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The car seemed umcomfortably small in my eyes, maybe because I was a little anxious. But I would never, ever admit to it. It was only after he opened the door for me that I realized that the car was actually a beat-up station wagon.

Huh. Big Basketball star like him, you'd think he'd be a bit flashier.

As though he read my thoughts, he blushed and said "It's my dad's car. I'm saving for one of my own." My own face flushed, and muttered"It's fine." A silence settled around us, and most of the drive was like that, Derek concentrating on the road, and me staring out the window. I was intently staring at a tree passing by when I started to hear the opening chords of "speed of sound" one of my favorite songs. I loked at him and smiled. He smiled back, and began mouthing the words. By the time the chorus rolled along, we were both yelling-

"And birds go flying at the speed of sound, to show you how it all began, birds come flying from the underground, oh when you see it then you'll understand..."

With the music playing, the wind from the rolled-down windows in our faces, we pulled up to the parking lot.

At the concert, my adrenaline and excitement kicked into overdrive, and it seemed like his kicked in too. We were both yelling and cheering, and swaying to the music. At one point, he pulled me in, and we danced together. It was one of the best concerts I had ever been to.

"Wow, it's kinda late" I announced as we were driving home. He smirked at me while he took an exit. "We're not far from your house, but I could drop you off here, if thats what you-" I hit him softly. "Now you're just being silly." He pulled into my driveway. "I-, I had-" My breath hitched, and I couldn't finish my thoughts.

What is wrong with me? why can't I think straight?! 

He turned off the engine, and looked at he, his smile now gone. "Why is it so hard for you to admit that you had fun? It's not like I didn't know that already." "And how exactly did you know that I had a good time being with you?" I asked, slightly annoyed that he thought he could read me so easily."Because", he replied, "You had that look on your face. Your eyes get all big, and your mouth quivers. Like that time when we were like 6, playing in the park, and you caught your first butterfly.." He trailed off when he saw the look on my face, and turned a shade of pink so bright it was almost magenta.

How does he remember things like that? More importantly, WHY does he remember things like that?! He was the one who stopped coming over to hang out. He was the one who stopped talking to me. He was the one who left me in the rain..

I shook my head to stop the old memories from flooding in, and took his hand. "I did have fun. More to the point Derek, I had fun being with you. I miss it." He turned back at me, and whispered," Me too." With that, he leaned in and kissed me softly. It was sweet, and tasted like mint. Although it couldn't have lasted longer than a minute, I felt that the sun could have rose and set numerous times while his lips were pressed against mine. I pulled away first. The look on his face was a cross between embarassment and bliss.

Neither of us spoke. Neither of us had to. I blushed, opened the door, and began walking toward my front door, and I heard him turn the engine on and drive away behind me. My grounded, pragmatic, always-working mind took a break for a couple of minutes, and I was a head-in-the-clouds teenager, reveling in the events that had just taken place.