Fiction: “Are You Going To Kiss Me Or Not?”

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The moon reflected gorgeously on the lake in front of us that it’s almost as breathtaking as brilliant as the girl that sits next to me.  Almost.

 No one can look as good as Juniper, and she doesn’t even know it! It’s hard being in love with someone who doesn’t even know how it feels to look at her. Silly girl, why won’t you see it?

Then she looks at me. Oh, how she looks at me. Her blue eyes sparkle in the moonlight, making a shiver roll down my back. “What’s wrong, Mike?” She asks sweetly, noticing my unexpected discomfort. 

“Nothing. It’s just…the weather. I’m cold.” I mentally slap myself. I’m cold! Is that all you’ve got?

“Your cold? In this weather?” She questions, raising a blond brow at me. 

Again, I mentally slap myself. “I must be coming down with something then…but I’m okay.” She nods, understandingly, and turns back to the water, probably not interested in what else I have to say.

I heave a sigh. Oh, why couldn’t I confess my love? Romeo did it, didn’t he? At least that’s what my English teacher points out. So, why can’t I do the same?

“So uh…thanks for coming out with me tonight, ” I say, trying to fill the empty silence between us. Juniper turns back to me.

“Of course, I love coming to the dock. It’s my favorite place in the world, ” Juniper says. “But, I’m also happy your here with me.” She blushes and instantly turns away, embarrassed by what she said.

“I’m happy I’m here with you too, ” I say, and look back out at the lake.

We sit there for a while, letting the silence wash over us and drown us in an ocean of awkwardness. I want to say something, but how can I? How can I when I can’t make sense of what I mean?

“So…” I say, the words spilling out of my mouth without me thinking. I expect her to repeat the ‘so,’ but she doesn’t. She heaves a sigh and looks in my direction. Instantly, I notice there’s an oddly determined smile curling up her lips. 

And before I can even ask what she’s thinking, she blurts out, “Are you going to kiss me or not?”