It was an awkward, chaste kiss that opened your eyes to the whirlwind that was Cheryl Blossom (you know, that one that happened at the first party you ever went to in high school).
Or was it that drunken, messy, and over too quickly one that did it? At her eighteenth birthday party?
Or maybe it was the unexpected, heated one in a cramped stall in the locker room bathroom after you ran after her, tears still hot on her cheeks? During sophomore year? The one that left you breathless and up at night thinking about it?
You never had the chance to really even try to know what to think, or how you really felt about her, between never having the same classes or social circles, and running into her when she didn’t really want company but dragged you along anyway, and making out with you randomly at least once every year. Cheryl was still a huge mystery to you and you never thought you’d have to actually think about it.
How could you even put that into words?
Especially when the pressure was on you and you could tell she was getting more anxious and impatient with each second you didn’t say anything.
“Since you have nothing to say, I guess I’ll make my leave now and try to save some face, it’s better that than having to stand here and watch you keep trying to think of how you can let me down gently.” Cheryl’s eyes dropped as any hint of her usual confident persona went down the drain, her own voice betraying her cold words, proving how hurt she was at your lack of anything to say.
And you never considered yourself to be a softie that could be moved so easily, but your heart broke at the sight and got you to move.
Giving up on trying to think of the words to communicate how you felt about her, you took action instead, slightly clammy hands cupping her face to pull her in for another kiss.
And just like the first time, it was awkward and scared, before turning into a mess of moans and the desire for more like the time after that, and then leaving you breathless like the one you’ve never stopped thinking about.
“I’m so dense that I never really thought about anything seriously before today, so forgive me if I’m a little slow on the uptake, okay?” You tried to hide your blush by lowering your head, but it was useless as one light touch from her was enough for you to lift it again, catching her eye, “I never meant to fall in love you, I just did, and I’m kinda mad it took me this long to realize it.”
The smile that met your gaze made your heart leap as she played with your hands nervously, “hey, I’m partially to blame too…I was kind of hoping you’d get the hint freshman year, but I just thought you were playing hard to get.”
You tried to imagine yourself doing exactly that and laughed at the scene that appeared in your head, “oh no, me? I was definitely too busy trying to figure out if you hated me all these years.”
“You thought I hated you?”
Cheryl was scandalized at the implications of the accusations, but didn’t say more and waited for you to explain further.
“You never spared me a second glance, made out with me whenever we were alone without saying anything and dragged me along for random drives barely talking to me.” She slowly realized how confusing her actions must have been, and you couldn’t help but laugh at her sorry smile. “For all I know, you could’ve been hazing or bullying me.”
And with the sorry smile still on her face, she squeezed your hand lightly before lifting it up to for a kiss, “I’m sorry for being so confusing, but I think I can make it up to you.”
“Oh yeah? And how do you think you can do that?” Your blush deepened as your stomach rumbled, and you kind of hoped she would’ve opened with a date at Pop’s because you haven’t eaten yet, but her reply was just as good.
“I promise that whenever you fall, I’ll always be there to catch you,” pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, Cheryl let go of your hands to run a few steps toward her car with a laugh, “even if that means I have to make sure you eat when you’re supposed to, now would you please grace me with the pleasure of taking you out on a date? By the look on your face and the noise your stomach just made, the only thing you want to eat right now isn’t me and I want to change that.”