• Before I even realize it, I'm on steps of the school, waving good bye to Christofer. What the ******** was I doing? Chrisofer was walking away, trembling and probably crying. I slip off my hoodie and begin to run towards him. When I finally reach him I thow my arms around his neck and murmur into his back "I don't know why I walked away. I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me." I pull away and see a damp spot on his shirt. I hadn't realized that I had started to cry. "Umm.... Here." I hold out my hoodie to him. "You seemed cold and um... well I didn't think- here." I give him my hoodie and begin to walk away back to the school. After having taken ten steps back to the school, a pair of arms wrap around my waist. "I could never be mad at you. I forgive you." Chris mutters, his chin on my shoulder. "And thanks for your hoodie." I blush as he begins to kiss my neck. "Mmmm.... Wanna come back and hang out with me at my place?" he asks. I nod, unable to find my voice.
    We begin to walk in the direction of his house and I am reminded of yesterday. I take his hand in mine and he smiles. "You're awfully quiet." he notes. "Umm.... yeah, I guess so." is my incredibly lame reply. "What's wrong?" His sympathetic voice forces and answer out of my lips. "Yeah... I suppose it's because I thought you hated me and might just want to break up with me." I look at the ground and blush. "Is that what you thought?" He chuckles lightly. "That is hardly a reason to laugh." I frown at the pavement that we continue to step over. He smiles at me. "It is, because I was beginning to think the exact same thing." I look incredilously up at him. He nods as if answering my unspoken question. I sigh and give his hand an affectionate squeeze. "I'm sorry." he says sadly. "I'm sorry as well." I tell him. He smiles that heart wrenching smile. Then I plant a light kiss upon his pale lips, after all how could I not love him?
    I can feel him smirk as he lengthens the kiss, his hands crushing me to him with incredible strength. "Mmm..." I moan as he forces his tongue into my mouth. After some time he pulls away and we are both out of breathe. "Some kiss, huh?" he asks and I nod. For the first time I see him blush as he looks away, and he releases me. I was confused at first until I realized where his hands had been and I blush as well. I hadn't even realized it had become that intimate.
    "Umm... so do you uhh.... still want to go to my place?" he asks a bit distrought and still not looking at me. "Yeah." I say happily. "Gabriel's not gonna be too happy I ditched and he's going to be furious with me when he finds out you ditched with me.... but it'll be worth it 'cause I finally get to have you all to myself for a few hours." He winks and I begin to blush and mutter "You had me to yourself yesterday." "But not nearly as long as I can today." He smirks as if it were so obvious, which it was. "Okay then." I murmur, embarrassed.

    When we reach his house I finally realize that I really wanted to be alone with him and not because I wanted him sexually but because I wanted to talk to him and just hang out. He opens the door and we walk through. I really look at his house for the first time. It's quite luxiourous but not in a snobby way in a nice and contemperary way (I have to stop watching those interior decorating programs wtih my mom). There was an entance hallway with pictures of Gabriel and Chris when they were younger and they looked so happy. The stairs were located about five meters away from the door. In any other house it would seem tacky but here it looked nice with their lightly painted walls.
    As we pass the entry hall we take a right turn in front of the stairs but on the left side there is the kitchen with stainless steel appliances and the table is round and is made of wood with a cherry oak finish. There is a window that shows the world just above the sink. The right turn we took placed us in the middle of a living room with a tan rung in front of a black leather couch. The whole south part of the living room is a giant window with light neautral curtains. Above the fireplace there is a thirty inch flat screen Sony television. I stare with my mouth agape.
    Chris laughs and closes my mouth for me. I giggle nervously and look at the floor. "So do you want to watch some TV?" he asks lightly plopping himself on the couch and spreading his arms for me. I go over and sit on his lap and have his arms envelope me. I feel so comfortable when he does this. I kiss his lips lightly and he kisses mine. It's hard not to feel a connection with this boy when he sits here holding me like this. He pulls away and smiles ang grabs the remote from the side table.
    "What kind of things do you like to watch?" I ask him. "Hmm... I like action and comedy. What about you?" he says. "I don't really watch TV. How about we watch what you want to watch?" "Sure, if that's what you want." he turns the TV on and he goes to movies on demand and chooses some Star Trek thing. "Do you want to watch this?" he asks holding me tighter. I nod. He clicks the button and then the screen blows up to a bigger version of the movie. We sit there cuddling on the couch, occasionally sharing sweet kisses throughout the span of the movie.
    When it is over my stomach grumbles and I look away, embarrassed. Chris looks at me in an endearing sort of manner. "You hungry, sweetie?" he asks passionately. "Kinda but I can wait til dinner at my house." I mutter. "Not a chance. I want you to be happy and if that means sharing some left overs from last night then don't worry about it." He smiles and my heart just melts. He gets up and pulls me up along with him.
    He leads me to the kitchen and tells me to sit at the table while he looks for some food...