting emotions. On one hand, I'm bursting with excitement to share the thrilling news about the kiss. But on the other hand, I  wanna know whether they made up or not.

I couldn't wait to hear from either of them and  then decide whether to spill the beans or wait for the right moment. The suspense was just killing me!