Chapter 18 - My Boyfriend

June Wolez

Finally, it was time for my long-awaited date with Methane. I was really glad we had this Friday off for whatever school anniversary. I don't think I could have waited until Saturday or later. It was beyond my understanding how my crush on Methane could become so serious in such a short time; he must have cast some magic on me.

I already made Ella and Violet stay back last night to help me decide on an outfit for my date. They said that I should wear something white. Apparently, a white dress was the best option for a date. Thankfully, I had a cute white backless dress—not too over the top, nor too simple.

I heard a honk outside, so I quickly pulled on a white cardigan and grabbed my light golden purse.

I informed Camilla this morning that I would be going out this afternoon, so I didn't leave a note and headed straight out of the house. As I glanced at Troy's house on my way, I wondered why Troy didn't call back last night; he didn't even text me.

However, I forgot all about Troy when I was welcomed by a good-looking tall boy, leaning against a red Maserati. He was wearing a white button-down and black jeans, paired with Nike Air Force.

"You look beautiful."

My eyes widened at Methane's sudden compliment, and I could feel my cheeks getting darker than the shade of light blush I had put on them.

"You look pretty dashing yourself," I complimented back to see his reaction, and I was pleased to see his ears turning red.

"Ahem, hop in," he said in order to hide his embarrassment.

We both got in the car. He played some random pop songs on the radio that I wasn't really a fan of, but I didn't complain, either. I didn't want to seem like a nagging person on our date. However, it was all compromised by our fun small talks.

Today's date was totally planned by Methane, so I had no idea what we were going to do the entire day or where we were headed to. First of all, I would like to have some lunch, though. I was a little hungry since I ate very little in the morning so that my figure would look good in the dress.

The car ride was so long that I swear I could eat my own shoes. He drove for an entire hour before we finally arrived at a beach restaurant. If it took any longer, I might have started biting Methane himself.

"Oh, it's so windy today," I commented as I jumped out of the car, collecting my hair that kept drifting all over my face.

I looked up at the bright sun and smiled a little at the nice weather.

We entered the restaurant, and a waiter guided us to a reserved table near the glass wall so that we could appreciate the beach from here. The sight was indeed gorgeous, and I couldn't help but gawk at how posh and expensive the entire restaurant seemed.

I tried not to let my eyes pop out of my sockets at the prices of different kinds of seafood on the menu. I had eaten out with Camilla a lot of times, but I rarely wanted to go to an expensive restaurant. After all, she was the only one supporting the two of us financially. Being too confused with my choice, I let Methane decide the items for us.

We talked about random things while waiting for our food, and I got to know him more.

He was six months older than me. He has had two exes, and he had always been kind of quiet, though he could get chatty when he was close to someone. While I told him that my aunt wouldn't get married until I moved away for university, and though I felt a little embarrassed, I admitted I have had no boyfriends before. He told me it was nothing to feel ashamed about, rather he was pretty impressed that I was not jumping into relationships blindly and he was glad that I chose him as my first boyfriend.

After we ate, we went to the beach to sit and relax. But when we took off our shoes and got to the shore, I got splashed by Methane. He scooped some more water from the sea and threw it at me again.

"Methane!"

He started running away from me, and I chased after him, but every time that I got close to him, he splashed more water at me.

"Look at me, I'm drenched!" I grabbed my hair and pointed it toward him, and he laughed. I swear he had one hell of a gorgeous laugh; it made my heart race.

It was tough to remain angry at him, so I simply sat on the sand again. Methane went back to the car to get something, then all of a sudden, a coat was draped around my shoulders. "I'm not cold though," I teased, even though I knew it was because my white dress was probably now see-through as I left my cardigan in the car.

It was such a cliche move, but it still managed to tug at my heart. Because sweetness and consideration never got old.

"I know," he said, smiling gently at me, and plopped down beside me.

"Why? Do I look ugly with my wet hair?" I asked with a mischievous look when I found him staring at my face in a daze. I shivered when his cold fingers came to touch a strand of my loose hair and tucked it behind my ear.

"No, you look luminous," he murmured, a flirty smile on his lips. I felt my heart throb again. "You're always pretty." And again. His hand cupped my cheek, gently caressing me. I felt like my heart was going to jump out at any moment. Why was such a simple thing affecting me so badly?

