Step Five: Tell them you love them, without meaning it.

My dress for homecoming—oh, wow—was red with sparkles on the top part and it was cut a few inches before my knees.

Matthew wore a tuxedo and when he went to pick me up, he gave me a red rose, which I gave to my mom so she could put it in a small glass with water.

As I predicted, we danced unsynchronized dances all night, we listened to a lot of overrated songs that nobody really put attention to, but they liked them because of the beat or some other thing.

What I had not predicted was what happened between Matthew and I when we left Evangeline and her date—Samuel Grant, a football player that still had the brains to be in the Honor Roll—to go outside.

"Elodie?" Matthew said, grabbing my hand and looking into my eyes. I was confused, yet I managed to answer, "Yes?"

"I love you."

My eyes went wide, I even let go of his hand.

"W-what?" I stuttered, he let out a chuckle. "I have been liking you for a while now, and as I saw you today with the dress, your smile, your way of criticizing music, how you think you dance terribly yet it was almost impossible to keep up with you, it was all a wild ride and it hasn't been only tonight," he paused, "I just had to say it."

At this point of my life, you would've figured I had given my first kiss already, but no, I hadn't and I was doing fine with the fact. But, there was something about that moment outside, the light of the moon on his face, making his features stand out—looking like if God had made them with his bare hands—his eyes, oh his eyes, and the way he looked at me with them.

It was the time, and I knew it was the guy, so I lifted my hand to his face and caressed his soft cheek, leaning in at the same time. He was tall, and I had to get on my tiptoes, but he knew where I was going and met me in the middle of the way.

His lips touched mine, it was not like those kisses usually described as "fireworks" or "it felt like we were the only ones in the world". No, it felt like we were part of the world, but the kiss joined us in a way that nothing could ever pull us apart—except, of course, the need for air.

We pulled back, looked at each other and smiled.

"Do you love me?" Matthew asked.

"I love you," I said, I knew I did, I had never felt something like that before, it was simply, different.

When I got home that night, I remembered the way he said I love you, it was almost like if he did it with so much emotion that it felt like it had no emotions at all, but I knew he meant it, I just knew.

He chased you.

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