I lay on my bed, crying and staring blankly at the ceiling. I hadn't come out of my room in a week because I hated everyone, especially my "friend" who had been really mean to me. I didn't want anybody to come in right now and see me in this state.
All of a sudden I heard a quiet knock at my door. "Come in," I called reluctantly. The door clicked open and a cute little face peeped round the door, followed by his body. It was Tuomo.
"Hey. I've missed you." He walked over and perched next to my body on the bed.
"That's nice." I said, continuing to stare at the ceiling.
"Look...I've watched you suffer long enough in here, and it's making me sad. You know what?" Tuomo scooped up my hand into his and, when I sat up, he roughly took hold of my arms either side. "That girl you were friends with can go and fuck herself."
I laughed. "Thanks, that made me feel so much better." I wiped my tears away and leant over and hugged him, breathing in the sweet smell of his aftershave. We stayed like this for a few seconds, until I felt him kiss my cheek. It felt nice. Then he slowly moved his mouth onto mine and he began to kiss me properly. At first I was shocked, but I found that the warmth of his lips comforted me greatly so I kissed him back. I took his face into my hands either side, his skin was soft in my fingertips. But then I stopped and moved backwards, confused as to what just happened. "Look at us..." I said. "What is this?"
"Um, Lottie, I wasn't too sure if I should tell you this but..." His blue eyes looked at me pleadingly. "I think I....love you."
I didn't know how to respond. Tuomo just looked at me as if he was waiting for me to say something. And then it hit me - I finally realized that I had been missing someone, and that person was Tuomo. It was like a jigsaw puzzle coming together. I have a special connection with him, more than I do with the other boys. Yes, I actually loved Tuomo. I remained silent, and pulled him closer to me, and kissed him again, this time more passionately. He seemed confused but he kissed me with just as much passion, if not more. Soon, he shoved his tongue in my mouth. It felt weird, but it turned me on, and I did the same back. We were in the midst of a whirlwind of passion, alone, in my bedroom.
It was the most perfect moment of my life.
