Apr 7, 2009
Karen looked around her. Not a soul in the room noticed her. A small overly awkward teen amongst mainly confident slightly older teens. There was laughter… plenty of it. And from where she stood she could see both the family room where there was a game of pool going on and into the kitchen where Christmas treats from Holland were being doled out. It was ofcourse tradtion for the church youth to have a round the world progressive dinner every year about this time. It was Karen’s second year.
She smiled as she over heard a rather silly joke. That’s when she heard it…
“Kiss me!” The voice was deep and obviously filled with mirth and standing right behind her. She turned and saw one of the nicest guys she’d ever met, Sam( three years her senior and boyfriend of the coolest girl in the group.) “Kiss ME!” he repeated getting down on one knee making it much more possible to comply with the demand. Karen knew she was blushing but she couldn’t help it, she’d never been more confused in her life. Then she saw him wink and point descreetly up at the mistle toe above her head. She wanted to run and hide she wanted him to kiss her at the very least. But she leaned over and kissed his cheek and then jumped back. “Ah my lady!” Sam shouted and lept to his feet and before she could escape he had grabbed her hand and planted a firm brotherly kiss upon it. “You make me the luckiest Christmas fool!” By this time several others were around talking and Karen slipped to another side of the room. Smiling sweetly at the thought of his kiss but feeling sick to her stomach all the same for the unasked for attention. She glanced over at him and he winked.
Karen laughed out right.
“Kiss ME!” A rather deep voice repeated from behind her. She turned around and there was Sam tall and handsome as ever. She had known he had tranfered to her college but almost a whole year had passed and she hadn’t seen him.
“Sam!” She reached out a hugged him.
“Didn’t you here my demand?” He said holding her back. “I sadi kiss me? How am I supposed to be anything other than a frog if none of these ladies around here will give me a proverbial kiss?”
Karen shrugged, years of maturing making her much more composed. “There’s no misiltoe you havn’t got a leg to stand on.”
Sam dropped to his nees. And Karen lost her composer. “Stop it! Get up.” She pleaded but he only winked at her and puckered up. She dropped a quick kiss on his forhead and watched in dismay as he fained a faint. Then she turned to walk away just as red and daunted as she had been that night so many years ago.
“Wait up!” Sam called and quickly caught up without her waiting. “Do I look more like a Prince?” he asked.
“Kiss ME” was written all over all the napkins. And a banner was hung up with it embalened in the wedding colors. “Kiss ME” was written out in red frosting on the grooms cake with a mistle toe in the corner. And there was Sam tall strong and handsome waiting for her to join him in welcoming guests.
Karen blinked. Now why did he have to go and wink at her like that? This was going to be a hard crush to get over.