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𝐗. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩?

I'm laying in bed staring at my dog asleep on the floor and it's 1 a.m. All I can think about is Jeremiah and that day. The first kiss replays in my head over and over again. Taylor's tips worked so fast that I'm not even going to need them anymore. I want to tell Belly so bad but I haven't told her - or anyone actually. Me and Jeremiah aren't dating so I'm scared that was a 1 time thing. Or what if Jeremiah doesn't want anyone knowing. I feel like I'm betraying my mom by not telling her about me and Jeremiah though. I always tell her everything; except this. Should I tell her?

It's been 4 days since what happened at the country club. Jeremiah hasn't texted me since but I haven't texted him either. Am I supposed to text first? I'm too scared to. What am I supposed to say? "Hey thanks for the hot makeout maybe we should date now!" Like what? I've never done something like that before. But I can't stop thinking about him. Speaking of Jeremiah, I just received the first text from him in 4 days.

hey are you up

yess

let me in

what?

i'm outside
read 1:47 a.m.

I put my phone down and run to my window. Sure enough Jeremiah is standing on the ground outside my window. Why is he like this? I struggle to unlock my window because of my cast but when I finally do I open the window and yell down. "How are you gonna get up here?" I ask him. "I'll figure it out!" he says. I take a step back and in about 30 seconds he's crawling inside my window.

"Why are you here?" I ask him. "What am I not welcome?" he responds as he sits on my bed. I sit beside him. "You haven't texted me," I say looking down. "You didn't text me either," he says looking at me but I don't look back. It's silent for a second. "I was scared Lily," he says. I look at him. "I was scared you regretted it, and that you only did it because of the things you said at the party," he says. "I did it because I wanted to Jeremiah," I say. "I like you. Like a lot. And I don't know why," I tell him. "Hey that last part was a little rude," he laughs.

I shove him with my shoulder. "I just mean, I don't even know you that well. I don't know why I think about you so much," I say. "Then know me," he responds. "What?" I say. "What's your favorite color?" he asks. "Blue." I respond. "Okay now ask me something," he says. "What's your favorite color?" I ask him. "Okay well your not supposed to repeat the question I ask," he says and I laugh. "Okay what's your favorite movie?" I ask. "Fight Club. What's your dream job?" he asks me. I have to think about that one for a second. "An author," I respond. "Why that?" he asks.

"Uhm I don't know really. I love reading and I just think it would be cool for people to enjoy my work like I do theirs," I respond. "Okay uhm. What's your favorite color?" I ask. He looks at me with a face I can't describe. "I'm sorry I'm running out of questions," I laugh. "It's okay. It's blue too," he responds. "Okay, my next question is why aren't you kissing me," he says. I look at him and close my eyes while I slowly leans towards him. Our lips connect and this kiss isn't as rough as last time. It's delicate.

We kiss a lot and he finally slips his tongue through my lips. My fingers go up to his hair and I start running them through it. His hands go to my waist. He softly pushes me backwards on my bed. His hands stay on my waist and my hand stays in his hair tugging and playing with it.

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I wake up in my bed in the morning so tired. I look at the alarm clock on my bedside table. 11 am? How late did I stay up? I turn over to grab my phone. Oh my god. Oh my god. Why is Jeremiah Fisher in my bed? Suddenly, the events from last night hit me like a truck. My mom is gonna kill me. "Jeremiah!" I try to shake him awake. "Hm?" he asks not even opening his eyes. "You have to go, my mom is gonna kill me if she finds you," I say. "She already did," he says looking at me.

"WHAT?" I say and sit up completely. "Yeah she came in here earlier. Told me to tell you she had an emergency at work," he replies calmly. "Did she seem mad?" I ask. "No, not really," he responds. How was she not mad? I mean, we didn't actually do it, last night. But any normal parent would be mad at a boy in their daughter's bed. "Uhm, okay then," I respond. "Also, you snore," he says. "No I don't," I reply embarrassed. Do I? "Yes you do, but not loud. It's cute," he says smiling. "No it's not because I don't snore," I tell him. I get up out of my bed.

i'm currently wearing an old cropped crew neck and a pair of hello kitty pajama pants. Which are so embarrassing. "So uh, are you gonna go home? Or are you planning on staying?" I ask him not knowing how to go about this. "I'll go home if you want me to," he says sitting up in my bed. "It's not that I want you to go home, do whatever you want," I say going into my bathroom. I spray my hair with detangler and brush it real quick before I start brushing my teeth.

"You look cute in the morning," he says coming into the bathroom. He's only wearing blue and white plaid pajama pants. God he's hot. "Shut up you're so corny," I say after I spit toothpaste into the sink.