The train station platforms were dark, only a few bare bulbs hung down low to shine upon the heads of the few people standing on the concrete. Among them were myself, my older sister and three friends. My eyes once again wandered to the handsome and youthful face of Kev, the youngest present. Yes, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. His gray-blue eyes, honey-colored hair, and pale skin was a sight to behold indeed. My best friend, jen, and other friend, Pasquale or Paskie to us, were looking at the train times. Serena, my older sister, was stretched out on the bench beneathe the heating lamps. I stood beside Kev, one hand straying to his own to clutch tightly.

“The next train is at eleven-twenty-five,” Jen informed us, adjusting her already crooked glasses, one finger pointing at numbers I couldn’t make out. I nodded, not speaking. I felt Kev’s fingers tighten around my own, as if he knew our time together was short. Serena made no sound, only covered her eyes with one arm. I looked down the platform and wondered how many more of these heated benches were around. I let Kev’s hand go, quickly said I was going to walk down the platform, and started down. I glanced behind me once or twice when I heard someone speak then continued. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that kev had decided to follow me. I smiled to myself, pleased that he wanted to trail after. My purpose was innocent and he had chosen to follow me.

“Hey look, there’s more of those lamps,” I pointed out, looking up at another compartment with the same narrow bench and red lamps above it. He cast his stormy gaze upwards to where I was pointing and smiled. I stood beneathe the lights, allowing them to warm my cold face and hands. Not much was spoken between us as we walked again, our hands linked. I felt a rush of excitement scurry through my body. Damned if I was going to let him leave without making my wish come true. I was shy as hell however and knew it’d take a lot to make me to do it. Or maybe it wouldn’t.

A few moments later, after having cheered Serena up from a slight depression, I took Kev’s hand again and tugged him towards the last warming bench. Jen squealed when he stumbled over her foot by accident, making her whip out one hand to lightly slap his arm. I waited for him to finish apologizing profusely to my irritated friend. After she had crumpled against Paskie’s side for warmth I walked to the bench. I sat down beside him, our hands clasped and facing each other.

“So are you going to tell me what your wish was?” I asked softly. He smiled at me, tilted his head to the side and stared at me.

“I wished I could be with you,” he replied in a sincere tone. I blushed brightly, turning my head away slightly. I felt his eyes on me and looked back. That slow secret smile that started on his lips and ended up lighting his eyes was present on his face. I returned the smile, only a bit more shyly.

“You know it can’t happen yet, Kev,” I said sadly. He sighed, looking down. I held his hands tighter. His eyes drifted back up to my face and stayed there. I resisted the urge to say ‘What?’ and stared at him right back. The honest admiration in his eyes touched my heart so tenderly I almost wept. If only, if only beat the sad tattoo of drums in my mind. If only I was younger or he was a bit older. Society was cruel, I thought. Cruel enough to keep something this sweet and pure from reaching fruition early on. Perhaps it was best, I mused.

“I’m the only one who can make my wish come true,” I said. Kev blinked, his brow furrowing. Without speaking, I turned my head and spat out the gum he had given me earlier that night. When I looked back at him his eyes stared at me questioningly. I motioned with my head to the ground. “Do the same. There’s nothing worse than gum in the mouth if you get my meaning.” He did likewise, only with the usual male gusto. We stared at each other for a long time, occassionally moving our foreheads closer to the other. I looked to the side a bit once or twice then took a deep breath and said firmly,

“You know what I say to this?”

“What?” he asked. I looked back at him and uttered a strong “Fuck it.” before kissing him. It was slow at first before it built in tempo. It lasted for maybe a moment before we parted and breathed in. My whole body tingled before relaxing fully. Magick. It was magick just like we’d suspected. I held his head against my shoulder and kissed his forehead softly. He kissed my hand in return, a long lingering kiss. I smiled, savoring the tenderness between us. Perhaps in another time, something like this could be shared for always and forever. My first kiss.