least bushels trying to find your street. I have let from my parents help. I am convinced that if a day you will find again yourself to do the operative ecological it will mean that you have wanted him you and that you/he/she has not been a forced choice or necessary to simply have a job.»
«I thank you, you have thrown me on the moral one. What would you say about making to cook the meat?»
«Of accord, I have a hunger from wolf.»
Mark and I worried there about to cook the meat while Laura and Stephen chatted amused lying down himself/herself/itself on the grass to each wisecrack that you/they did. They were together very well and I was happy for her; was such a sweet girl, nice, altruist and, even if anchors young, a good boy as Stephen deserved him, above all" crazy" as her!
Meanwhile I kept on enchanting Mark to look me, to observe every movement of his, to admire his/her perfect physicist and I sank in the shame every time that, catching me to" to study him/it", it squeezed me the eye as sign of agreement.
It was everything so perfect, so romantic and I was sincerely some terrorized; I thought about thing you/he/she would be been able to happen among us but also to the fact that could not happen anything and this filled me with bitterness.
We ended to eat that the sun tramontava and the air it was still warm.
Laura and I stacked the dishes and brought them in the house.
«Feels happy! I don't succeed in believing us! Stephen has asked me to go to take a walk with him. Oh, thing I have to tell him?»
«Are crazy to ask me a similar question! I believe that your answer is discounted. You hang from the lips of that boy, you would like to have him/it with you for the whole life and you don't now know whether to do. Are you well?»
«You are right, but I am so shaken and excited that have fear to make some bad impression. Help.»
«Not to make the fool. You go and be more normal than you are able. Here I end me, so much I am not alone.»
«You are a friend it Feels happy. Wait me here, so then I tell you everything while we are returning home.»
«Certain and you are calm.»
Laura went out as a lightning of the house and for a little it didn't overwhelm Mark that was entering with the rest of the supper hand.
«That two are really found. I am a crazier than the other. Stephen has just confided me to have asked to Laura to make a stroll in the wood but you/he/she was some worried because you/he/she feared a refusal.»
«Imagine! Laura didn't wait for other.»
«They will surely have a good time then. Can I help you?»
«Certain.»
It was now found of side to me: I washed the dish and him it dried her. I was sure that he/she succeeded in feeling the pulsation of my heart: it seemed I had an attack of tachycardia but I could not calm down. That boy had bewitched me.
We spoke of the most disparate things, we laughed, we squirted there the water. While I was passing him the last dish our fingers they touched him and I felt me to loosen. We fixed there for an endless instant, then we lowered the look and we ended the job in silence.
It was Mark to risollevare some the situation.
«That two will be away for a beautiful po.' Sediamoci sul divano, così ti mostro alcune foto, se ti interessano.»
«Certain!» It interested me all of him.
The couch was comfortable and surely you/he/she was still used by the father of Mark to do long afternoon pennichelle every time that went him to the chalet.
The cover that covered him/it, pleasantly many colored, you/he/she had been embroidered by the grandmother of Mark during a cold winter.
We oddly found us very near; more than to look at the photos that Mark showed me and described, stared at him, his/her definite and perfect features, that lock of hair that kept on falling on his forehead.
We were near. It stopped speaking and it looked me in the eyes. I felt the perfume of his/her skin, the blue one of his/her eyes misted me the sight and in an instant its lips drew near to mine and they placed you above. I had the wide open eyes, while his were left half open. I felt a knot to the stomach and the heart it boomed me in the ears.
My first kiss was tender, I will never forget him/it. I had always imagined him as an embarrassing gesture, some violent, instead it was innocent and sweet. Mark tore off his/her lips from mine, you/he/she looked then straight me in the eyes you/he/she smiled at me. I did as many but the legs showily trembled me and I tried to hold back with her hands, but uselessly.
We stayed for some instants in silence simply looking us, then Mark took me the hand and kissed her/it to me.
«How you feel yourself?» he/she asked me.
«I would say very well and you?»
