AJC

Angel
2002-06-30 18:01:03 (UTC)

Prince Charming

So, today was day one of the Hogwarts Summer Cruise . . .
and what an interesting day it was. I mean, who’d’ve
thought that Lee Jordan, y’know the quidditch commentator,
would turn out to be Prince Charming?

It all started when I was walking on the deck and saw him,
Spencer and some girl I didn’t know talkin’. I didn’t have
anything better to do, so I walked over and joined them.
Lee and I had never actually talked, unless his quidditch
comments and over-the-microphone flirting counts, but I had
known Spencer for awhile. Well, the night went on and
eventually everyone left and soon Lee and I were alone in
the bar, he in a chair and me on the arm, practically
hanging on him. I couldn’t help it- I am a bit of a
flirt. ;o)

But, I can proudly say that for once in my life, I didn’t
initiate the first kiss. I definitely prompted it, but I
didn’t start it. We were just sitting there, my head on his
shoulder and his head on mine, for a long time. Then, I
don’t remember what he said, but it was a really cute, yet
extremely unbelievable, lie about something, so I leaned
over and whispered in his ear, “You’re a really bad liar,”
or something to that extent. Needless to say, he enjoyed
it. Of course, that prompted me to do it again… and again.
Until he jokingly begged me to stop, so I did. Then he
leaned over, put his hand on my waist and kissed me warmly
and slowly for one long moment. I got this
weird “butterflies-in-my-stomach” feeling when he kissed me
that I’d never had before. It was… at the risk of sounding
like a childish little girl, magical. It sounds stupid, but
that’s the only word that begins to describe it.

Anyways, we kissed for awhile, then talked about our
families. Turns out that his little sister, Trinell, is a
lot like Jessika. And he has an older brother too; I think
his name was Rashean. Then, around like one in the morning,
I felt like I was going to fall asleep and slide down to
the floor at any moment, so we called it a night.

I don’t know about him. It’s weird- this feeling I get just
from looking at him. A good weird, though… at least I think
it’s good. Eh, it’s late. ‘Night!

~A.




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