“No, I don’t want to go to the movies with you.”
As she turned to walk away, Shawn grabbed her wrist. She whirled around and dug her nails into his skin on his wrist.
“OW! Ow, ow, ow, ow! Please! Stop! It hurts so bad! It hurts good? Please? I’ll give you ten dollars?! I love you, I love you! Just stop!”
Juliet froze, still holding Shawn’s wrist but staring at it. She loosened her grip, but didn’t let go. What Shawn had said. It sparked a memory.
“Bye Mom! Bye Dad! I will see you when I get back from camp!”
“Goodbye, sweetie. Have fun in Texas. It’s such a long ways away. We’ll miss you!” her mom and dad kissed her goodbye before letting her into the airport all alone. This wasn’t the first time she was alone. She had been on the train alone, but never in an airplane.
Excited, she headed straight to get a pretzel and a drink before waiting for her plane to start loading passengers.
---------------------------------------------------------“Dad, relax. I can handle this! I’m thirteen!” he said, struggling to get out of his father’s cop grip.
“Which only makes me more worried. Now stand up straight kid, and here is your ticket. Now don’t buy anything stupid or you won’t have any money for camp. Watch what you spend,” Henry gave his son the run down and the sum up. Eventually he let his son go through the baggage check alone, sending little trust with him.
---------------------------------------------------------All the kids sat around the campfire. Holly, Lucy, and Juliet, newfound best friends all shared a log. Shawn and James sat down next to each other, both hoping to avoid sitting next to Nathan the nerd, freak of the camp.
“So,” James started talking to Shawn, “see anything you like?” Shawn was confused.
“You mean like girls?”
“Yes, duh. How about that brunette over there? I think her name is Lucy. She looks nice.” As James scoped out girls, Shawn made smores. Everyone wanted some of Shawn’s amazing s’mores, so he had to make them quick. When a cute young blond haired girl came up to Shawn and asked him to make her one, he willingly agreed.
“Here,” he said, handing the girl a perfect s’more.
“Thank you!” she said happily and trotted back to her seat. Shawn sat back down on his log too.
“You like her.” James teased Shawn. “You like her like her. She’s a cute one.” Shawn blushed. He did like her. And she was cute.
After the camp, Shawn stopped Juliet and offered another s’more. She gladly took it and said “Thanks! These are really good you know,” before stuffing her face. She giggled ad licked a finger. Shawn reached up and wiped off a bit of chocolate off of the corner of Juliet’s lip. They were standing really close now. Shawn bent down a bit and breathed into Juliet’s ear, “How old are you?”
Nervous, Juliet answered “twelve. You?”
“That must be nice. My brothers always bug me because,” she felt the need for a breath here, “I’m not a teenager like . . . them, yet. . .”
They were ultimately close now. Shawn grabbed Juliet’s wrist and asked her if this was her first kiss by a campfire. She said “No, it’s just my first kiss,” before closing the distance.
She broke the kiss, looked at Shawn and said, “That was amazing. Wait, what am I doing? I have to go.” She turned to leave but Shawn grabbed her wrist. She spun around and dug her nails into his wrist and he squealed and squirmed.
“OW! Ow, ow, ow, ow! Please! Stop! It hurts so bad! It hurts so good? Please? I’ll give you ten dollars?! I love you, I love you! Just stop!”
All Juliet could do was laugh. “All you could come up with was ‘I love you’ and ‘I’ll give you ten dollars’? You couldn’t even fight back?” by now she was laughing too hard to talk. After she recovered she finally let go of Shawn.
“Well thank you. Thanks for the best first kiss in the world. Good bye.”
“Oh my gosh. That was you,” Juliet stared up at Shawn. Shawn remembered too.
“You have no idea how happy I am that we were each other’s first kiss. I love you” and then they kissed. For real. Not by an empty campfire, but in public. In a busy police department. Gus watched from afar, knowing all too well what this meant for the future.