First Kiss - with Omar

Me: Frankly I dont understand what's the fun in going out kissing the first beautiful guy to show up - I said to my best friend, Omar, as he watched a girl kissing a boy in the corner of the yard

Omar: Perhaps it's because you've never done it - commented distracted

I: That means nothing - out there, he knows I hate when commenting on the fact that I have never kissed anyone really.

Omar: Y/N! - I heard but ignored - Hey! Hang on! - He reached me and stopped me

I: What? - Spit the words

Omar: You were angry with what I said?

I: Dont.

Omar: You did.

I: If you know why did you ask then?

Omar: Cause' I love this angry face you do - said with that smile that only he has

I: Idiot - crossed my arms, but I could not get mad for real with him, not with him smiling like that which made ​​me laugh

Omar: Come back to class?

Me: And I have a choice? - He put his arm around my neck

Omar: Not really.

...

Teacher: My loves! - It was almost the end of class

Felix: Oh, here comes pump. Will give war beginning. - All laughed

Teacher: Cute. I want you to do some work on bla bla bla with a model representing as it does bla bla bla for next week.

Felix: I did not say? It is the third world war!

Teacher: Felix Less and less. Till next week.

Omar: So? Going to do with who?

I: Oh, with a boy very cat. - I blinked and he scowled

Omar: Who?

I: If I'm right, he as well as beautiful, is talented, very good people, funny, mocking and came from Venezuela.

Omar: What?

Me: Wow! You're too slow! - I laughed and started walking - Pass at home later to do the job.

Omar: What? But what Venezuela's guy. After all who are affiliated with?- I looked at him and he was really serious.

I loved seeing him confused and started laughing and walking. Omar never realized, but I like it much more than just best friend. Maybe I never let it transpire. A mistake maybe.

Whenever someone asks me "Do you like him?" My will is to say "No. I love him." But instead, always answer "Yes, he's my best friend." Also I never kissed anyone as it is with him that I dreamed of having my first kiss, my first time. But it never happened.

He doesn't know, but I think of him before bedtime, when I wake up. In all moments.

...

At home, after lunch, I lay in a relaxing bath and me dress. Suddenly I start hearing the doorbell ring tirelessly, scared and ran down thinking that something might be going wrong. I opened the door desperate and I see Omar with a mischievous smile and materials for the model at hand.

I: Are you crazy? Someone died? Why did it? - I tried to regain my breath and straightened my hair in a bun

Omar: I was longing for you. - He smiled and my heart raced. As I wanted it to be true

I: Idiot. Get on board. - Entered

Omar: Where is my mother?

I: Your mother?

Omar: Yes, Miss. (Name Of Your Mother) Rudberg.

Me: What? Shut up you Rudberg, she is MY mother. Just mine!

Omar: I think we're brothers.

Me: No, we don't!

Omar: You're right. I'm cuter - flopped on the couch

I: Ah! Stop talking shit and let's get it right. - Laugh

It took two hours and had not started yet. I sighed irritated.

I: Omar! So dont give. I can not do it alone!

Omar: Hey! I am here!

I: Really ?! - I said sarcastically

Omar: Yes. And you should give more value to MY MORAL SUPPORT! - Spoke as if angry - If I were you, would fetch a can of soda for me.

I: I'll kill you! - I jumped on him the slapping on the couch

Omar: Alas! Stop, aah!

I: Do you think you can come here in my house, almost scared me to death, want to steal my mother, dont help me with the work that we have to do TOGETHER and still require coolant?! - I kept hitting him and him laughing

Omar: I can all! - Mocked and held me

I: Dont you dare - warned him

Omar: I dare yes. - He threw me on the floor getting on top of me.

We were laughing, but stopped as soon as our eyes met. We were very close, our uncontrolled breaths mingled. He moved closer and our lips almost touching. My heart felt like it would explode. I closed my eyes and waited.

Omar: Sorry ... - I opened my eyes and noticed his eyes teary - I can not do this - it was clear sorrow and his voice and he got up - I'm sorry - it just took the bag and left without a backward glance.

I was there, standing in the same place. I did not know what I felt. Anger, disappointment, rejection. I didn't know, but I knew I was hurting, too. I cringed right there and I began to cry myself to fall asleep.

The next day my mother didn't allow me missing, I didn't say the reason so I went to school without any courage. I arrived late, I ran my eyes across the room and saw him. That sad look killed me, he was leaning on the table without even paying attention in class. I dont know whether to talk to him. What would I say? "Omar Hi, how are you? Then I wanted to know why you left me yesterday on the floor with delayed face?" No, I could not talk to him. I sat up and noticed that he looked up to see me. I had the impression he tries to say something but did not.

The hours seemed not passed ever. It was the longest morning of my life. Finally the signal for departure rang and I picked up my stuff. But before I turned around to leave the room ...

Omar: Can we talk? - He looked tense.

I nodded and followed him. We were silent for about five minutes until he finally broke the silence that it was embarrassing.

Omar: About yesterday. I wanted to apologize for ... for ...

Me: For nearly kissing me, but instead leave me alone with sucker's face on the living room floor?

Omar: That's about it ... It turns out that ... ehr ...

Me: What? Damn, you ... Omar - breathed - Could not you have just kissed me? Damn is it so hard to see that I like you? That I'm crazy for you? What is the problem? I'm not good enough?

Omar: That's exactly the opposite - I looked confused - you is too good for me. That's what scares me. I will not say it's because we're friends, I dont want to spoil friendship, nothing of this thing cliché. But you're amazing Y/N. You are always with me, goes over your problems to help me with mine. You are always making me laugh even when all I want is cry. You are always supporting me. You who gladdens my day, let me calm ...

Me: What? - My voice was almost a whisper

Omar: The problem is that I am very insecure. I want you, but dont know if I'm good enough for you. - He sighed wearily.

I was silent a few seconds to process it all.

Me: Never had to be - I smiled feeling of happiness tears rolling on my face - I dont want you to be. I just want you to be you, just want you to be mine. - He smiled relieved. I stroked his face

Omar: Ok 'I think I can kiss you now right? - Nodded and he pulled me gently by the waist, he stroked my face and finally kissed me softly. - It reminds me a song - I laughed - I wanna be last yeah / Baby let me be your, let me be your last first kiss / I wanna be first yeah / Wanna be the first to take it all the way like this / And if you only Knew I wanna be last yeah / Baby let me be your last, your last first kiss - smiled and kissed again.