:Chapter 2: Love At First Sight - Part II:
{bella}

"My old school invites hundreds of young orphans every year to come to the school for a day near Christmas time where all the students get together to provide all the kids with a great Christmas experience. It's called Head Start Day. We would turn our gym into the North Pole and put together all kinds of games along with a Santa Claus that would be on of the students dressed up. Everyone was assigned an orphan to take around the gym for that day and I was assigned to a boy named Rudy. He was only 4 or 5 and was one of the youngest kids there as well as one of the newest orphans. He never talked much and preferred just sitting in the library in the silence rather than the loud and exciting gym. I read him a bunch of books for hours when finally it was time for him to go back with his group and go home. When he realized he had to leave he broke down crying telling me, don't leave me. All the counselors were really surprised that he opened up to me, but they just pulled him off of me and took him away." Greg explained to me, one of his most emotional experiences.

Greg Raposo was astonishing and astounding. I had never laid eyes or met anyone like him. He was a true sweetheart and very caring with an open wonderful heart. For the past four hours, we sat in Starbucks Coffee, talking about each other's lives. It was unbelievable how one "hello" or greeting could lead to this. The way we reacted and talked towards each other was kind of dramatic, but pleasant and sexy. His deep male voice was so irresistible and touching. Also, those pierced ears of his made him more prepossessing and handsome. "Aww, Greg!" I chanted, playfully. He chuckled; those giggles and laughs of his drove me insane and out of control. It was so adorable, just like a young toddler's titter. Those hazel dazzling and shining eyes of his were so hypnotic. I couldn't look away; he was too enchanting and ornamental. He had dark brown hair with blonde highlights. His hairstyle texture was thick and wavy, but beautiful, just like him.

I took a sip of my grande sized White Chocolate Mocha beverage. The smell of my drink danced and paraded around my nostrils, just like how my dog named Cadillac would react, after she had received a doggie biscuit for being a good sport and acting on her best behavior. I continued to endlessly gaze at attractive Greg. He had a cute Italian nose, and perfectly structured white teeth. He had the best smile I had ever seen. It wasn't just any smile; it was a special smirk. Oh, my, gosh! Those curvy and mankind lips of his almost caused me to faint onto the ground of Starbucks Coffee. Greg was wearing a white chest fit non-sleeved shirt, loose baggy jeans accompanied by a black belt, and Adidas Superstars with silver stripes running down the sides! Hey, those shoes of his look just exactly like mine, except the color of the stripes are different! A silver chained necklace dangled from his tanned neck. He had thick eyebrows, which was kind of harmonious in a weird way.

"So, what do you want to be when you grow up?" he asked, randomly.

"Well, I've always loved working and being with little kids, so I'm planning on becoming a pediatrician." I confessed, shyly. I could feel my cheeks burning redder by the second.

"Aw, don't blush, Bree!" Greg tried to soothe my embarrassment. "That's such a coincidence, though! I love little kids, too!" he smiled.

"No kidding!" I smirked, back. "That is so cool! How many kids do you want?" I asked, rudely. "Oops! Sorry, that was really rude of me!" I giggled and Greg laughed. Wow, he was so understanding and comfortable to be around with. He was the first guy I had felt so loved, liked, and protected by in two years, ever since my relationship with my previous ex-boyfriend, which was in the 8th grade. Wait! Did I use the term "love?" I was too young to understand the meaning of love. I was only 16. I had only met Greg about a couple of hours ago. Maybe I was confused or I could have possibly consumed too much caffeine, which caused my memory to just go blank.

"I want four kids. How about you?" Greg excitingly spoke.

"Four is nothing. I could handle two dozen!" I over-exaggerated, giggling. Greg snorted a laugh, which almost caused him to choke to death on his pink lemonade.

We both laughed at that random moment and continued to chatter about our personal lives; I learned that Greg has a bag of Swedish Fish candy, a pack of Mountain Dew, and pillow in his automobile. He lectured me about how much he loved being a senior. He quoted, "It's kinda weird saying that school isn't actually all that bad anymore. On some days I only have to go in for two periods and I'm done for the day. As for the freshmen it's fun to scare them sometimes, but I don't really pick on them." The first celebrity he had ever met was Mickey Mouse. His all-time favorite cartoons were Ninja Turtles and Ghostbusters. The craziest dream he ever had was where his Dad had bought this white coat and it turned into a ghost and began chasing young Greg around the house, which caused him to jump out the window. He also gave me some audition advice in these exact words, "For anyone whose auditioning, I'd say first of all don't go in saying your sick or you have a cold because I know a lot of people do that and all it does is show nervousness and insecurity. Just audition with all you got and after you walk out of the room, then, forget about it. If you book the job then they'll call you, but otherwise don't even think about it. Lots of the auditions aren't even based on your talent, but on a certain look they need for the part." I wish this moment with Greg could last forever…….