"The first time I saw you, I was taken back by your beauty. You were so gorgeous even when you were just wearing a simple yellow top and denim shorts. I couldn't avert my eyes from you when I saw you in the bookstore. Your bare face only with chapstick on, I thought you were the prettiest girl I had ever laid my eyes"

"You saw me before I bumped into you?" I asked.

He nodded with a dazed smile. "Actually, I went behind you to approach you, but then, you stepped back and bumped into me. You even made the first move by asking for a handshake and telling me your name. You really impressed me that day—the way you were so bold and unafraid."

I didn't know why I had so much courage with him that day when in Troy's case, I stuttered for years. However, I was glad about it. At least my unprompted boldness had managed to impress someone.

"You were glowing radiantly among the other buyers in the store. I felt like my heart had been stolen by you from that very first moment, but I don't want it back. Since you're so beautiful, you can keep it." While he was spilling those words of confession, his face came closer... and closer... until I could feel his hot breath over my lips.

"Close your eyes, June."

I was like a robot following my master's order.

My body was completely stiff, but then, it melted when I felt his hands on my elbows pulling me closer to him. After a few seconds, I felt his lips on mine. My heart stopped throbbing, and everything just fell quiet. It was as if it was just the two of us.

When his mouth started moving against mine, I didn't know how to reciprocate. I was confused about how to work our mouths together as this was my first kiss.

Subconsciously, mostly due to my hormones, I wanted this moment to stretch on forever. I tried to kiss him back by placing both of my hands on his cheeks. As moments passed, I became more comfortable.

His lips were soft and warm as they moved against mine gently. It felt so amazing that my lips chased his when he stopped kissing me after a few seconds.

"Wow..." I uttered unintentionally. But what was I doing?

I know that Methane was one of my candidates for my soulmate, but I didn't think it would happen anytime soon. But then again, Methane wasn't a bad choice, was he? So what if I didn't even know Methane for that long to be doing this with him right now? What matters was—his sincere eyes which were telling me the truth.

Would it be the right decision to believe his words at such an early stage? I knew I was over Michael by now, and Methane was a great person and all, but I had only known him for ten days. Despite my huge crush on him, it was too early to see what kind of person he really was.

I was about to stand up and say sorry when he grabbed my hand.

"June, please. I really like you, June. I know it's probably too soon, but you are already driving me crazy. You know, as they say, you can fall for anyone anywhere. You are all I can think about all the time, June, and I know I would stop functioning without you. I need you in my life. So please, June, I like you. Go out with me." His unexpected confession sent more butterflies in my stomach.

When I agreed to this date, I only thought it would be a romantic date, not filled with heavy confessions which were sure to make more trouble for me.

Did he really like me? I didn't hate him, but I didn't know him long enough to date him. I wanted to go on more dates and get to know him better slowly, that's why I wanted to say no, but instead, I said, "Sure, I would like to date you as well."

Both our eyes widened, but for different reasons.

I was shocked by myself while Methane was just over the moon. I wanted to tell him that I uttered the wrong words, but he was just too happy that I couldn't bring myself to take it back. I didn't want to be trampling on his feelings like that.

"Yes, you're my girlfriend!" He got up and ran around me in circles, and I just found myself smiling.

Maybe it was not such a bad idea, after all. How could a person have that much unadulterated happiness by having me as a girlfriend?

We spent time there until late evening before we realized we had to be home before dinner.

"Thank you again for today," I said, smiling at him while unbuckling my seat belt.

I was about to get out of the car when he pulled me towards him and kissed me. This time, I didn't take too much time to kiss back.

"No, thank you. You made me so happy," he breathed out and pecked my lips one more time.

After that, I stepped out, and he drove away. I sighed in relief like a big lump was stuck in my throat, but now it was gone.

"Aunt, I'm home!" I shouted and dashed towards my bedroom door upstairs.

"Oh, my God, I have a boyfriend!" I screamed like a rat that was stuck and was about to die. I needed to tell Ella, or else, I was going to explode from excitement.

I called her on FaceTime, and I was surprised when I saw the party background out of nowhere. She was right in the middle of the dance floor, swarmed by wasted boys and girls. I forgot that it was Friday night and that girl was a party animal. I canceled the call and just texted her.

June: Got something unbelievable to tell you tomorrow. Enjoy the party!

After I sent it, I got a new message from a familiar number. When I saw the content of the text, a smile formed on my face without even needing to read the contact name.

'Hi, beautiful.'

I saved the number as 'My Boyfriend.'

Oh, my God. This is real. I still can't believe it. I finally have a boyfriend.