The First Few Nights of May (Pt. 3)

There aren’t enough teen queer romance stories in this world.

Friday was sunny and warm, the rainy days at an end. For my, um, date with Joyce, I dressed up. Instead of wearing my usual old t-shirt tucked into jeans, I wore brown plaid pants and a white buttoned crop top.
Instead of meeting at the restaurant like we did before, I picked Joyce up at her house. My parents knew what gender I liked, and they have their suspicions as to why I continued to meet one of the prettiest girls in school- or at least in my opinion.
The sky was clear and blue, with fluffy clouds hovering over the horizon. Joyce was dressing like the 1960s’, and wore a peter pan collared blouse and checkered shorts, as well as lacy white tights and kitty heels. We listened to Frank Siantra and Lana del Ray on the way to the restaurant, the windows of my car down, wind blowing in our hair. When we parked at the restaurant, I didn’t turn off thr car right away. I looked into Joyce’s eyes and realized that she loved me as much as I loved her.
K-pop and J-pop played over the speakers in the restaurant, and I ordered a strawberry Japanese soda. Joyce did the same.
The sushi was great, but I felt like I didn’t want to waste my time sitting down and talking and eating food that would give me tapeworms. After we paid our bill for the sushi, I grabbed Joyce’s hand and pulled her out of the booth.
“C’mon, I want to show you something.”
I drove us out of town, to a small meadow filled with wildflowers. It wasn’t contantly monitored by the owner, only checked up every couple of weeks. I liked to go there to read and write and sing to myself and the birds. I had never brought someone there before.
The sun was beginning to dip low on the edge of the sky as I braided flowers into Joyce’s hair. She made a flower crown for me, and I wore it with happiness. We laid on our backs and watched the sky turn from sherbert to light indigo, and then to midnight blue and with flecks of white and gold as stars. The trees slowly grew silent as the songbirds fell asleep, and soon it was just Joyce and I, and the whole wide world. And you know what? I was perfectly fine with that.

Author's Note

Part 3 of ______

I feel this story coming to the end. I think we’re approaching the middle of it at this point, because honestly, I’m just coming up with this as I go along. Thanks again for reading :)