How about your first kiss? As random,
unexpected, wanted or totally embarrassing it was....you must
remember this one!?!
I sure can remember mine! I got it
while following the curly tail of a grey mouse...
I was in 6th grade or so,
during those endless hours of playing at my school, when I spotted a
cute n paradoxical intruder!
My elementary school was surrounded by
an infinite to my mind, pine forest, so not rarely we had all sorts
of very welcome intruders....Chubby red belly birdies, wild stripy
squirrels, little hedgehogs from time to time and of course the ever
dreadful colourful caterpillars! This time though it was a quite
different case. A lethally cute and very small, furry, baby grey
mouse, with curly tail and long whiskers was anxiously running for
it's life among the numerous children's screams and laughs n
stampings n hands n feet that were trying to capture it
or....basically “flatten” it!
I instantly felt as it's destined
protector...I had to save it!!
I always found that poor little mice
were very much misunderstood and gravely wrongly accused for so many
“sins”but it was particularly surprising to me that their charms
were usually going unnoticed. So I ran n ran behind it, with my eyes
“pinned” on it in order to manage to follow it's wild n erratic
path, while pushing or shouting to anyone who was close to
successfully harm it.
After only a few minutes and while
leaving the school's grounds behind and entering the pine forest,
most children had given up gasping for air. I kept going and
soon I had the lead with only a few footsteps following me. I could
feel my body and lungs desperately urging me to stop, but I wasn't
yet sure if the little mouse was out of danger. I kept following it's
curly tail for a while until I realised that I was probably the only
one hunting it and scaring it to death. I stopped, falling onto my
knees, while inside me I was shouting “go little mouse!! run..!!
you are safe now...!”
Suddenly, another voice came to
shatter what I thought I had achieved...”Don't worry!!!” the
voice shouted “I'll kill it for you..!!!!! ”. Fast footsteps
passed in front of me and hastily manoeuvred behind the little mouse,
until I could see them no more. By now we were well inside the pine
forest. I wanted to shout but my childish lungs weren't co-operating
any longer. A sharp and high pitched squeak later, my whole body
jumped by itself and run towards the noise. My most hated classmate,
a boy I was dreading to sit close by or even look at, loud,
temperamental and usually smelly was holding violently the little
mouse upside down from it's curly tail. The cute mouse looked
desperate and continued squeaking and running on thin air. “I'll
kill it for you!” he said once more. “let it go! I don't want it
killed!!” I said. “NO! I caught it, I'll kill it!! It's a stinky
mouse! ” he laughed. I SO wanted to shout how stinky he was, but I
feared he'd harm the poor mouse. With his empty hand he grabbed a big
stone from the ground “Don't!!!!” I screamed “Why you wanna
kill it?!?!” “Because I want to!”he said “Please don't kill
it!!” “Then I won't! But only if you give me something else that
I want!!” he said calmly. He usually asked to copy other's homework
or bullied us until he got what he wanted, so I thought he'd ask
again for something similar. “OK!OK!” I said....”so what do you
want?”
“A kiss” he said with a big grin on
his dirty face. I thought he was joking and that he just wanted me to
give up. “Who would ask for a kiss?!? ” I thought. It was
totally beyond me....especially when coming from HIM! “What?!!???”
I said. “a kiss or I'll kill it” he screamed. “Well, you can
kiss it all you want! What do you threaten me for?!!!!” I said
back!
His eyes went huge, his face red and
just for a moment I thought he'd cry. Instead, he waved his hand with
the stone towards the mouse, ready to crush it! “OK! OK! STOP IT!”
I screamed scared to death. He made a move towards me but I stopped
him shouting “Let it go first!!!” He threw both stone and little
mouse on the ground and instantly with a big jump he came in front of
me and gave me a light-speed kiss somewhere between my nose, my cheek
and my chin...Triangulating those three spots, I suppose he
originally targeted my lips, but to my great luck he was very bad at
maths! :D
He then run back giggling like a little
boy. It was the most innocent thing he'd ever done, that
kiss....although with the vilest of means. The little mouse had
disappeared as quickly as he did.
Since that day he was even more
annoying with me, but I had found his weakness...he was a big softy
after all... so I didn't mind him.
So how could I ever forget?!? This
incident stayed with me as a pleasant memory, especially because of
the unharmed little mouse, which by the way never came back!
My “Playing in love” series is
inspired by a sort of unwanted first kiss. Don't get me wrong, mine
was totally unwanted and ...Carter, if you are reading this... your
breath smelled worse than a rat' s and by the way, if you still
don't know, we were calling you Carter the Farter! LOL !!
Anyway, hope you've enjoyed all your Valentine's kisses and every one was sweet and wanted ... ;)
