by Candy Harper
Then he kissed me!
I’d like to say that it was the most romantic moment of my life, but mostly I was thinking what a stupid position we were in for kissing. I wanted to put my arms around his neck like they say to do in magazines, but my arms were busy supporting my body weight, and then he started kissing a bit harder which made me wobble, so I shifted my right knee to get my balance. Unfortunately, I put my knee down on a chunk of pineapple and skidded so hard that I almost did the splits and hit the floor with my chin. Finn was understandably surprised by my abrupt departure mid-snog and he sat up, thwacking his head against the underside of the table.
Then Westy, who can hear the sound of head on wood at thirty paces, stuck his head under the tablecloth and said, ‘Who’s getting friendly under here . . .? Oh. Faith.’ He didn’t look very impressed. Perhaps he was hoping for Icky Blundell in a state of undress?
He did at least help me out from under the table, which was hard to do gracefully.
I could barely look at Finn, but he didn’t seem too bothered by my ability to turn a kiss into a circus act. He just said, ‘Do you want to dance?’ So we went and had a dance with some of the others. Cameron had his arm around Megs, who nearly blinded herself by attempting to communicate with me in blinks as soon as she saw I was with Finn.
While I was dancing, in what I hope was an attractive fashion, I tried to remember the kiss. How did it go? Did I do it right?
Then Mr M told us that it was time to go and that there were a lot of parents waiting in cars outside. I was devastated. I was convinced that I’d ruined my only snog opportunity this year, but when we went to get our coats Finn said, ‘Come here, Faith, give me your number.’ So I did and then he rang my phone so that I would have his number (his real true number, now no one can fake me out). I was fumbling to put my phone away when he pulled me down a dark corridor. This time there was no cocktail fruit to cope with and . . . it was amazing. Quite soft to start with and then a bit more intense. I wasn’t really thinking any of this at the time though because I could hear that singing in my head again.
Afterwards, I felt quite faint and I started to think that there was something to be said about kissing on your hands and knees. It would be easier to have a little lie-down when you start feeling light-headed.
Then Finn kissed me again and said, ‘Merry Christmas, Faith.’ And off he went.
So I’ve actually had my first kiss and the second one too. In fact, I’m probably up to about number seven. I wonder how soon he will ring me. He will ring me, won’t he?
If he doesn’t ring me it’s OK because Ryan from the football team is having a New Year party and I’m sure Finn will be there.
I’ve been thinking. The reason I know about Ryan’s party is because Ethan mentioned it last night. The thing is, I wasn’t exactly giving him my full attention when he told me about it because it was when I was watching Finn dance with Icky. Ethan said something about Ryan having another party and asked me if I wanted to go. And I said, ‘Yeah, sure.’ Because at the time I thought that he meant, ‘Ryan’s having a party – let’s all go.’ But now . . . Now, I am wondering if he meant it in more of an invitationy way. Like a date. Have I accepted a date with Ethan? Wouldn’t that be wrong when I’ve been kissing Finn? Obviously, it’s Finn that I really like. He’s the one I want to go on dates with.
So, why has my stomach filled with bubbles at the thought of a date with Ethan?
I need to calm down. Just because I have agreed to see my friend at a party it doesn’t make me a two-timing Granny-wannabe. Besides, it’s not like Finn has asked me to the party too.
I’ve just got a text from Finn asking me to Ryan’s party.
It’s going to be an interesting New Year.