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  • Feverish
    persephone
    8 Jul 2003

    I was sick that day with some sort of overgrown cold. I was feverish and having to smile and be polite was hard. It was September and my piano teacher was getting married. My mom was so happy for her, I was too, but the coughing kept getting in the way.
    The view was beautiful-the wedding was at a winery-and the sky was gorgeous. The sun was just about to sink into the hills as the couple said their wedding vows.
    I sat, being cold and sick, and that was when I saw him. They were the only other teenagers I could see. He and his brother were sitting on the other side of the balcony. He had dark eyes, and dark hair that was extremely spikey. 'Sonic the hedgehog' was the first thing to come to mind. But, after Beth walked down the aisle, I forgot all about him.
    We went back inside to the reception room, decorated in purple and white, and got our table assignments. I don't remember what table we sat at, but, when we went to sit down, I was sitting between my dad and my mom. When the family that was to share our table walked over, I looked up and it was him. After they sat down, they introduced themselves. My piano teacher had babysat for the two boys when they were younger. His name was Max, Max Martins-a name that I loved. His brother was Ryan and they both went to high school at another school in my town. Max was the younger one though-only a sophomore while his brother was a junior, like me. During our conversation, I found that every so often, Max would catch my eye and look at me while he talked or listened, making me feel like the only one there. He had intense eyes whose gaze seemed to see not only see my eyes, but something inside of me as well.
    Our families talked as we ate dinner and listened to toasts. It was then that Max suggested that he, Ryan and I go wander outside for awhile.
    Outside, the sky was purpley-black and the stars were brighter than in the city. The vineyards surrounding the building were twisted, foreboding.
    "So, did you like the wedding?" I asked them.
    "It was okay." Max replied.
    "I don't have much to compare it to, but it was pretty good." Ryan answered.
    "I love her dress." I said. "She looks like Cinderella."
    We walked along the big porch and down the stairs to the grass. When Max mentioned his hair, I told him about my 'Sonic the Hedgehog' thought.
    "Oh, thanks," he said, laughing.
    "Oh, no, I like hedgehogs," I said smiling. His eyes rested upon me once again, like they knew something that I knew too.
    Ryan interrupted. "We'd better get back."
    "Oh, ok, I guess we can go in." I said, disappointed.
    "I'll stay out here with you," Max said. "If you want…"
    "Sure, great." I answered, but inside I gave a much more enthusiastic response.
    As Ryan walked back inside, Max and I talked about books (we both loved reading), movies, and our lives. He seemed to understand me and I could talk to him like I have never talked to anyone. During a break in our conversation, Max grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the winery building, closer to the dark vines that closed us in. He looked up at the stars and I followed his gaze. "They make me feel so small, so insignificant." I shivered. "But they are absolutely wonderful."
    Seeing my shivering, he put an arm around me and then, moving behind me, he put both arms around me, resting his chin on the top of my head. He started talking about the stars, telling me all about them and raising my hand in his to point out certain stars, constellations. It surprised me that this boy would know so much about something he didn't need to.
    "How do you know all of this?" I asked, turning around the face him, his arms still loosely around my waist.
    "I like astronomy," he said. "Since I was a little kid, I've loved just looking at the sky." I smiled, looking up at him and he looked right at me, into me it seemed. It was then that he kissed me. It was a good kiss, but my first, as a matter of fact. It scared me a bit, having this happen here, at this wedding. My parents were sitting patiently at their table with his parents, probably talking about us.
    We stood there, holding hands, looking at the stars. And then Ryan appeared. "Hey, you guys, you need to come inside, Beth is visiting all the tables and our parents don't want you guys to miss her."
    "Okay, we'll be right in," I answered. Ryan walked inside. Max leaned down towards me.
    "I'll get you sick," I murmured, suddenly realizing that the damage was already done.
    "I don't care," he said. And then we were kissing again.
    On our way back, between each set of French doors, against the bare walls, he would pull me in close and kiss me. Laughing and stopping every few seconds, we made our way back to the door nearest our table. At the last stretch of adobe, I pushed him back against the wall, and kissed him.

    let me know if you like this or hate it...its the first time i have shown anyone anything i have written...