i_am_in_deep_like_and_this_is_what_he_said meggie we walked in to it unknowingly she was calm, or atleast seemed as though she was, where i was shaking in my sneakers. my old converse sneakers, black ones. i sat in the old auction cahir, it was seven dollars for the pair, and she sat in the other. she got a lot from the auction. in my day, auctions and rumage sales were for the skilled, not the poor. she knew that too. i had been nervous the whole night, I'm sure she wasn't though, her smile-yes that smimle-broke the ice. i figure if she can smile like she did in a situation like that, she had to be comfortable. it was her house; that probably took away from her nerves. the conversation wasn't as active as i would've liked, but i was happy in the silent moments, for i could just look in to her eyes, and she would look back, and..smile. if we didn't have talk we always had body language, thats for sure. "be prepared to be harassed," she said as we walked into her friend amber's car. already sitting in the driver's seat was amber. harassed we were, i emphasise the we because it wasn't just myself, but not nearly as badly as i had expeced. so we unloaded ourselves at her house, amber winked and pulled away in her toyota. we walked in to her garage, and then through her mudroom, and then in her house. i wanted to hold her then, but i didn't. she showed me her bathroom, her door, and her basement, the basement was where we were for most of the afternoon, and then she showed me her dog. we stood for a while in her office, and just..stood.. she spoke. it was a question. i said no, not knowing what the question was. i wanted to look at her more. another five minutes of standing, and she cunningly fofered to fingerpaint. i smiled and nooded. she walked to her room and grabbed some paints and paper and newspaper. so we painted. in her basement. i never liked painting, i mainly did it to be with her. she looked like she enjoyed herself though (grin). every once and a while i would look over, to see her looking at me and smiling. after painting, we sat -on the floor- and listened to band after band, talking, smiling, and innocently moving towards eachother. with about two inches to go between me and bashing head swith my gal, i wanted to kiss her, but i didn't. minutes chased minutes, and we were standing adjacent and facing eachother. suprisingly enough, she seemed very happy. she talked, and smiled, and i listened, and smiled. i was so close to grabbing her shoulders and laying a dramatic sitcom smootch on, but her dog came down and, i think i speak for the both of us when i say, kind of disrupted the whole harmony thing. that was the first time her dog came down, and definitely not the last. i pet the growling puppy and she laughed a bit. i smiled shyly and said to myself, "darn." we sat again, this time on the couch, and talked some more. i could feel her smling, and i looked up from my feet and found that she was. i smiled too, and moved a bit closer to her. without my sister, i had no guidance, so i didn't know what i was doing. i did well never the less, though. my moving closer was followed by her teasingly biting her lip. i could feel my stomach tighten. i moistened my lips subltely. enter dog. i'm not exaggerating when i say that afternoon the dog came downstairs every time i was going to kiss her. the creature jumped on me and clawed at my chest, and so i got up. the dog ran away. she stood, and we were both standing again. the phone rang. her eyes darted to the phone in the corner of the room, and she ran with a skip in her step. a few seconds after she had picked up the reciever only to find it was a salesman, our song came on. we looked at eachother and she hung up the phone. i smiled. the second chorus played on, and we hadn't moved an inch since the song began. i shighed a bit, but she came closer to me. she had quickly moved from being 10 feet away from me to an aqkward yard. woof. this time, the dog seemed to have a motive glowing in his eyes. "he never acts like this," she said. comforting, indeed, cough, sputter, sarcasm, cough, cough. so the dog left, and we found ourselves sitting in the 7 dollar auction chairs. not far from eachother, but not close either. so we talked, and every so often we'd stop and watch eachother, and twice between 5 and 6 the dog came downstairs halfway, glanced at me, and walked back up. just talking to her was enough for me, she would lick her lips occasionally, and i would feel like she was wating. i knew she whouldnt mind that i didnt' think i was really ready to kiss her yet. the hour shortented as we approached 7:00, and also dinner. i didn't want to go up there, but i needed to chat with her parents if we were to become any closer. so we ate dinner. i chatted. i talked more than she did actually. i think she was nervous. i did well actually, her parents seemed to like me, i knew she liked me though, because before i left that night, she kissed me. 000304 what's it to you? who go blather from