WARNING: This is the first story I've ever written so it does get cringe in some parts. But I've reworked a lot of the first chapters. Critique is very much welcomed. You've been warned 😩😩
Celine gets to finally steal the attention of her childhoo...
Oh my fuck. Oh my fuck. Did that happen? Holy shit. My mind spun as I ran to my house, unable to contain my thoughts. Holy shit did he kiss me? Did we kiss? Am I imagining things? I had another dream. Maybe it was that? Nope. It felt too real. Holy fucking shit. I heard my phone ringing and saw that my dad was calling.
"Hey, C. How are you?" He sounded a bit anxious as he spoke.
"I'm great, Dad. How's your vacation? You okay?" I felt my high coming down as his tone worried me.
"It's really good. We'll be back on Wednesday; Are you sure you're okay?"
"Dad, what's going on?" I sat down in the living room, nervously picking at my nails.
"Ah, you know me too well. I asked the Choi's if it'd be okay if you could stay with them since we were staying a bit longer than expected. We haven't talked in a while, so, I'm a little concerned," I heard him take a deep breath, "But you're okay, right?"
"Yes, I'm okay," I laughed, "I just got busy with school and stuff so I didn't call. I'm sorry; I'll call more often."
"Okay, C. Please do me a favor and stay with them until we get back?" I could hear him pacing as he spoke.
"Dad, I'm fine."
"Celine, please?"
"Okay, okay. I'll stay, don't worry."
"Thank you," I heard him sigh, "Isn't it 7:15, right now? You'll be late!"
"Cool, I'll call you later. Love you."
"Love you, too," As soon as he hung up, I raced up the stairs to get ready, knowing I would be late.
As I undressed from my skimpy pj's, courtesy of Lydia, I noticed a mark on my neck. Noah. I brushed over the area, reminiscing on his lips. They were so full, so soft. His little pecks along my neck sent electricity throughout my body, every single one bringing me to life. My first kiss. I could kiss him forever. As that thought flew out my head, panic set in. Why am I getting so attached? Hell, no. He's just a little crush; just a boy whose attractive. I don't even really know him.
I realized a few moments later that I'd have to cover it up and searched through my clothes for something pretty. I settled on a cropped halter top that barely covered it, with matching arm warmers and gray cargo pants.
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After finishing my hair and makeup, I grabbed my bag and shoved my feet into my shoes, rushing out my door. When I got to the porch, I realized that I could relax and that I was on time. I looked over to Noah's house, finding him sitting on his steps, waiting. I watched as he waved at me, wearing a gray hoodie and blue jeans. I pretended to not notice him and sped to my bike. I put in my keys and attempted to start it but it refused to listen.
