I remember sophomore year. It was mid October, Sam and I were at the last football game of the season.
I didnt care much for sports at all, but when Sam asked if I wanted to go, I said yes.
At the game I had trouble following along, but Sam seemed to understand exactly what was happening. I felt so bad because while he was pretty into it, I just sat there looking bored out of my mind.
I managed to get through it though, all I needed to do was cheer when everyone else did and pretend like I wasnt just blankly staring at the field.
"You're not having much fun are you?" He asked me
"What? Of course I am, This is great!" The sarcasm in my voice was barely evident, and yet he caught it.
"Well, try not to die of boredom while I'm gone. Im getting us some drinks." He told me as he stood.
"Ok. I want a-"
"I know." He cut me off, waving a dismissive hand at me as he stepped down the bleachers.
When he got back he handed me a blue raspberry icee, just like I would have asked for. As he sat down he opened a can of pop and took a sip before looking at me and smiling. I smiled back, of course, and then he turned his head back to the players.
That was just about the only interaction we had for the rest of the game.
He continued to cheer and the people behind me continued to yell horrible things to the opposite team, while others yelled encouraging things to ours. I just continued to stare into oblivion.
I was so spaced out that I didnt even notice that our schools team had won until Sam jumped up beside me and I heard a giant roar escape from the crowd. That was when I instinctively jumped up and cheered too and I looked over at Sam who was genuinely enjoying himself, then it happened.
It was like a scene in a movie. One that happens in slow motion so you can really capture the feel of it, so you can take in every exact movement.
He turned to look at me and I could never forget the smile on his face. We gazed at each other for a short period of time before he leaned in.
Our lips connected and when they did I dropped my icee. His hands cupped my cheeks and for a split second, I was too shocked to kiss back.
After I had really taken in what was happening, I happily melted into the kiss, but not long after I did he pulled away and pulled me into a hug.
It had been our first real kiss. Neither of us knew what the hell we were doing, yet it was also the best kiss we had ever shared.
"You taste like blue raspberry" he whispered into my ear.