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"So, I would love to hear you sing sometime." Greg commented, nicely. I shook my head, shyly. "Aw, come on, B! If you're beautiful, I'm sure you have a beautiful voice, too." Could he possibly be flirting with me? I nervously lifted up my cheek and briefly glimpsed at him. He was staring at me, blankly. He gave me a flirtatious wink and smirked. It had been such a long time, ever since I had liked someone. Wait! Liked? Did I really just use that term? What was I saying? I couldn't jump to conclusions. I had to think about this clearly and thoroughly. I felt safe and secured by Greg, but was I moving along too fast here?

"Thanks," I smiled. We were interrupted by the ringing tone of Greg's cell phone. "Aren't you going to get that?" I informed, curiously.

"Why should I let one call get in the way of our good time?" he flirtatiously questioned. He wiggled his eyebrows up and down, which allowed me to chuckle. After about five ringing tones, he annoyingly, sighed, and answered it. "I'm sorry. I'll be right back."

"Oh, please. Take your time." I smiled, politely.

"Thanks, B. You're so understanding." Greg commented, smiling at me. I smirked back and he headed towards the men's bathroom. As soon as he was out of ear sight and eyesight, I let out a squeal. I couldn't believe I was having a good time with a hot boy! Not just a hot boy; a gorgeous boy! Greg had a really butt. His white-navy blue striped boxers were half sticking out, too, if I might add for details and description. When he swiftly rose up from our table, I detected the scent of his Versace Blue Jeans cologne. He smelled splendid and radiant. Also, Greg was much taller than me, possibly at least 5"10. I felt such like a dork, for only being 4"11 and 96 pounds. I was a midget, but Greg commented that short is cute. He playfully nicknamed me Tiny Tim and Mini Me, which made us both laugh in hysterics. I idolized his sense of humor and optimism. I could definitely vision him being a wonderful father, parent, and best friend to his daughter/son. I admired a boy, who loved to spend time with children. Was I allowed to have a crush on a boy who was two years ahead in grade than me? Greg seemed beautifully mature and manly for his age, which was a wonderful factor.

"Sorry about that." Greg apologized, as he sat back down in the seat facing towards me. "It was my Mom. She was just reminding me that I'm supposed to baby-sit Daniella and Nicole, while she and my Dad attend Amanda's school play."

"Aw, you're such a sweet older brother, Greg. I'm sure your sisters look up to you very much, just like I do." I flirted back at him. He, with a surprised look on his face, smiled. "I would kill to have a brother like you."

"Thanks." Greg blushed, shyly. We noticed the stars dazzling and sparkling through the translucent corridors of Starbucks Coffee. "Hey, look!" he perked up the awkward moment of silence. "There's a shooting star!" he pointed.

"Wow!" I gasped, happily.

"What are you going to wish for?" he asked.

I closed my eyes, tightly, and prayed to God that I wouldn't let Greg Raposo go. Boys like him only came once in a lifetime and I had to hold onto him tight. Please, God. I know you're extremely busy, but can you do me this one favor? If you grant me this one wish, I will never ask you for anything. Okay, maybe I'm lying, but hey, can't a girl's dreams and wishes come true at least once during her lifetime? I mean, she does deserve to live life to its fullest.

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"Thanks for the ride, Greg." I thanked, as we walked up the stairs to my house. After we had both made a wish on the shooting star that swiftly passed by our two very own eyes, we had stayed a little bit longer at Starbucks, sipping our fourth drinks. I swear; we were almost going to have a bladder explosion by the time we departed. Greg and I had also pigged out on these really delicious orange poppy pound cakes. They were irresistible, but not as overpowering as Greg.

He had given me a lift home in his Lexus GS 300. We had an unforgettable time on the car ride home, especially with Greg chanting along to every single song Radio Disney played. Okay, Radio Disney maybe a kids radio station, but hey, I'm still kind of a kid and they play some butt-kit songs! It was really hilarious and funny when Greg sang the lyrics to Britney Spears "Oops! I Did It, Again!" I discovered that she was his all-time celebrity and favorite pop star diva. I playfully teased him about it, which caused him to give me the drooping puppy eyes. To get back at me, he jokingly mocked me about chanting the lyrics to Aaron Carter's "I Want Candy." He was one of my all-time favorite male solo singers, ever since I had become a fan of his. I couldn't wait to get on the phone to tell my best friends about Greg! He was like a drug, an addiction, an obsession. Like candy, once you have your first bite, you don't want to stop; your metabolism and taste buds have a craving for more refills of sugar

"It was really no problem, Bella." Greg replied, as he stood in front of me. We were standing right in front of the door entrance to my mansion, face to face. There was a moment of awkward silence, accompanied by the chirping of the crickets, howling of an owl, and barking of dogs. As I waited for him to make a move, a swarm full of thoughts and worries ran through my mind; Should I supposedly to kiss him? Wait! I don't even really know this boy, so I can't smooch him, can I?! Why wasn't talkative, like I usually was with my family and friends?! Maybe I should comment on his clothes?

