Gimme a Call by Sarah Mlynowski

Author:Sarah Mlynowski [Mlynowski, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-375-89651-4
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2010-06-15T16:00:00+00:00

chapter nineteen

Tuesday, May 27 Senior Year

Even if she’ll never experience it, I can’t stop remembering.

The first kiss.

It wasn’t after movie-turned-bowling night. Or three days later, Tuesday—Frosh’s today—on our first Subway lunch. It was that Friday night, September sixteenth. I invited him over. I tried on about nine cute-yet-casual outfits before settling on jeans and a stretch V-neck shirt that showed off both my eyes and my boobs. I painted my fingernails and toenails soft pink. After an extra-long gel-and-scrunch routine, I tied my hair back in a ponytail to give it a more chill look. I did my makeup extra light to look natural, and brushed my teeth about seven times just in case.

Dad was working, but Mom made us peanut butter and white chocolate cookies and then disappeared into her room. Bryan was sitting next to me on the couch. Of course I couldn’t concentrate on TV. How could I when the cutest boy in the history of the world was sitting right beside me? When the credits rolled, he asked me if I wanted to go for a walk.

“Where to?” I asked.

“Hedgemonds Park?” he said. “We’ll rank their swings on a scale of one to ten.”

I slipped into my favorite black sandals. It was one of those perfect Florence September nights. Warm, breezy, clear stars sprinkled across the sky.

We sat beside each other on the swings. Pushing back and forth and back and forth. He started showing off, pushing higher and higher. I pushed higher and higher.

My sandal flew off.

He started laughing and jumped off the swing to get it.

He picked it up and I thought he was going to make a whole Cinderella production of it, but instead, he just stood by my swing until I slowed to a halt.

Of course I knew what was coming.

He put his hands over mine and leaned down and kissed me.

His lips were soft and light and sweet and everything else disappeared except for the kiss and the moment. The perfect kiss in that perfect moment.

Everything I had ever wanted, imagined. Happening to me. Happened to me. And now …

If you kiss a boy and he doesn’t remember, did it really happen?

If it didn’t happen, why do the memories still hurt?

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