The First of Many

By Caleb Bailey

 The first time sneaking out is always the scariest. Being hyper aware and overly cautious, making sure you make minimal noise, and that you don't get caught. You do the triple pat down.
     "Keys, Wallet , Phone...okay i'm good."

     You open the back door ever so slowly and quietly. You manage to get the first door open, but the squeaky screen door stares you down. You take a deep breath and you grasp the handle, and gently push open the door, just slight enough so that you can just barely squeeze through into the cold night air.

     You shut both of the doors, and walk around to the front thinking

     "I did it."

     You make your way the running red car firmly parked in front of your house. You wave to the smiling face inside the car and you get in. The warmth of her car is soothing and satisfying. You relax in the passenger seat. 

Awkward conversation takes over, but as the minutes pass the conversation become deeper. At one point you're talking about Frank Sinatra, the next you're talking about government conspiracies. 

     Soon the silly and outlandish conversations faded, and you start talking about the both you, and the mood sets itself. Flirting become abundant and you start to get closer. The both of you lean into each other eyes closing, but she turns away and looks down.

You look at her confused and lean away. 

     As the night persists, your mother gets into her car and starts it, the both of you duck under the car windows, hoping to god you don't get caught. As she drives away the both of you laugh. As the laughing settles the both of you look into each others eyes. Her eyes were soft and beautiful, she blushes but nothing happens. 

     You check the time, it says 5:30, but you could have sworn that it said 2:07 only 20 minutes ago. Dusk rises and the both of you hug, knowing that you have school in 3 hours. 

You leave the car and head into the house, crawl into your bed and fall fast asleep, only to be woken up 2 hours later.