Chapter 2

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As I reached my house and stepped inside, I noticed someone was standing in my living room.

"Surprise!" My boyfriend Gerald smiled at me. I, on the other hand, didn't return the smile. First of all, I didn't know why he was here and second of all, since I had gotten a phone call from the wicked witch of the west, I felt pretty upset. Gerald could see it.

"What's wrong, did I come at a bad time?" His smile vanished and a concerned face took place. I didn't want him to worry.

"No it's just that I got a call that I wasn't expecting and well now I feel terrible." I walked toward him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and put my head on his chest. He was taller than me, but those extra 6 inches helped me feel safe.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. Then he lifted me off the floor and carried me to my room. All this week he had been acting kinder than usual, so I knew something was up.

"So what is it you want?" I stared at him with questioning eyes. He looked down to me and shook his head slightly.

"What do you mean? I don't want anything other than the usual." He had the look of an innocent child, but that didn't fool me.

"The usual?" I got to my feet and hopped onto my bed. Gerald stayed back and leaned onto the doorway. I looked at him and his pleading eyes said it all. I immediately knew what he wanted.

"No, no, no, no," I said shaking my head. "Don't tell me you want to make love to me. Gerald I'm barely 18 and so are you. Please, all I can do is kiss you and tell you to wait." I walked toward him and hugged his waist. He reluctantly agreed and wrapped his arms around my waist. I stood on the tips of my toes and kissed Gerald on the cheek. He wasn't satisfied, so he grabbed me and pulled me in for a real kiss.

The kiss started fierce, but gradually became more passionate. I pulled away and pouted at him. He chuckled, obviously pleased with himself.

"Out." I pointed to the door. He laughs.
"I'm not a dog." I rolled my eyes. Why aren't boys normal?

"I know that. Just go." I pointed again to the door. This time it was his turn to start pouting.

"Aw come on. Can I just sleep with you?" His adorable face stopped me in my tracks. I looked at him and decided that with everything that has happened, it might not be so bad.

"Oh alright." He smiled again and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him. He settled me into the bed and, without breaking the kiss, got in with me. I pulled back and hugged him. I then whispered in his ear.

"So you've been so much sweeter than before, just so I could agree with you?" I started to pout. He looked ashamed by what he had done. He grabbed the side of my face.

"Yea I'm sorry, but I also did it because I love you and you know that...right?" I looked him in the eye and I could tell he felt bad. I nodded. I lifted my hand and caressed his cheek. I didn't want him feeling bad. I gave him a soft kiss and held him close. I sighed in content, but he must've confused it with something else because then he says, "You do love me don't you?"

I pulled back and looked at him. Something was literally wrong with him today.

"Of course I love you. Do you doubt me?" I pouted again and he shook his head.

"No it's just I thought you'd be mad because of what I keep asking you to do." I giggle and shake my head.

"You're funny. I'm not mad at you, but can we go to sleep. I don't want to be tired for school and work." A smile reappeared on Gerald's face.

I curl up against him and breath in his amazing scent; warm and sugary. I think I could get used to this. I guess.

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