~~~~~ This is a fictional story. ~~~~~
Last weekend, I went with my parents to a town out of the city. I had no memory of there, only knew that it was my parent’s hometown. My parents said that they brought me there a few times when I was little, but obviously I don’t remember.
It was quite a long drive, 4-5 hours? But my parents wanted to meet up with their old friends, so they dragged me along anyway. My exams were just over, so I had no excuse. Fine, I would do them a favor, ask them to buy me stuffs for my upcoming birthday in return.
When we arrived, it was already dark. However, the little town was lighted up and decorated beautifully for its annual festival. It was full of people chatting, drinking and laughing around. I bet at least half of the people must be from out of town, like us. Well, because the way they dressed were more formal. Also, some people were still carrying suitcases or big bags. Many cars parked randomly near the town center, so my parents also just parked at the roadside, and walked in.
Soon, they already met somebody, chatting excitedly, so I just wandered around by my own. Several people walked up to me, and asked, “are you xxx’s daughter?” And then, they would all complimented that I looked pretty. That’s funny. Almost nobody in school called me pretty. I guess they were just being polite?
It was crowded with people, but I didn’t know what to do. I was already tired from the long ride, so I just sat some chairs, along with others, not sure what we were waiting for. Is a show about to start? I just quietly ate my butter popcorn…
Then, the boy sat next to me started chatting to me. He was similar age as me, just a regular boy, not super good-looking, but he had attractive green eyes and a cute smile. We continued to chat even after the magic show started. Gosh… I don’t even remember what we chatted about, just some basic stuffs? But somehow we sat closer and closer to each other. Our shoulders were rubbing each other. My skin could feel his presence. My body reacted to him. It was a strange feeling, but it was as if I wanted him. How strange is that? My body was shivering involuntarily, yet he was just a stranger to me!! Somehow I could feel his breath. I could feel his warmth. I wondered if he felt the same… I wonder if he would touch my hand…
He did stare at me a lot, and complimented that I looked pretty. After the show, we stood up, and I noticed how tall he was, towering over me. I like that. Before we parted, He asked for my number, and I gave him. I think, if he asked me out, I’ll give him a chance, because I want to know what it is. Why do my body react like that to him?
~~~~~ The End ~~~~~