Anne’s eyes fluttered open. Where am I? The hospital. Caleb… What is on my hand? Anne glanced down to see Jarod’s palm was placed atop her own and he was asleep in what seemed like an extremely uncomfortable position. Seated in an uncushioned chair, his back was hunched over and his face rested by her delicate fingers. Lovingly, she ran the tips of her fingers through his curls as she had desired to do so many times. He was roused from his slumber.
“Mmmmrrrrrr….. Hey Anne… Oh my gosh Anne!” Jarod lept from the chair, “You’re awake!”
“Yeah, why didn’t you sleep on the little sofa?” Anne’s voice was raspy and her throat felt dry. Jarod went to her bedside table and poured her a glass of water. Helping her sit, he propped a pillow behind her back.
“Here. The sofa was too far away from you… I will never leave your side again.” No matter how much the pain in her stomach agonized her every time she moved, Anne couldn’t help the smile that played on her lips. He actually cared about her.
“Anne?” Jarod seemed nervous and fidgeted. Taking a breath, he sat on the bed, right beside her.
“I just want you to know that I like you more than you can possibly understand. I-I mean not that you can’t like comprehend things but er……. I just wanted to ask you… I mean, I would like you to… Would you possibly... Errrrmmmmm…..”
“Love, calm down. What do you need?”
“You… I just need you. Will you, officially, be my girlfriend?” Anne stared, baffled, into his eyes.
“I-I mean. You don’t have to. You probably don’t want to,” Jarod began to ramble once more.
“Jarod.”
“I mean, who would? I’m just me.”
“Jarod.”
“Who am I t-to be with-” Rolling her eyes, Anne grabbed the collar of his once pure, white t-shirt and pulled him to her. Their mouths collided together in an electrifying moment they both have only dreamed of. He cradled her face in his hands and he deepened the kiss, allowing himself to release his passion. They continued until a need for air forced them to separate. Cheeks flushed and eyes dilated, the two panted and grinned. My first kiss, thought Anne. He ruffled his hair and glanced up at her. Cautiously, he ran his long fingers through her hair; leaning in to kiss her again, her family walked in. They jerked around, blushed, and looked sheepishly at one another, knowing they had a lot to talk about.
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Chasing Happiness (Rewritten Under My Other Story "It's Just Pretend")
Teen FictionA badboy and a sassy redhead. A jock and a blonde nerd. A sweetheart and a shy foreigner. An unusual set of friends is it not? Honestly, I don't know what to do as a summary. This is about a group of high school seniors just trying to find happiness...