Suddenly, the rumbling of my stomach broke the silence. Haha; my fast metabolism and I were crazy. No matter how much I consumed of food and liquids, I was always still in the hunger point. It was funny, but scary and freaky.

"Whoa! What was that?!" Greg chuckled, adorably.

"My tummy." I smiled, embarrassedly and shyly.

"Aww. Little Bella's hungry!" Greg mocked, jokingly.

"Stop laughing at me!" I tried to cover up my laughter, by fooling him.

"You're laughing at yourself, too!" he informed me.

"Oh, yeah! Duh!" I gave myself a slap on the head. "Dumb Bella!"

"Dumbo Bella!" he teased, playfully.

"Hey, I'm not a flying elephant!" I playfully smacked him in the shoulder.

"Whoa! Getting a little violent with me, eh, Ms. Tough Girl?"

"Oh, yeah? Bring it on, Raposo! Let's see what you've got!"

"Raposo is pronounced with an "oh" sound at the end, not ah, silly goose!" he clarified for me. We both guffawed at how stupid and funny we were behaving, when suddenly, I don't know what had come over me, but I snaked my arms around his ambrosial waist and leaned my head against his chest. Wow, he smelled SWEET! He smelled fresh as a daisy and soap. Greg responded instantly to my actions by enveloping me in a tight squeeze. He gave lovely hugs; I liked this kid. Wait! Did I just use the term "like"?

There was no rule in the teenage hormones guide about a girl developing a crush on a boy. It was perfectly naturally, but to be frankly honest, I was a tad bit scared and afraid of getting involved with somebody. After my last experience, I became more cautious about developing crushes on my opposite sex.

I could feel Greg brushing his highlighted head against mine. I hope my hair didn't smell bad! I remembered to take a nice hot shower the night before, using my usual shampoo and conditioner, but I had gotten all sweaty and clammy during softball in gym, so maybe the smell of my hair products had diminished and shattered away. The heartbeat of Greg's pounded faster by the second. I wish I could stay underneath the protection and comfort of Greg's arms forever, but I knew I had to let him go, so he could baby-sit young Daniella and Nicole.

"Greg, I don't want to keep your parents waiting." I spoke up, in a muffled voice. He agreed in unison and let go of me. "I had a wonderful time, though. Maybe we could get together, again?" I suggested, hopelessly and desperately. Gosh, he was handsome. I loved those dazzling and hypnotic hazel eyes of his. I could stare at them all day and never get tired of it.

"Don't worry. Greg Raposo knows how to take care of himself, because he's SUPER MAN!" he showed off, pretentiously, in a show biz accent. I giggled and suddenly, he brushed a strand of hair away from my face. I gulped, nervously. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" he commented. Whoa, I hadn't heard those words ever since my previous boyfriend. Everything about Greg Raposo seemed so perfected; I felt totally connected and compatible with him, like peanut butter and jelly. Okay, maybe that was a terrible synonym analysis, but could I possibly be in love?

I was too young to understand the real definition of innocent and true love, but hey, look at my parents. They fell in love with each other immediately when they first bonded in high school and after college, they got married and voila! Now, they have a happy marriage, accompanied by a bundle of three kids and four pets, but still, no! I did not reach the appropriate age to learn what "real" love was, or maybe I just wasn't thinking clearly this particular day.

"And you're so handsome, you know that?" I flirted back, shyly. He chuckled and searched for his car keys throughout his jean pockets. I wanted to see him, again, but I was too nervous and shy to make my move. I was about to place my hand on the golden painted doorknob, when I was awakened by the declaration of my name.

"Bella!" Greg announced, allowing me to shift my weight back towards his. A smirk spread across his face, which caused me to smile, too. He walked up to me and gently placed my hand into his. He took out a black ball pointed pen from his jean pocket and wrote something in the inner of my palm. "Good night and sweet dreams."

He continued to observe me, as he walked down the front porch steps. He was too good to be true; he was like a prince or better yet, Romeo Montague from William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Sadly, he hopped into his Lexus GS 300 and drove away through the darkness. Once he was out of eyesight, I opened the fist of my hand and glimpsed at what he had written:

459-1300
Call me!
Love always, Greg

I happily giggled and looked up at the stars in the black pitch sky. I mumbled under my breath, thanking god for blessing and gifting me with Greg Raposo.

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