My Perfect Fictional Love Story

SUNDAY:
I've been nervous all week.
And now I'm pulling into Eliot's driveway, mouth struggling to close. "Are you sure we have the right address?" I ask my mom. The house is HUGE. And the yard is even bigger! She confirms the number, and turns off the car. We get out, and I knock hesitantly on the large front door. I'm sure it has to be a mistake. A dog barks inside, and a familiar face appears through the door as Eliot pulls it open. We smile at each other, and he invites me in. I'm introduced to his mom, dad, brother (Parker), and brother's friend.
My mom chats with his parents for a few minutes, then leaves, and we're alone with his mom and dad in another room.
It's a bit awkward at first, and I keep looking around at the gimungous house. Christmas love songs are crooned softly from a speaker hidden in a corner, somehow making the silence between us grow.
We make a very good chocolate cake (actually, he does most of it while I try to understand what he's doing. I really can't cook), then stick it in the oven to bake for a while.
His mom pops out and suggests a movie on (Fred Clause, or something like that). We end up watching Get Smart, sitting about a foot apart in front of the fireplace. He's on my left. His mom has left. (Haha...)
Before I know quite what's happening, he's scooted over to me, and has his arm around my waist. I lean against him, barely breathing. We stay like that for a few minutes, then we hear a door opening somewhere in the house. We shoot apart as he whispers, "That's her."
His mom comes out a few moments later, and we pretend to be completely engrossed in the movie. She leaves, and his arm is around me again. Repeat mom incident.
This time when we come back together, I lace the fingers of my right hand through his right, which is holding me to him. I lean on him, and he rests his head on mine. His brother and his friend come in, and neither of us pull away. From what I've heard of Parker, he is probably thinking something along the lines of, 'Wow, she must be crazy--or desperate.' The two brothers aren't very close.
I don't care though. I'm happy. I wish the moment would never end.
The two older boys exit. He takes my other hand in his, and I smile up at him.
The movie is ending. I whisper what has been on my mind since the dance, "So...do we just go back to being friends?"
He looks down and closes his eyes for a moment before looking back at me. "I don't know," he says. "I'm...really confused."
"Me too." Both of us keep our voices down.
"I really like this," he says, holding me tighter. I squeeze his hand.
"Me too."
We sit like that for a while, and he finally says, "You know, if you told me what you'd like to do, it would make my life a whole lot easier."
"Right back at you."
We sit quietly for another few minutes. All the while, I'm hoping as hard as I ever have that he'll say he wants to go out. I'm not usually one to sit quietly, but I don't want to pressure him into anything.
His mom comes out for a couple minutes, in the kitchen, but we don't jump away this time. I think we're both waiting to see if she says anything. She doesn't, and eventually leaves.
A minute or so later, he asks, "Shall we try it?"
I smile and say, "Yes." I feel like I'm about to burst. I don't know if I've ever been happier.
His mom comes out again, and lays on the couch to watch TV with us. We stay like we are for a while.
He gets up to clean something in the kitchen.
His mom talks to me about things he's done, is surprised that I'm into swords as well as him, says that he's an amazing cook.
"Yeah," I say softly. "He is amazing." I'm not sure if he heard me, or if I even wanted him to.
His mom left after a bit, and we sit back down where we were before. I realize, in the short time that we were apart, how much I missed him there beside me. It was a strange feeling; a kind of emptiness. And I try to imagine what it would be like if he were moving away, like Peter. I'm not sure I could stand it.
All too soon, my dad arrives, and we break apart reluctantly before he comes in. I grab my jacket, then hug Eliot. My Eliot. I whisper in his ear, "So we're going out, then?"
"Yes," he says, and that's all I needed to hear to be happy for the rest of my life. I hug him tighter, then leave.
I'm bursting to tell my dad on the way home, but I want Lisa to be the first one to hear. When I get home (to my mom's), I run over to Lisa's. I have to hold in my news for a few minutes (her parents and brother were right there...), then finally whisper to her, "I had a great time at my BOYFRIEND'S." I grin as she stares at me in shock for a moment, then clings to my arm as she screams excitedly into my shoulder. I'm laughing hysterically throughout this.We hang out, do homework, watch Wall-E (is that how you write it? o_o), and then I go home to tell my mom.
She takes it better than I would have thought, only asking what it means to be "going out" these days.
The next day at school, a lot of people have heard through Facebook already. I totally thought it was all a really good dream...until my mom said something about "my boyfriend" this morning. "He's not my--oh, wait. He is." (I did this several times throughout the day). I still checked with Lisa.
The entire elementary group was freaking out, as I was the first one of us to get a...boyfriend (that's still really weird!), as Emily told me. She was rather explosive when I told her, then went up to attack Eliot later.
During lunch, I was attacked by Katy, who had already been told by Christine, then shoved in the Art Room to sit with him. We walked to English holding hands. Eddie saw us and squealed into his binder. Haha, Eddie.
During English, I saw him looking at me a few times. I smiled, and blushed.
Now that I'm writing this out, I'm thinking just how fictional this sounds; the plain, unpopular girl gets the amazing boyfriend.

But, best of all, it's completely true.

Faye got a boyfriend, and couldn't be happier.

Love,
Faye

P.S.
I can't help but think of the irony in this: I get my first boyfriend as Rosie's leaves. I love you, sweetheart. Best wishes!