I caught fire.
My heart exploded like a firecracker being thrown for the
first time. When I saw her, my breath whooshed out of me, faster than a toddler escaping a spanking. Pure adrenaline
and heat coursed through my veins.
It was, absolutely, love at first sight.
She was stunning. Soft, strawberry hair, mimicking that of
a robin’s breast; milky skin, mimicking that of...well, milk;
deep brown eyes resembling that of chocolate milk. A lot
of milk. Like I said, love at first sight.
We were at the waterpark, of all places, when I first laid
eyes on her. She stood in line waiting for ice cream,
looking bored...actually, she looked like she was in pain. I
thought it was odd, considering she was waiting for ice
cream. Her pained, beautiful expression was what
captured my heart.
And then she passed out.
I sprinted to her—dropping my Italian ice like a hot pie (not potato, I hate those things)—and crashed to my knees. My
lifeguard training came in handy: I checked for a pulse,
found a faint one, and then started CPR.
A crowd started to form, and I tossed my golden curls out
of my eyes as I tried to pump my hands on her blue bikini
top. Yes, I am a gentleman. No, I didn’t mind giving her
CPR.
“Will she be okay!?” a voice shrieked. “Her name is Vivian
—” (MY heart skipped a beat at hearing her beautiful
name for the first time) “—and she hasn’t drank water ALL
day. I TOLD her to drink water, dammit! I should have
made her!”
For a second I glanced up and saw the owner of the shrill
voice. It was a blond girl, and she didn’t hold a candle to
the gorgeous, unconscious Vivian beneath my palms (that
kind of sounds creepy...how about, “the gorgeous,
unconscious Vivian I was performing CPR on”). The
shrieking blond looked like she’d seen a ghost. Her pink
bikini was shimmering with blinding sequins, and she
looked like she was about to puke all over it.
“Did someone call an ambulance?” a woman asked,
kneeling down next to me. “I’m a doctor,” she explained.
“Need me to take over?”
I quickly glanced her way and weighed my options: a) I
could continue performing CPR until I NEEDED to switch
(safety first, ego last) resuscitate her successfully, and be
hailed her hero when she comes to, or b) let this doctor
take over and go back to my Italian ice, or what was left of
it, and potentially never see her again. I picked option a.
“I’m good, Doc. I just started,” I explained, staring at
Vivian’s partially opened, perfect mouth.
“Have you started mouth-to-mouth?” The doctor asked,
leaning toward said perfect mouth, listening for an exhale
of breath.
“Not yet, do you think I should?” I asked. My stomach
suddenly felt as though a hundred butterflies
simultaneously broke out of their cocoons.
“Let me do this, kid, this is my career,” the doctor said,
forcibly moving me out of the way.
I relinquished my lifeguard instincts and moved to stand
next to the shrieking, sequin-covered blond.
She was crying now, and had her hands wrapped around
her waist. Shivers wracked her body, no doubt from her
damp bikini and the gently blowing breeze. Well, that and
her unconscious friend on the ground.
“So, you’re Vivian’s friend?” I asked casually, trying to take
her attention away from ViIvan, who was now receiving
mouth-to-mouth from the doctor.
“Y-Yeah,” she answered. “She’s my best friend.”
I nodded and patted her shoulder. Apparently, this friendly
shoulder pat gave her indirect permission to wail
unconsolably, wrap herself around my torso with a vice
grip, and stain my chest with mascara. I glanced around,
uncomfortable in thinking someone would peg me as
THAT guy. You know, the one who sidles up next to
damsels in distress in order to cop a feel. I met eyes with a
dude, and he gave me a thumbs up. I sighed.
Pushing the blond away as casually as possible, I asked,
“What’s your name?”
She swiped under her eyes and sniffled delicately.
“Meredith.”
“We got her!” the doctor yelled. I glanced down to Vivian
and saw that she was looking around and trying to sit up.
“Here you go,” the doctor encouraged calmly, “that’s it.”
The doctor helped Vivian sit up, and the crowd that had
formed started to clap.
“Here’s some water,” a random woman from the crowd
said, extending a thermos of water from one of the nearby
snack shacks. It was in the shape of a scuba tank and
read, ‘Catch your breath at Scuba’s!’ Ironic, much?
Vivian glanced blankly around with a wide-eyed
expression. Meredith threw herself to the concrete.
“Oh, VIVIAN! You’re ALIVE!” She yelled, throwing her
arms around Vivian’s elegant neck.
“Easy there, Barbie, let her breathe a little,” the doctor
ordered. She nudged Meredith back, preventing her from
nearly suffocating Vivian, and placed her hand on Vivian’s
shoulder. “You’re lucky this quick-thinking kid was here,”
she told Vivian, pointing in my direction.
Vivian looked up at me, and I swear the world ground to a
halt, like jamming on a car’s breaks when you see a deer.
But this deer was stunning, and had eyes that I swore
could see right through me.
“Thank you,” she said, looking up at me. She looked
slightly confused, and rubbed at her eyes, like she had just
woken up from a nap.
“You’re welcome,” I squeaked. Wimp.
“You should probably get that head checked out. Landing
on the concrete is no fun,” the doctor insisted. “You
probably passed out from dehydration, but I’d go in for an
additional checkup.”
Vivian nodded slowly, and sipped more water through the
thermos straw. Meredith sniffled quietly and rubbed
Vivian’s back. I stood with my hands in my swim-short
pockets, watching the crowd disperse. I even got a few
claps on the back and “Nice thinking,” or “Good work,”
from some people.
Meredith and the doctor helped Vivian stand up. She was
a little shaky on her feet, but for the most part seemed
okay. I smiled at the doctor as she nodded toward me and
made her way back to her lounge chair.
“So, what’s your name?” Vivian asked me.
“Victor,” I supplied weakly, surely convinced I was going to
pass out myself while talking to this beautiful angel.
“Well, thank you so much Victor. I think I owe you one,”
Vivian smiled. She leaned in to kiss me on the cheek,
which I would have joyfully accepted, but...well, my heart
vetoed my brain and any shred of common sense I had,
and I turned my face to meet her lips.
Let me tell you: this was the kiss of the century. I’ll spare
you the details...but I’ll have you know that Meredith had
to pull Vivian back. Yes, love at first sight for me, and love
at first lip-lock for Viv.
When Meredith pulled us apart, and we stared
breathlessly at each other, I asked the question I would
come to ask again (more seriously), when we were both in
our 20s.
“Will you marry me?”
Viv just laughed at me then. But yesterday,
well...yesterday she said yes.
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What a lovely story. Thank you.
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