July 15th rolled around and it ended up being the most magical day of Cami's life. You see, she has a deep, unrelenting, and almost obsessive love for Harry Potter. Sharing a birthday with the biggest phenomena to sweep the free world inevitably dictates that you will have a near blazing passion for it. Plans had been made to embark on a five hour adventure that would entail her and four friends dressing up in the most complete homemade Harry Potter costumes that they could throw together and sitting in a congested parking lot for five hours just to be among the first to see the final installment of the film franchise. Cami was ecstatic. Her week had gone by in a blur as she tried to decipher her feelings for Seth. Did he have feelings for her or had things simply happened in situation of heightened emotion? She had tried texting him after Saturday, but the conversations felt forced and she quickly gave up on it. Before she had relented into the idea that nothing more would come from their friendship, she had discussed the third Chronicles of Narnia with him and made unofficial plans to see it together that weekend. She needed to get that boy out of her head. Nothing says, “I’m desperately trying not to think of a certain someone,” like spending a fun filled evening checking your phone. Needless to say, he was under her skin.
Harry Potter at 12:15 on the 15th and Cami sat with bated breath. Her childhood was escaping her grasp and all she could do was watch it unfold with vacillating apprehension. Little did she know that today she would lose more than adolescent fascinations and innocent fantasies; this was the beginning of charms and enchantments of the Muggle sort. The movie provided the distraction she was seeking, but with only four hours of sleep and a full day of work to go she spent the rest of the day in varied stages of sleep deprivation. She was exhausted. Mentally, she couldn’t focus on her work; emotionally, she still felt confused and more recently disappointed; and physically she couldn’t keep her eyes open or her yawns contained. That’s why she didn’t know what to do when she received a text from the boy. He asked if she still wanted to watch Narnia with him that night and she asked if someone would give her CPR. She was appalled. She had thought he had forgotten, but he told her he could never forget something like that (cue the butterflies) and so plans were made for date number two.
Anxiety; sheer, all consuming anxiety was what Cami felt as she waited for him to pick her up. Would things be awkward now? Would he hold her hand again? Did she want him to? How did things get so complicated? Cami took a breath that started at her toes and answered the door. Thus it had begun.
The drive went effortlessly. Forty five minutes of chatting about nothing and everything flew by and we were suddenly at his house. Introductions were needed and then the upstairs den beckoned us and we answered with enthusiasm. She chose the best seat in the house and before she could even make herself comfortable Seth's arm was around her. Don't ask what the movie was about because she was too distracted by his hands in hers. Before she knew it, the credits had started to roll and they had embarked on an adventure of their own. They like to call this adventure a bonafide DTR. Words were exchanged and a decision was made. He would be leaving to study abroad in a month, but he wanted to try things out anyway. She didn't want anything serious and really liked him. It was official. She could have drifted home by how light she felt. Home. With the impact of a ten pound hammer, she realized she was supposed to be home by midnight. Call her Cinderella, but she had a curfew to keep to. She checked her phone and saw it was ten after 12; she was already late. Cami stood in a flurry and grabbed her bag to go but as she turned Seth stood in front of her. He was close. She was unprepared. He grabbed her tight and softly whispered, "I guess if I'm the first boy you've ever held hands with that means I'm going to be the first boy you ever kiss." Then it happened.
In movies first kisses are made out to be all the bells and whistles. Magic fills the air and the world stops as two become one. Perhaps Cami is naive, but that isn't exactly how it works; it was almost better. She was taken so off guard as he kissed her that her eyes were open and her arms to her side. In her head she screamed, "STOP!" but only because she didn't know what else to do. Everything she had ever heard about kissing rushed through her mind and she closed her eyes and embraced the moment. In an unexpected moment of cliche impulse her foot popped. It was like Princess Diaries. Then she remembered how severely she dislikes that movie and firmly planted her foot back on the ground. She focused on the moment. The kiss was sweet. It wasn't long but it was done with intent and she was proud to call it her first. It had a pinch of comedy, a heap of magic, and a pound of wonderful and created the most enchanting day of her life.