The first and best mistake I
ever made came in the form of a beautiful, older witch named Brittany Bertiger. Basil was senior in high school, Oberon and I
were juniors and the triplets had just turned two. Basil was still hooked on
Mystery, but being basically a ghost (we hoped, for the sake of Basil’s
sanity), he couldn’t invite her, so Oberon and I went instead.
I spotted Brittany
on the other side of the dance floor being hit on by a bad boy looking type and
she was not returning his flirts. I had
a weakness for people in distress, so when the asshole wouldn’t leave her
alone, I stepped in and cast the spell, chattering teeth on him. He responded by sucker punching me in the
face. Next thing I knew the two of us were in the middle of the dance floor
beating the crap out of each other. Chaperons quickly pulled us apart and kicked
the two of us out of the prom. As soon as we were outside the deuce climbed in
his car and drove away.
I was about to fly home myself when she stepped outside
and walked towards me. “Thanks back there, I mean I should have cast a spell
myself before the fight escalated before it did, but I’m really grateful
none-the-less,”
“It’s no big deal, really. When people need help I can’t
help, but act,” I said.
She took a wand from her
dress pocket and pointed it at me. “Let me at least help the swelling on your
face go down.” She stepped closer, I remember her breathe on me and the scent
of peppermint coming from her hair.
She waved her wand and a
warm glow filled my face. When it faded there was no trace left of me being
punched. The warmth drifted a little
lower, but that had nothing to do with her spell. “Thanks. That helped a lot.”
“Are you busy Saturday night?” she asked.
“No.”
“Next Saturday is a full moon there’s a silly trial of
courage thing going on in the graveyard. It sounded fun, but you need a date to
finish it.”
“Sure, sounds like fun.” I said, not that any guy in
their right mind would say no.
She kissed me on the cheek. “See you Saturday then.” After
that she hopped on her broomstick and flew home.
My cheek warmed where her lips touched it and I flew home
in a pleasant daze.
***
Saturday couldn’t get here soon enough. I wasn’t too
nervous, instead I was excited. When I told Oberon about my first date he practically
grabbed my hand and pulled me to the closest clothing store. He even offered to
pay for me to get a haircut, but I refused. At the time I liked my hair long
and only trimmed it when it was absolutely necessary, and I preferred to do
that myself. Finally Saturday night arrived and I met Brittany at the
graveyard. She wore a hoodie and shorts, but she could of worn a bag and I still
would have been head over heels.
“You look great.” Brittany
said.
“Thanks, you look good yourself.” I said.
She grabbed my hand. “Let’s go. “
Inside the cemetery it was dark except for glowing blue
lamps, Brittany’s wand and the Aura of Soothing I projected to give a us a little
bravery boost. The trial itself consisted of following the lanterns on a fence
around a pre-determined path. Zombies and ghosts shuffled by occasionally,
but thanks to the fence they were only as dangerous as a lion or cow plant at
the zoo. One zombie did reach over the fence to try and get us, but Brittany
and I cast spells at the same time, knocking out the unfortunate zombie.
When we reached the end of the trial Brittany pointed to
the night sky and said, “the stars are lovely tonight, wanna watch them with me
for a little while?”
“Sure,” I said and led her off the path a little, keeping
a careful eye out for zombies and ghost, just in case.
We sat on the ground and Brittany scooted close enough
that her knees brushed against mine. “Thanks
for taking me out. “She said in a soft, husky voice.
“I’m glad you invited me to come with you.” I said.
She smiled and held my hand
in hers. After that we sat in silence for some time just enjoying each other’s company.
Our date ended when a couple ghosts appeared, chilled the
air and killed the mood. I walked
Brittany home and, but when we got to her house she paused in her driveway and
grabbed my hands. I knew what she
expected me to do, but I completely froze when I remembered that I’d never
kissed a girl before, aside from my mom.
What if I messed up? When Brittany
noticed this she pulled me towards her face and the rest I could figure out on
my own. We shared a peppermint scented kiss that I still remember every detail
of to this day.
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