Chapter Three: Sakari’s POV
"What are you doing after school today?" Damien asked, plopping down beside me, opening his bag lunch and pulling out a baggie of sliced carrots. He handed one to me and bit into his own.
I shrugged, twisting the cap of my bottle of water before biting into the carrot. "Walking Nadia home and then probably just hanging out at home. Why? What are you doing?"
He fiddled with the carrot sticks for a few seconds, and then shrugged a little. "I dunno, I was just thinking we could hang out. I mean, if you want too."
My mind flashed back to yesterday, walking with Nadia… "Yeah, that’d be fun. I mean, I have to walk with Nadia home but you could walk with us and then we could hang out or whatever."
He nodded, looking almost enthusiastic. "Great. I can’t wait." The bell rang and he hopped up. "See ya later."
I smiled, probably like an idiot, watching him stride towards the school. It took me a few minutes to realize I had to get to class to and I jumped up quickly grabbing all my stuff and rushing towards my next class.
Unfortunately it had turned out that Damien and I had absolutely no classes together, so lunch was pretty much the only time we got to see each other. I was finally getting a friend.
Classes seemed to drag by that afternoon and I found myself staring at the clock impatiently waiting for 2:20 to come around, so the final bell would ring and I could spend time with Damian. Nadia would be so excited and I could only hope she wouldn’t say anything to make it seem like I talked about him a lot.
When the bell finally rang I rushed to my locker, grabbing the books I’d need for homework. It took less than usual to grab them and dump them into my backpack, then slamming it shut I walked down the hallway, getting caught in the groups of kids pouring from the classrooms. For having only 150 students, the school hallways could get awfully crowded.
Eventually I got through the doors and looked around anxiously for Damien. I didn’t see him right off and tried to calm myself down. I was definitely way too excited for this. I saw him after a few minutes, standing to the side. He smiled and walked over and we headed to the elementary school.
From the moment she walked outside and saw me and Damien she started embarrassing me. Right off it was, "Hey you must be Damien, the really cute guy that Sakari is always talking about?"
I blushed and stepped on the back of her shoe. She shouted and turned to glare at me. I scowled at her and glanced up at Damien meaningfully. She grinned and nodded. "I didn’t mean that. She only mentioned you once or twice."
Damien smirked and I rolled my eyes. Great, just great. "Anyway, how was school?"
Nadia giggled. "It was really great. During snack time I punched Alexander in the face and I didn’t even get in trouble for it."
He burst out laughing. "Good job!" He high-fived her and then asked, "Why’d you punch him?"
"He tried to steal my animal crackers." She turned into her driveway. "Bye guys!" I waited to make sure she got inside before I started walking again. "MOM!" We heard her shout. "I PUNCHED ALEXANDER!"
Damien chuckled again, shaking his head. "She’s adorable."
I nodded, smiling. "Yeah, she is… she’s a little crazy sometimes though." I stopped at the mailbox to grab the junk mail inside it and then walked inside, dropping my gray bag onto the couch and the mail onto the counter. "So I have to start cooking dinner for my dad around six… it’s lasagna tonight, and it takes like 3 hours to cook and he doesn’t get home until nine so that should be like perfect timing, but until then we can do whatever."
"We should go for a walk." He said, looking at me with a smile.
"Okay.. let me just change my shoes." I said, slipping the flats off and grabbing a pair of sneakers. About an hour later we were sitting on the bank of a small river talking and laughing, just like we usually do at lunch. We took turns asking questions, finding out more about each other.
We were sitting closer than we usually do, my leg was brushing against his and when he talked with his hands his arm would brush mine, making me almost blush.
And then all of sudden it was quiet and I turned to say something, but stopped when I saw how close his face was to mine. Time seemed to slow down as we stared at each other, my eyes on his lips… and then he kissed me, pressing his warm soft lips to mine.
He pulled back slowly, looking stunned almost. "Um… I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have -"
I cut him off, "I liked it." I bit my lip and kissed him briefly, pulling away after a few seconds. "I like you."
He grinned and said with a sort of smug voice, "Oh really?"
I blushed and hit his shoulder playfully. "Yes, really. Now don’t make me hate you."
