Monday, September 30, 2013
Just Another After School Special - Part Five
Just Another After School Special
“Hey Izzie, I'm glad you came,” Nick said as he invited me inside. I took a tentative step forward but his smile gave me all the courage that I needed to walk a little more confidently into his apartment. I could hear the door closing behind me but I was preoccupied looking around the apartment.
It was small; your typical college apartment. It didn't scream 'A college guy lives here,' though and I couldn't help but wonder if he had picked up before I came over. A small part of me, including those pesky butterflies, hoped that he had.
The front door opened up into the living room which was furnished with a beaten up, but comfortable looking couch, an old lazy boy and a large TV mounted on the wall. There was also a coffee table with faint rings from beer cans, or at least I imagined they were from beer cans.
“Would you like the grand tour?” Nick asked, stepping up next to me and smiling.
I smiled, “That would be nice.” Nick looked slightly more relaxed than he had when he opened the door. He reached out and took my hand, gently intertwining our fingers. His hand was warm around mine and I couldn't help but notice that even though my hand looked small compared to his, our fingers fit together almost perfectly.
We looked up at the same time, catching each others gaze. He squeezed my hand lightly and we both smiled, my grip on his hand tightening slightly for a moment.
“Come on, let me show you around,” there was noticeable relief in his eyes, he had been worried that I would pull my hand back. The butterflies in my stomach were having a field day.
“Lead the way!”
I had been in the campus apartments before and Nick's wasn't much different. He had a small kitchen off the living room and his room and a bathroom were down a short hallway. When we got back to the living room he shrugged almost embarrassed, “It isn't much, but it's home for now.”
“I like it,” I said, squeezing his hand lightly.
“Good.” That amazing smile was back on his lips and the twinkle in his eye made me want to kiss him right there.
“So, thoughts about dinner?” he asked after a slight pause, “Did you have anything in particular in mind?”
I shook my head, “I hadn't really thought about it,” I laughed a little, “What had you been planning before I texted you?”
Nick thought for just a second, “Have you been to that diner just off campus? The one on Clark?”
I had to think for a minute, trying to picture Clark Street. “I think so, is it the place that looks like it's straight out of the fifties?”
“That's the place!” He looked excited that I had been there. “Do you wanna go?”
“That sounds great.” Tori and I had gone down there the first week of school and as far as I could remember the food had been good. Then again, I was pretty sure anywhere would be good tonight.
Nick had grabbed his keys off the short book shelf by the door but he paused for just a second before he opened the door and turned back to face me.
“You know what, before we go I wanna do something.” The next thing I knew he had pulled me to him, one of his hands resting on my hip, the other cupping my cheek. I had just realized what he was doing when his lips met mine.
It wasn't an overly long kiss, it wasn't something that was packed with passion and made me want to rip his clothes off right there. Instead it was soft, full of the promise of more to come, my skin tingling where he touched me. It was everything a first kiss should be.
“There,” Nick said with a smile as he pulled back, both hands now resting gently on my hips, “Now we can go.”