I never thought that freakin' clock was ever going to hit nine o'clock. Every hour on the hour either Caitlin and Jude or Nikki and Jonesy popped into the Penalty Box to tell me how much time was left and every time my stomach clenched tighter and tighter. I really shouldn't have been scared. I had nothing to be scared about. Wyatt liked me. Loved me, even. The rest of my friends were sure of that. And that moment at break - when he smiled at me so knowingly and I didn't hide the fact that I was pleased; it meant something. It all had to mean something.
At eight-thirty, the mall stores were all getting ready to close. I was counting the money in the cash register, still going over exactly what I would tell Wyatt when I saw him in - I glanced at the clock - Twenty-five minutes.
"I'M LETTING YOU OFF EARLY, MASTERSON. I CAN CLOSE UP TONIGHT."
I winced at Coach's tone (I swear the man has never heard of an 'inside voice') but nodded. "See you tomorrow, Coach." I grabbed my purse before walking out and waved to my boss. As annoying as he was, I really did like him as a boss, and I really enjoyed my job. Sports were my thing.
I still had nearly twenty minutes to waste before anyone else got off work. Instead of going to the Big Squeeze, I headed toward the doors that would lead me to the parking lot. In front of the fountain. Oh, come on, Caitlin practically begged me to do it there. Besides, it was romantic.
I passed Ron on my way out. He saw me, glanced around, and then walked in the opposite direction.
Outside, the cool wind lifted my hair. I crossed my arms, walking to the fountain. This all felt like a wild rollercoaster ride - a very nice rollercoaster that didn't involve puking my guts out. And Wyatt was on it, too. I smiled as I sat on the edge of the fountain, watching the water splash with a pleasant "spoosh". I ran my fingers over the surface of the water.
"Eek"ing, I spun around. Wyatt chuckled at my reaction and sat next to me, his thigh close to mine.
"Caitlin told me to meet you here." He smiled knowingly.
"Oh, um, yeah." Everything I had planned to say spilled out of my ears. "I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Sure. What's up?"
I laughed nervously, tucking my hair behind my ears. "Well. Uh. The other day, I kind of started to, um, feel." I sighed. "I sound stupid."
"No you don't." Wyatt touched my chin (eeek! eek eek!), forcing me to look up at him. He smirked crookedly and he looked so handsome under the moon and thank you, Caitlin. "Go on," he prompted.
"I started feeling. For you. I've never thought of you this way." My heart took command of my brain and I let it. I wasn't scared anymore. "But today I realized that I'm in love with you. That I have for a really, really long time, and I hope this doesn't weird you out -"
"Jen," he interrupted, putting one hand on either side of my face. "Why'd you wait so long?" he whispered, and then he kissed me.
Ah, kissing Wyatt. It should be a sport, because I would rock at it. Kissing Wyatt was like magic. Think of the best moment you've ever had in your entire life, the moment when you felt the happiest, and multipy it by about a hundred. His lips were soft and he applied just the right amount of pressure on mine, fitting perfectly. One hand slid from my face, down my arms, over my hand. I twisted it so my fingers interlocked with his, postively loving this feeling. I memorized every sensation of this moment - the way his tongue danced around my lips, asking for permission instead of just shoving it in my mouth and I eagerly parted my lips, rolling my tongue over his, and his warm hand holding mine. His other hand cupped me behind my head, tangling in my hair. I loved it. I loved everything about that kiss. I loved him. And this was just the beginning of something wonderful. We were just scraping the surface and I already felt like I might burst into flames.
When we finally broke apart, we were gasping for breath. I caught his eyes and then we both laughed. His other hand took my free one.
"I've loved you for a long time, Jen," he said, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.
"I know." I smiled. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long."
"No big deal." He leaned forward, brushing his lips on mine. "So, what brought you to your senses?"
I grinned, running my top lip over his bottom one. "It all started with a dream."
AN: And there it is. The end. I was really bummed when I finished this, haha, because I love it so much. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my story. 3