Two days later as I was folding laundry and trying to keep my brother out of trouble, the phone rang. It was Ryan....
"Hello?"
"Alison?"
"This is she, who is this?"
Although I asked the question, I damned well knew exactly who it was. It was Rollerblading Ryan from the Italian American Festival. I can't believe he actually called.
"This is Ryan Dean. I met you the other night at the fireworks. How are you?"
"I'm okay," I said in a rather aloof fashion.
I began to quickly think of ways to get off of the telephone. Besides, by the look of his rapidly growing facial hair, I quickly assumed the other night that he was way too old to hang around with.
"Look Ryan, I'm kinda busy right now..."
"Well, can I ask you a quick question?"
"Sure."
"Would you possibly want to hang out tomorrow?"
"Um...aren't I a little too young to be hanging out with?" I quickly said.
"Well, how old are you?"
"I'm 16."
"Well, I'm only 18, so I don't really think that's a problem."
I was floored. I couldn't believe he was only 18. He had the looks of a 22 year old, easily. Maybe it was the fact that he said he was taking a few credits at the community college that threw me off.
"Well, I guess I'm free tomorrow afternoon," I said hesitantly. "Maybe we could get together.
"Well, what should we do?" he questioned.
"Well, I guess we could go rollerblading," I said hoping he would pick up on my whitty sarcasm.
"That sounds like a great idea, I'll pick you up around noon. I had better let you go, I don't want to keep you from your busy schedule."
"Okay," I said chuckling. "Bye."
"Bye."
What in the heck was I getting myself into? I mean, who in the heck goes rollerblading on a date? I am by no means a conventional girl, but don't guys usually want to get to know a girl better over lunch? Oh well, we'll see how it goes.
The day had passed quickly and by 11 a.m. the next day, I began to paint my nails for my upcoming rollerblading extravaganza. I began to slather on different colors for each nail. I can't believe I agreed to this. I am not even a decent rollerblader. Oh well, I guess I'm open to try anything at least once.
I then picked out my outfit. I decided to dress rather low key. I wore a young artist competition t shirt and bell bottom jeans with my black converse sneakers (yes, the same converse sneakers I've had for the past two years). I was ready for my date with Ryan Dean.
He came over and I got into his car. I noticed he had bumper stickers of several classic rock bands. We talked about music the whole way to the park. I even told him how I wanted to study music in college. He thought that was "rad."
After about an hour of rollerblading around, the sky got cloudy and we were afraid it was going to start to rain. We got in the car and headed to Borders for something to do. We spent the whole time singing loudly to music on the headphones to piss people off. I let go of my hard ass image of being too cool for this guy and started to have some fun.
We eventually got bored.
"What do you want to do now?" he questioned.
"I don't know, why don't we go next door to the Sealy matress factory and test out the beds?" I said jokingly.
"Okay!" he said enthusiastically as he ran out the door.
"But I was just kidding!" I yelled.
It was too late. He had already made it through the doors and was swishing away on a waterbed. I plopped down beside him. He grabbed my arm and looked into my eyes. He had gorgeous brown eyes. Those were eyes you could never forget. They were the perfect shade of brown...not too dark and not too light. We started to get closer and closer....
"Hey kids, I'm sorry but if you aren't going to buy anything, you have to get outta here!" blurted the salesman.
We ran out and giggled the whole way to the car.
By this time the rain had really picked up and it started to pour. I looked at the clock radio in the car and noticed it was pretty close to 5.
"I had better get home soon. My dad is going to wonder where I am."
He drove me home. By this time the rain was in a state of terenchal downpour. He parked the car in my driveway.
"I had a really great time today, Ryan."
He didn't say anything. He reached his hand out to my face, put his hand on my cheek, moved forward, and kissed me.
The way he had kissed me might has well of been out of a story book. We were sitting there, in that old blue Ford Taurus, parked in my driveway, with the rain pouring down, and our lips locked together. I sat in his arms for a couple minutes, just gazing into his eyes. Emotions had awakened and senses had been peaked.
I had no idea what I was in for.....