had left the gymnasium. The night felt peaceful while ill uminated by the white light of the moon. I flopped onto the cool grass and looked up at the stars.
Tristan lay next to me and, after a moment, said quietly, “You aren’t like any of the girls I dated.” I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “What do you mean?”
“You think and you wear an old, red pair of Chucks.” He smirked. “Chris told me that.” I laughed. “Yeah, I figured.”
“And you care about other people, not just yourself.”
I rolled onto my side and watched the stars reflect in his dark glasses. Those two lenses hid so much of him from me, so much of him that I couldn’t stand to have hidden anymore. I pushed myself into a sitting position with one leg curled under my body. I hugged my knee and let the words slip from my lips: “I want to see your eyes.”
Tristan leaned up on his elbows. “What?”
“Your eyes,” I breathed.
He brushed a hand through his hair. “Isn’t it dark?”
“There’s a full moon. Please.”
He exhaled slowly and nodded.
I bit my lip and bent forward. Reaching out my trembling fingers, I gently slid the glasses off of his face. I looked down as I rested them on his chest, then I hesitated. Taking in a steadying breath, I lifted my eyes to see...his closed eyelids. I smiled in surprise and, suddenly, his eyes snapped open. My heart leapt and I felt the air escape from my lungs. His eyes were striking—the brightest cerulean of an intense flame. But, even while I reveled at the sight, I could see the vacancy of his pupils as they stared past my shoulder.
I found my hand caressing his temple.
There was no thought, no word, as I simply found my eyes closed and my lips upon his and his upon mine. My heart pounded in my chest while his hand found its way into my hair. I was kissing him with every drop of emotion that had pooled within me since, since I couldn’t even remember when! I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me closer to him. I, no, we were in lo—
“ Amy ! Where are you?” The ill-timed call pierced the night. “We decided that it would be more fun if we all went for pizza!”
“Yeah, he can eat pizza!” yelled Lyle.
I pulled back and found myself breathing heavily. After sucking in air, I called back, “We’re coming, Ahna!”
As Tristan helped me to my feet, I could see that he was smiling. He said slowly, “That was really...” He pushed his sunglasses back on. “Yeah.”
pushed his sunglasses back on. “Yeah.”
“It was ‘yeah’?” I laughed and bumped playfully into his side. “Yeah, for me too.”
* * *
I wiped the last specs of parmesan off of my plate up with a finger. We had just finished a meal, which had consisted of much awkward small talk. With silent, somewhat-violent urging from Ahna, Lyle had offered to go with Tristan to the bathroom. Now Ahna, having slurped up the last of her pop, was fixing me with an intense stare. She knew something was up, maybe because I couldn’t stop smiling.
“What happened to you?” she asked, her eyes glistening with curiosity.
My eyes flicked up to hers and I grinned even wider. “We kissed.”
“Wait— what ?!” she gasped. “Who kissed who?”
I laughed at her expression. “I don’t know—we kissed each other!”
“Seriously? Aim, that’s so awesome!” Her eyes grew dreamy. “I don’t know if I’ve ever had a simultaneous kiss...that’s so romantic.”
“Hey!” Lyle said grumpily. He was standing next to the table with Tristan. I blushed, hoping they hadn’t heard too much.
“I mean, of course I have.” Ahna caught her boyfriend’s arm, while she winked at me.
“Well, I guess we’ll head out,” I said, rising to my feet. “My car’s back at the school.”
“Yeah, mine too,” said Ahna.
I grabbed Tristan’s hand as we all headed outside. Ahna and Lyle were walking a little ahead of us, so I asked in a low voice, “Did you have a good time?”
He smirked.
Tristan lay next to me and, after a moment, said quietly, “You aren’t like any of the girls I dated.” I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “What do you mean?”
“You think and you wear an old, red pair of Chucks.” He smirked. “Chris told me that.” I laughed. “Yeah, I figured.”
“And you care about other people, not just yourself.”
I rolled onto my side and watched the stars reflect in his dark glasses. Those two lenses hid so much of him from me, so much of him that I couldn’t stand to have hidden anymore. I pushed myself into a sitting position with one leg curled under my body. I hugged my knee and let the words slip from my lips: “I want to see your eyes.”
Tristan leaned up on his elbows. “What?”
“Your eyes,” I breathed.
He brushed a hand through his hair. “Isn’t it dark?”
“There’s a full moon. Please.”
He exhaled slowly and nodded.
I bit my lip and bent forward. Reaching out my trembling fingers, I gently slid the glasses off of his face. I looked down as I rested them on his chest, then I hesitated. Taking in a steadying breath, I lifted my eyes to see...his closed eyelids. I smiled in surprise and, suddenly, his eyes snapped open. My heart leapt and I felt the air escape from my lungs. His eyes were striking—the brightest cerulean of an intense flame. But, even while I reveled at the sight, I could see the vacancy of his pupils as they stared past my shoulder.
I found my hand caressing his temple.
There was no thought, no word, as I simply found my eyes closed and my lips upon his and his upon mine. My heart pounded in my chest while his hand found its way into my hair. I was kissing him with every drop of emotion that had pooled within me since, since I couldn’t even remember when! I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me closer to him. I, no, we were in lo—
“ Amy ! Where are you?” The ill-timed call pierced the night. “We decided that it would be more fun if we all went for pizza!”
“Yeah, he can eat pizza!” yelled Lyle.
I pulled back and found myself breathing heavily. After sucking in air, I called back, “We’re coming, Ahna!”
As Tristan helped me to my feet, I could see that he was smiling. He said slowly, “That was really...” He pushed his sunglasses back on. “Yeah.”
pushed his sunglasses back on. “Yeah.”
“It was ‘yeah’?” I laughed and bumped playfully into his side. “Yeah, for me too.”
* * *
I wiped the last specs of parmesan off of my plate up with a finger. We had just finished a meal, which had consisted of much awkward small talk. With silent, somewhat-violent urging from Ahna, Lyle had offered to go with Tristan to the bathroom. Now Ahna, having slurped up the last of her pop, was fixing me with an intense stare. She knew something was up, maybe because I couldn’t stop smiling.
“What happened to you?” she asked, her eyes glistening with curiosity.
My eyes flicked up to hers and I grinned even wider. “We kissed.”
“Wait— what ?!” she gasped. “Who kissed who?”
I laughed at her expression. “I don’t know—we kissed each other!”
“Seriously? Aim, that’s so awesome!” Her eyes grew dreamy. “I don’t know if I’ve ever had a simultaneous kiss...that’s so romantic.”
“Hey!” Lyle said grumpily. He was standing next to the table with Tristan. I blushed, hoping they hadn’t heard too much.
“I mean, of course I have.” Ahna caught her boyfriend’s arm, while she winked at me.
“Well, I guess we’ll head out,” I said, rising to my feet. “My car’s back at the school.”
“Yeah, mine too,” said Ahna.
I grabbed Tristan’s hand as we all headed outside. Ahna and Lyle were walking a little ahead of us, so I asked in a low voice, “Did you have a good time?”
He smirked.
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