«Marvelously, but I feared to hurt you.»
«Because?»
«I have always seen you how a sister and I so also feared pits for you. Then I have realized that I liked you, you were different from all the others and I didn't know as to behave me anymore. I feared I offended yourself.»
«Bushels joking! I believed that everything this would never be been able to happen because you didn't even look me. I am always liked and I am afraid to be" crush" of you.»
«Oh Feels happy! If I/you had known him I would have spoken to you first.»
He/she kissed again me but this time with more transport, shaking me a hand and caressing me the hair.
I didn't succeed in believing us yet.
When Laura and Stephen returned, Mark was holding me the hand and you/he/she told me the scorribandes that you/he/she did to the times of the middle school. Me he/she anchors I didn't connect well thing had happened among us while he seemed sure and calm.
«Thing combined?» he/she asked Laura entering house and dragging himself/herself/itself behind Stephen.
«Nothing and you? You have finally returned!»
«The wood is so romantic at night, just as Stephen.»
Laura was" departed." From the looks that it launched to Stephen it was understood that among them something had happened. It was uncontrollable, it kept on pushing Stephen as if it were an orsetto of plush while he clearly appeared embarrassed and I bets that, if you/he/she had been able, you/he/she would be hidden under the table.
Unfortunately we had to return home. The boys accompanied us up to the path. Laura threw the braccias to the neck of Stephen cracking a sonorous kiss on his mouth; it seemed you/he/she had not done other the whole life.
Mark took me the hands and whispered me:
«I/you/they have been very well this evening. We see soon us!» And it gave me a delicate kiss on the cheek.
To the sight of all of this Laura fixed me as amazed.
«But then. also you. The cannots believe there!» Skipping about directed him toward the bicycles.
It practically dragged me with itself and I did as soon as in time to tell Mark:
«I don't succeed indeed in convincing me of thing has happened! Talk to you soon.» I sent him a kiss.
Along the whole journey we confided there our experiences. For her you/he/she had been more complicated because Stephen was revealed a timid boy so you/he/she was been her turn to take the initiative. I succeeded even in imagining the scene while her he hurled him against and it tightened him/it to itself forcing to kiss her/it to it.
That evening of July I had given my first kiss, I was happy and above all I believe, in love.
The following morning I woke up myself to the sound of the lawnmower. My father, when it was at home, you/he/she could not be calm without doing nothing; it owed for strength to combine something and above all to wake up the people that still slept.
I remained still a moment under the sheets to consider to the evening before, to the laughters that I had done with my friend returning home to Mark.
I had slept few, I believe because of the happiness that I tried and to the desire that I had to see again as soon as possible Mark.
I was full of energy, therefore I
jumped down from the bed and I opened wide the shutters. It was a warm day, already from the first morning, and shining.
A hammer started to tap on my right temple, from plain to strong, almost unbearable and I was again forced to bring me the hand to the head and to press, in the hope that pain stopped. About ten seconds lasted, then it disappeared.
I was too much happy to think of us. It was to go down now and to begin the day.
My mother was in the kitchen session to the table you/he/she sues to write something. Almost he/she didn't see me enter.
«Oh, good morning treasure.»
«Hi but.' Cosa stai facendo?»
«I am preparing the list of the stuff that will serve us to the sea.»
«Because you make a list that will serve only you in one month now, if everything is all right?»
«You have reason but you you don't know anything yet. Your father and I have spoken of it last night, while you were to the party of Mark. And we have decided to depart tomorrow. We feel like being together some everybody, so this year we grant us the double one of vacations. Are you happy?»
I felt me spaesata. My parents stentavano already every year to bring me to the sea to August because they were stracarichi of job, instead this year, that didn't interest almost at all me, they wanted to go us with one month of advance.
I didn't want to be distant from house, from Laura, and above all from Mark.
«Because this sudden decision? For me we could go only also to the beach next month.»
My mother was so convinced that didn't leave me finish the sentence.
«This year I have decided this way. It is not correct that