One.

The television roars of basketball as I'm slightly slouched over the edge of the couch. I pretend to focus my attention on the game, but I don't care or even understand a word coming from the narrators. I cock my head to the left pretending to focus on the game and let out a sigh trying again at my best friend,

“So. . . Why are you so down?”
“I don't want to talk about it.” I felt him shift into a different position.

He coughed. I sat and waited.

~

“Peyton.” He tugs at the back of my cute pastel rainbow tank top.

I turn around trying to make eye contact, but his arm was hovering over his eyes

“yeah . . ?” He puts his arm around me, “closer” he whispers. I leaned forward just about an inch smelling his sweet cologne. His eyes become passionate, “closer” and he pushes me forward with his hand on my back and kisses me. My eyes widen and after a second I melted kissing back with just as much passion. He starts to hold my waist and lifts me onto him, and ruffles my hair as we kiss.

His lips were soft, and he tasted salty from his tears.

His hands became careless, and started to wander up the sides of my tank top and over my breast.

I pause, and gasp for breath.
“Are you sure? Right now?” I was so worried about how this would affect our friendship.

He just looks at me. Just starts glaring at me, so I let him guide me into his room.

I feel like I want him more than he wants me. He's what I was waiting for for two years.

I lay back on his bed and he starts to kiss my neck . . .

I was done for. Right from the start.

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