His grin dropped from goofy to sincere and he stared at me for a few seconds before saying, "I’m so glad you sat down at my usual table that day. I can’t imagine not knowing you."
I blushed again and started to stand up. "I’m glad too… but it’s getting late, we should get back so I can start cooking -" I stopped short when I lost my footing and started to fall. I waved my arms wildly, trying to catch my balance, but almost hit Damien in the face, then fell on my butt in the rushing water. Damien burst out laughing but instantly tried to stop, covering his mouth. I started laughing after the shock wore off and he joined in, reaching out a hand to pull me out.
When he finally stopped laughing he said, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry but it was funny… are you okay?" I nodded and he shook his head. "I’m sorry… You're sure?"
"Yeah," I nodded again, smiling. "It was funny. And I’m fine." He shrugged out of his sweatshirt and draped it around my shoulders saying, "Come on, let’s get you home."
A half an hour later he was sitting on the couch, watching Dumbo while I ran upstairs to change into warmer dry clothes.
I came downstairs and started digging through a few still packed boxes trying to find a pan… the ingredients for the lasagna were on the counter, ready to be made… I stood up on my toes to open a cabinet… maybe dad had put it away?
"Whatcha looking for?" Damien asked, startling me. I jumped and bumped into him, I didn’t know he was standing so close and I turned around and tried not to blush, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Um, the lasagna pan. I can’t find it anywhere."
He turned and walked over to an open box on the floor. "Did you check over here?" As he said it he pulled up a pan. "Is this it?"
I sighed and took it from him. "You’ve got to be kidding me. I swear that wasn’t there a minute ago."
He chuckled and leaned up against the counter as I started layering the food into the pan. "Do you always cook dinner?"
I nodded, sprinkling some cheese on. "Yep. Dad usually works late so I cook whatever’s lying around. It’s been like this for as long as I can remember. Even when I was younger I always made dinner… I don’t know when I started doing it, but it’s just like routine by now."
He reached out and took a handful of cheese and I smacked his hand. "Damien! I need that!" He grinned sheepishly as he stuffed it into his mouth and I tried not to laugh.
I picked up the spoon, not realizing that some sauce was on the handle, I groaned and then turned to Damien a small smile creeping up on my face. "You’ve got something on your face… Come here.." I beckoned him over and then reached up, smearing the sauce on his nose and cheek. "Right there!" I ducked as he realized what I did and reached for the can.
"No! No Damien don’t!" I shrieked, running around the island counter. "Ahh!"
About an hour later there was sauce and cheese all over the floor and all over me… Damien seemed to have won… he had less food on him than I did… I sighed and looked into the pan…. "You better hope there’s enough sauce left for this." I said shaking my head.
There was just enough sauce left to spread on the top and then layer it with cheese. "You are so lucky." I glanced over at Damien with a smile. He grinned and I laughed. "Come here, you have sauce on your face." I picked up a paper towel and waited for him to walk over.
"Are you sure this isn’t just another trick to smear more food on my face?"
I giggled and shook my head. "No, it’s not. Now come here." He walked over but dipped his head down and kissed me, his warm lips moving gently against mine before pulling back. I flushed slightly and reached up to gently wipe the sauce off.
I leaned back against the counter and my elbow hit the pan. I turned and slid it into the preheated oven with a small smile. I grabbed a tub of cookies and took his hand. ‘Let’s go finish Dumbo."
We spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch, watching Dumbo and eating some slightly burnt oatmeal cookies but around 8:30 Damian sat up. "I really should go." He said, standing up and pulling me up with him.
"Aww." I pouted and he chuckled.
"I’ll see you tomorrow." He said, kissing my forehead. I frowned at him and pulled his head down so I could kiss him. I slid my arms around his neck and his hands moved to my back. I kept it short, sort of afraid to deepen it any. He was my first... boyfriend I guess. I wasn't really sure to call it that though... was he my boyfriend? Well, either way he was still my first and I didn't want to rush into anything.
"My dad can drive you home if you want to wait a half an hour…" I said hopefully.
"As much as I’d love to say yes, I really should go. Besides, I need the exercise."
I sighed and kissed him once more before he left and I sat back down on the couch, flipping through channels trying to find one with the least static.
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