Thanks to Julie Young for the title of this one.

Can We Do That Again?

The boy sat nervously at the foot of the bed, his algebra book open in his lap. Wow, he thought, why did she ask me to come to her house to study? Looking around the room, he took in the ambience.  Pink bedspread, a few stuffed animals, a dresser that didn't quite match the color of the walls and carpeting.  Finally, his eyes rested on her.  Her long dark curls fell about her shoulders as she sat staring at him ... expectantly.  Flushing crimson, the boy realized he hadn't said anything since they sat down on the bed. Oh my god!!  I'm sitting on a bed with a girl, he thought, a PRETTY girl!  He quickly regained his composure and waxed eloquently, "So, do you really think Mr. Froelich is going to be giving us a quiz tomorrow?"

The girl's eyebrows knit together momentarily in confusion, and perhaps with a little disbelief, "Huh?" she asked with equal eloquence.  Although, her speech and manner were much more relaxed than his own quavering vibrato.

The boy pointed at the book in his lap, "You said that we were going to have a quiz tomorrow on these quadratic equations." He was legitimately confused at this point.

"Oh!" she suddenly remembered the reason she'd invited him over in the first place, "right!" With a little consternation, which confused the boy, she picked up her own book and opened it. 

The boy looked nervously at the closed bedroom door. Wow, in her bedroom AND the door's closed.

A few more awkward moments passed as he got out his notebook and pencil. He started to scratch out the first equation when he heard her sigh. "What's wrong?" he asked. He didn't understand the look of combined amusement and frustration in her eyes.

She inched a bit closer to him, with the realization that she was going to have to take charge.

"So," she asked with a little frustrated smile on her lips, "are you going to kiss me or what?"

OH!!! THAT'S WHY!!!!! The thought went screaming through the boy's brain like a freight train; slowly at first but with great inertia.  He tried to smile through the embarrassment and in his most charming voice said, "Um ... ah ...  OK."  He leaned forward, awkwardly of course. She was so close, and she smelled so good. So like ... so like ... Well, so like a girl!  It was amazing.

Their lips touched.  Fire shot through every nerve in his body.  He remembered to close his eyes at the last moment and was grateful because he was positive that they'd have popped right out of his skull if he hadn't.  When he sat back, stars still dancing around his brain, all thoughts of algebra were completely forgotten, his book slid to the side. 

A silly but somehow charming, in her eyes, smile crossed his lips. "Wow," he said, "Can we do that again??"