A few weeks after Mark confessed his crush on me, I stayed late after school to watch my friend Lucy's* softball game. Mark was there. He asked me if I wanted to watch the soccer game, so we walked to the soccer field and sat in the damp grass. When we saw two of our friends approaching, Mark put his arm around me and whispered, "Pretend we're making out." I smiled and leaned in, and with our faces close we laughed, our hot breath humidifying the space between us. Our friends gasped, and we revealed ourselves, laughing at the absurdity of a kiss.
Mark wanted to walk his friend Karen* home, and asked me to accompany them so he wouldn't have to walk back alone. I agreed, and we exchanged devilish smiles the entire way to her house. On the way back we stopped at his house, and I heard his grandma speak Dutch to him. He replied back in the language. I didn't know until then that he was multilingual.
On the way back, he held my hand. It started out a silly joke, but we held hands the entire way back.
To be continued...
*Name has been changed for obvious reasons.