Alfie had the silliest grin, but it was contagious. Sheila had never been with someone who made her laugh like this. It started with dance moves in the kitchen. Soon they were in sync with the steps he taught her.
Sheila soon found out he was ticklish and that became a new game. He made her laugh more. It was as if she'd fallen into something with him. It was like she wasn't someone's little sister. No, she spoke neither of Zeke nor Smed. She was on her own here. And they were alone.
Sheila soon found herself in a lie. She told Alfie she was 17.
"I remember 17." Alfie grinned. Their hands touched. Soon she had them in her grasp after she jabbed him in the ribs.
"You're not an old man." She laughed more. "You don't even look 16." She made it sound like a promise.
"Yeah, I get that sometimes." Suddenly he was not smiling. It was as if she'd said the wrong thing.
"That's a good thing. Really." She felt as if she had to make it up to him, somehow. It was as if the ball was in her court. Maybe that's why she kissed him. It felt so bold, to do, even if she'd only been kissed by some other boy who she thought the world of in a certain way, but not in another as he'd expected her too.
No, Alfie let her do what she wanted. She smiled more. It was lovely, and the best she'd ever felt about anyone she'd ever met. It was as if she needed to see just how far would he go. How far would she go?