Nice Day for Kissing

Giovanni Donatello- A name just as lovely as the person to whom it belongs.
Saturday, August 22, 2009 Gio and I carried out our plans to go to the vaccant house he was "house sitting" for his aunt and uncle. We'd been talking for a while about how we needed to meet up again, after the first mishap:
We went to Dairy Queen, and awkwardness rained down on us. We wanted so much to be together, though neither of us was aware of the other's feelings. It was about June then, and I had another boyfriend, our relationship was going sour, and Gio was the only other person I could really talk to (besides Nora).
Anyways, this house happened to be about 2 houses down from my best friend Nora's latest abode. It was very awkward in the car on the way there, I remember that, he tried to make small talk and look cool, while I tried not to die from wanting to kiss him so bad and my own social awkwardness. (by this time I was single, FYI. I'm no cheater.)
When we got in we took off our shoes, after I practically got mauled by Bucky (Gio's Aunt and Uncle's big pooch)and after standing uneasily and staring around the front room we went to the couch, I plopped down while Gio began to monkey around with the TV & DVD player. We were planning on watching This Is Spinal Tap that day. So this silly boy couldn't figure out how to make it all work, or at least he pretended to, to get me to laugh, and he started dancing around, doing all these silly moves as if being a goofball would help him get it all up and running. It was about 3 minutes into the movie (he'd played it before he got the tv to the right setting)
So when he finally got it going, he sat down at the end of the couch, I was in about the middle, hoping to be close to him, but not too close. He seemed nervous, and ended up laughing and putting his feet up on me, I pushed them off a few times before just moving to the opposite end of the couch-- I hate feet :|
It was quiet for a little while then, neither of us had a clue as to what to say to one another, conversations don't flow as well in person as on the internet. :P All of a sudden, BOP! I get smacked in the face with a pillow, and a fierce pillow fight ensues. Every once in a while he would grab my pillow and pull it into him, and naturally I held on to my weapon, and fell into him on multiple occasions, we would just laugh away and bop each other with a pillow again.
It took us a while, and a full circle of chasing one another around the house, upstairs and down, and we were sitting again. This time he sat in the middle, holding both my pillow and his captive, I saw where he'd previously sat (this time closer), trying to pry my pillow out from under his grasp. Obviously, though, he's much stronger than I am, so it was fruitless for me to even try, but I persevered!
But then he grabbed one of my wrists, not too tight, but tight enough that I couldn't pull away.
I'd pull and pull and say please, and he'd just smirk in his wonderfully irritatingly handsome way and say "what's the magic word?" I would say please again, and he'd just laugh and shake his head.
After tugging and huffing for a while, I gave up on girly attempts, and started flailing around like a mad thing, and I ended up on the floor, while Gio sat comfortably laughing on his leather'd cushion, so naturally I pulled him off, and we lay on our stomachs, my left side touching his right and my left wrist in his beautifully scared hand.
Being that he has an extremely wonderful nose, I couldn't help but to poke it. Sometimes he would attempt to bite my finger, and every now and then he would get it. One of the times he managed to get it, I blew in his face, then he blew back, he let go a little later, and we moved back to the couch, sitting even closer than last time, he grabbed my wrist again, holding it gently, though I didn't pull away, I just poked his nose. It started the "war" again a little later, after Gio seemed to get irritated enough.
Next thing I knew, his head was on my stomach, and I was slouched down in the couch so I could see him, he'd pulled my arms around him, and started blowing up at my face, so I'd blow back, and we would get our faces so close together, that our lips would brush. Feeling awkward and not knowing what to think of it, i would pull away when it happens, secretly cherishing every millisecond our lips were together, and tilt my head back and laugh. Then we'd get right back to it.
One of the times, though, he pulled back, and looked at me for a good long second, a smile playing across his pretty lips, and suddenly, his head came up and his lips met mine for just a second.
Shocked as all hell, I said "why did you do that?" The smile on his face fell a little, and he looked a little embarrassed, and a more awkward smile laid on his face, "Why not?" he'd questioned back. Realizing that I'd said the completely wrong thing, I dared him to do it again. He smiled and we leaned into each other for another heart-pounding (literally! his heart was beating a million miles a minute!!!) kiss. By this time, the credits to the movie were rolling, and I'd promised my mother that I would be home right after the movie.
Sadly, we ended up standing, and after trying to kiss and get our shoes on at the same time, we got into the car, and kissed at every stop sign as he drove me home, taking me on the scenic route (the one with the most stop signs)