Fast forward. Its Homecoming time at Davis High School, Brandon and I are sophomores, and we are not really boyfriend and girlfriend, because we hadn't "asked" each other yet. Its a cold night at Zaepfel Staduim (yes I googled it, its been six years!!), and despite me and my girls best cheering efforts, our beloved Davis Pirates lost the game. As Renisha and I are walking off the track, so is he. It was pretty much an every weekend thing that I stayed the night at her house since she lived right across the street from the stadium, so she tells me that I can give him her number so we can talk on the phone while I am there. I must have been the worst guest ever that night because I stayed on the phone with him the WHOLE night, well almost. It still cracks me up to remember Renisha's mom come out and tell me to get off her phone that late... in her defense, it was almost four am. But before we hung up, he asked me to Homecoming, and of course, I said yes.
It was our first date, finally. We decided to go with a really pretty maroon color, and I got myself a dress that was pretty and fitted. The girls and I got our eyebrows waxed for the first time ever, and I finally learned the meaning of pain is beauty. I wanted to look more than pretty though, I wanted to look gorgeous, I wanted him to never forget our first date. The morning of the dance I was so pathetically giddy. I bragged to the nail lady, who probably couldn't even understand me, about my date that night, smiling the whole time. The girl that did my makeup got the same story, but she wasn't that much older than me so she was just as chatty, and when she asked me if I liked him, I said, more than anyone else in the world. And I put my head down and smiled. My mom drove me home, I put the dress on and we did my hair. I was perfect. I was also perfectly nervous. I played some 007 on the Nintendo 64, because killing your little brother with the golden gun and making him cry is always a good way to settle your nerves. When he knocked my heart was beating a million miles an hour, and I made my mom open the door.
He looked amazing. Fresh haircut, his red matched that of my dress perfect, he had a pretty little corsage for my hand and he was smiling MY smile, the one that makes me smile just seeing it. We took pictures and my parents met his dad for the first time. Then we had Chinese food. I think we were both nervous because it was the first time that we had spent time really alone outside of the courtyard, but after a few minutes, we were talking about everything, from the homecoming game, to homework, to how good we both looked. We were young, and a little shallow, but it was perfect. At the dance we danced all night, he didn't dance with anyone but me and I loved it, because he wanted to give me and only me all of his attention. He got my drinks, he spun me around the dance floor, he sung along to the songs, and I just could not imagine that anyone there wouldn't have been jealous, because I just knew that no one was happier than me that night.
After we left, he had his dad take me home, and always the gentleman, he walked me to my door, and kissed my cheek. I swear it burned into me. That was the first night I stayed up all night thinking of a boy.
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