I pulled up to the Vega residence in my beat-up Honda. The front patio had a wooden table that was painted black, a folding chair, and what seemed like Trina's vibrating hairbrush. I stepped out of my car and slowly walked to the front door. Before I knocked, I reexamined my feelings, the feelings that caused every beat of my heart, and the feelings that brought to life a once emotionally dead girl.
Beck knew I had feelings for Tori, and he was totally supportive of them. And now, I was here at her house to see if she approved of the relationship I've longed for ever since I laid eyes on her. However, she believes I hate her, even though I don't. I guess I can't blame her though. Ever other sentence, I say a snarky and mean comment to her, because it's the only way I can keep myself from saying "I love you."
I allowed my shaky fist to softly knock on her door. I knew Trina was putting on Chicago 2, the sequel to the awful one-woman play she wrote herself that had everyone laughing crazily because they all thought it was a comedy. I knew Tori's parents were at work—you learn a thing or two about the girl you love's home life when all you ever do is pay attention to her.
Tori answered the door. Her wet hair was in a messy bun, she had a thin streak of mascara on her right bottom eyelid, and she was wearing pajamas. The expression on her face was indecisive. Did she want me to leave, was she happy I was there, or did she not care one way or another?
"Jade?" Tori scratched the crown of her scalp in confusion. "Do you need help with something?" The only two times I've ever come here alone I needed her assistance. But this time, I only wanted her. Cheesy I know.
"Tori, we need to talk," I spoke weakly, not giving her eye contact. I allowed myself inside and sat on her sofa. She shrugged, shut the door, and sat beside me. She was barely an inch away, and her thigh was touching mine.
"Talk to me." She playfully bumped me with her elbow.
"Well, words can't really explain it, so I'll just show you." My plan was very controversial, but I hoped for the best.
I looked at her for a few moments, making it obvious that I was gazing at her pink lips. I leaned a bit closer, but before I had the chance to kiss her, she kissed me. I was caught by surprise; I was expecting to stay in that intimidating position with our eyes lingering on each other for at least five more minutes.
The kiss lasted around thirty seconds, pretty long if you ask me. When we parted, Tori immediately started talking.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have." She looked at her feet desperately.
I put my hand on her thigh. "No, you should've. Tori, I love you. I love you more than I could ever love anybody."
She smiled at me. "I love you, too."
And that was the start of our relationship.