It All Started With A Frisbee

Chapter 6

The above picture is Nico

Recap:Greyson just kissed Charlie

Charlie POV
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I stand in my kitchen, kissing my crush. After about 10 more seconds, I pull away. "That. Was. Amazing." I say quietly with the biggest smile on my face. Greyson has a strange expression on his face. Oh no. He didn't like the kiss. I run back upstairs before he can say anything. As I run through the living room, I see Peyton and Nico making out. I scream and grab Peyton and run upstairs.

Dylan and Ryan are still in my room. "What the heck just happened down there?!" They ask in unison. "The best thing ever" Peyton and I say in unison. Dylan and Ryan share the same confused look. Me and Peyton laugh. "Peyton you tell them your story first. I'm still not sure if mine actually happened" I say dreamily. "Ok then" Peyton says while laughing.

"Well, me and Nico were on the couch, talking. After a while, we started talking about our love lives. He said he was single and so did I. We were both quiet for a few seconds and then he leaned in and kissed me. It was just a small kiss but then I leaned in and kissed him and then he deepened it and we started making out and then Charlie brought me up here" she says, obviously love-struck.

"OMG!!!!!!!" Dylan and Ryan scream. "That is AMAZING!" Ryan yells. "Oh that reminds me, something happened with me too" I say, smirking. "What was it?!?!?!" Dylan asked, shaking my arm. I laugh and tell the story.

"Well when I went downstairs to get something to eat, Greyson was in the kitchen, shirtless. So when I went to turn around, I, of course, ran into the table causing him to jump around. He says hey and I say hi and when I go to the refrigerator, he jumps in front of me. He said that I would have to get through him to get to the fridge. I told him to move and he said I was cute when I was serious and I got all sassy and then he just started kissing me. It lasted like 15 seconds and when I pulled back, he had a weird expression. So I ran and that's when I say Peyton" I finish, taking a breath.

"THAT IS AMAZING!!!" Dylan yells. "I know!" I yell back. Since it's late, we go to bed. I think me and Peyton are too excited to sleep, so she comes and lays down next to me and we talk for a while and then fall asleep.

When I wake up, Peyton is sprawled across my bed, with her head on my stomach. I laugh and carefully move her. I walk downstairs to get breakfast. I look at the clock in the living room. 11:48. Wow. I slept later than usual. I stand in front of my refrigerator, reliving last night. I smile to myself. As I am looking for food, I hear a noise. I jump and turn around quickly. What I see is the best thing ever. A half-asleep, shirtless Greyson walks into the kitchen. "Hey Charlie" he says while waving slowly. I laugh. "Hey" I say back. When he looks at me, he gets that strange look on his face again, as if he remembering last night. And then he smiles that perfect smile of his.

"Ok so I either had a really good dream last night, or me and you made out right here in this spot" he says while rubbing his eye. I feel myself blushing. "You're blushing" he says, grinning. "That means we actually made out" he says, biting his lip. I swear I just died and went to heaven. He looks so perfect right now. I could just kiss him. Again.

"Why don't you then?" He says while wearing that beautiful smirk of his. Oh no. Did I say that out loud? "Yes. Yes you did" he answers. "I have to stop doing that" I quietly say. "So? Are you gonna kiss me or not?"he asks. I think for a moment. Before I even say anything he comes toward me, picks me up, and just starts kissing me. I pull back for a second and I see a sad look on his face. I lean back in and we kiss for about 10 more seconds till I hear something. He puts me down and acts like nothing happened.

A very sleepy Dylan walks in. She looks at me then at Greyson. Then back at me. Then Greyson. She smiles, grabs a banana, and walks out saying, "I'll leave you two alone." I laugh and walk out of the kitchen. I see her flop on the couch. I go sit with her and she nudges me a little with her elbow. "So? Did you give him some action in there?" She asks, wriggling her eyebrows. "It depends. What is your definition of 'action'?"I ask her. "Oh you know. A little mouth to mouth?" She answers. "Then yes. I gave him some action in there" I say.