A Hop, a Skip, and a Jump

There are moments in your life that almost seem to move in slow motion. Those moments that could change everything. Everything you were, you are, and will be. They strike fear in our brains, but yearning in our hearts. It is those moments that pushes me to write this.
I was frozen, frozen stiff. My body, that was but a second before filled with buzzing nerves and anticipation, now a petrified effigy of second guessing. Perched on my personal deck, body in ready to jump, I stopped. My mind racing with each cell in hyper drive. That text message of lustful salvation drove me to this position. Just a jump, a short walk, and then a car ride and I would have snuck out. My parents unified snoring echoing from their window pulled me back toward what is right, but the high of doing what is wrong pushed harder.
My fingers released and gravity did it's job. Down I plummeted leaving my innocence on the railing. My feet slammed on the soft ground with tremendous force, but I didn't feel a thing. The rush that consumed my body blocked the pain. I bee lined down the road where my last chance to turn back sat. There, leaning against his purring black mustang, was my guilty pleasure. David Beasley. His hypnotic eyes found me, and that smile that made me weak at the knees lit across his face.
"What took you so long?"
That voice. That voice could make me do anything, and it had before.
"Had to make sure the rents were out." I tired cooly to say. His presence pressured me to embrace my inner cool kid. As I came close enough to him to take in his tantalizing cologne, he pulled me in. That snake-like tongue found it's way passed my lips. My body immediately went limp as I melted into him. The world around me sunk away leaving just the two of us intertwined like hormonal adolescent vines.
"Come on, let's go." He whispered in my ear as we paused for air. As opened the car door I took one last glance down the street at my house. This glance almost made me run back to the safety of my parents and my bed, but almost. With the turn of a key, and a step of a pedal I raced off going further, further from that obedient, good,and innocent little boy.