I am. I am. I am. -- Chapter One: Move

Chapter 17: Parameters.

I was still in shock. We walked up and down the aisles silently.

I watch as Niall threw a lot of almost everything in the cart.

"You are upset?" He glanced over at me.

"No I," I sighed, "I just don't understand how they only picked negatives out of the situation. Can people not go out and have a drink and dance with their friends without it being judged as wreckless behavior?"

"I don't know many people who kiss their friends, or wear their clothes." He gestured to the baggy robes I was dressed in.

I had hurt his feelings. I started to panic. We had not bothered to label us, which was fine for the time being.

"That is what we are, right? I mean we never really defined our parameters and . . " He leaned over and kissed me.

"That was a rather nice way to be told shut up." I swooned a bit. Every time he kissed me I grew weak in the knees.

"What do you want us to be?" He asked cautiously.

"I want us to be," I played with my fingers and stared blankly at the floor; I was at a loss for words. "I like the thought of us being together." I said stupidly.

"Are we?" He questioned.

"I guess we are. " I smiled like an idiot.

I was his girlfriend. That was the first time a guy wanted to be in a relationship with me.

I was happy, but worried. I knew a label wasn't normal when it came to him. There were going to be a ton of angry girls. .

I tried to shake the thought.