It was a slightly cool Wednesday afternoon in March. Spring concert rehearsal had just wrapped up and the girl was placing her clarinet back into its case, carefully making sure each piece was wiped down. She slid the case into her locker and looked around. The band hall was slowly clearing out and she could hear shouts of laughter dying down as the students walked outside.
The girl spotted him from across the room and he beckoned her over with a nod. Her pulse quickened a little as she walked towards him.
Earlier that week, this same boy had handed her a letter in the hallway between classes. "Will you be my girlfriend? Yes or no. Love, James."
He was a whole grade year ahead of her, how had he even noticed her existence? She had written back yes and given him her reply during fifth period Symphonic Band, the only class they shared. He played the saxophone and sat one row directly behind her.
The girl came up to his locker and sat down in the chair nearest to his case. "You played awesome today, great job getting 1st chair," he said to her. She felt her face warm up and her throat get really dry as she replied. "Thanks, you too."
The boy slid his case into his locker and stood up. He grabbed her hand, pulled her to standing and into his arms in one swift movement.
She awkwardly hugged him back, then slowly relaxed into his lean body. He was a whole head taller than her and she fit nicely in his arms.
He let go and reached into his backpack, pulling out two snack size packages of Rice Krispie treats. The girl had seen him eating these and knew they were his favorite. He handed her one and they both stood there, eating the treat in silence. He took the empty wrapper from her and stuffed it back into his book bag. Then he took her hand in his and they started to walk towards the exit.
As they passed the podium, the boy whirled her around to face him and planted his lips on hers. The girls eyes widened in shocked surprise and then slowly closed as the feeling of being kissed sunk in.
Her heart was beating rapidly and a million butterflies fluttered around inside her stomach.
He tasted like sweet marshmallow, his lips slightly sticky from the treat yet pleasantly soft. He smelled so nice, like freshly washed laundry. The boy brought his hands up to her neck and softly held her face up to his. He gently parted her lips with his tongue and kissed her deeper. It wasn't at all what she expected. Not messy or gross. It was the most enjoyable sensation she had ever felt.
The girl wasn't completely sure how long the kiss lasted, it felt almost like a dream. They stopped kissing and both let out a nervous giggle. Then, hand in hand, they stepped outside to join their friends.
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