Just Friends

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Pov Meri

"Mom, I'm going!" I shout.

I hoist my bag over my shoulder and start to walk out the door.

"Oh wait Meri, I completely forgot to say that," says Mom.

I turn around and look at her questioningly.

"I'll be in Amsterdam for work for the rest of the week. Uncle Tom and Aunt Tina will stay here for a while. Just for the meantime," she explains.

"point 1: I don't need a babysitter. Point 2: sure, I'll see you again on Sunday," I chuckle.

I press a kiss on her cheek and this time actually walk to my car. Off to school? The best part of the day...

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I park my car in the school parking lot. When I want to get out I notice that I have chosen the wrong place. Namely right next to Dylan's car. Sage and Dylan are kissing in the car.

Eurgh, she sees that... it's not even a him anymore.

I quickly get out and walk away. I see Bertha standing on the schoolyard. My smile is growing bigger by the second. She has earphones in and is dancing a bit. Old school moves, eh?

Some look at her a bit strangely. I like it. I walk over from behind her. She doesn't hear me coming. I wrap my arms around her waist from behind. A startled cry comes from her mouth.

She looks back quickly and her eyes catch mine.

"Meri!" she shouts in shock and slaps my shoulder.

I chuckle and press a kiss to her lips. She holds the kiss and wraps her arms around my neck. She's all mine. What did I do to deserve her then?

The bell rings, but we don't care. This moment...

I don't know what it is, but this moment is too special to just walk away through a bell like that.

I press a trail of kisses on Bertha's shoulder and down to her neck. In one place she gets goosebumps and a spontaneous moan comes from her mouth; I'm starting to gray.

"Shall we go somewhere quiet?" I whisper in Bertha's ear.

"What? Here at school? Crazy!" she laughs.

She keeps looking at me.

"You mean it," she says as she drowns deeper in my eyes and I sink deeper into hers.

She smiles and nods. She presses a short kiss on my lips.

Everyone is now in class. We sneak past the janitor to the broom cupboard. Not the most logical place, but hey, who cares. It's not like I've never been here. Often enough.

No, not that dirty, people think!

With Sage. This was our best friends meeting loft. I remember those meetings like it was yesterday.

My thoughts are disturbed by Bertha pressing her lips softly to mine. I click on the lamp and quickly place the broom behind the door handle. I put my hands on Bertha's hips. She puts her arms around my neck. I slowly come closer and my lips touch hers again. They move quietly towards each other without haste. Her hands go to my hair, where she pulls gently.

A moan escapes my mouth. I can't stand it when someone does that at a time like that. Bertha chuckles softly. Her beautiful smile.

But not as nice as Sage's.

Wait a bit. Back to the real life Meri!

I like Bertha. Really fun!

My hands slide under her shirt then in a small movement it lies on the floor.

I start placing a trail of kisses from her shoulder to her chin. She gets goosebumps again in one spot. I grin found it again.

Bertha gently pushes me off her. She pulls my shirt over my head. It lands on top of a can of paint. Romantic weather...

I push Bertha against the wall. Her face starts a little at the sudden cold of the wall. I chuckle and place my lips on hers again. I ask for permission, which I receive almost immediately.

I lift Bertha a little and she puts her legs on my hips. This time I run my hands through her hair to remove a stray strand of hair from her face.

Bertha runs her hands over my six-pack. Block by block.

I press my lips to hers again. She chuckles a bit.

I startle. There's loud banging on the door and shouting from the other side of the door. The door handle goes up and down violently.

Oh oh..

Oh well, I can't go anywhere now anyway.

As if that wasn't embarrassing enough at such a moment.

The broom slips and falls over...

I heard it again. The door flies open and the director and an angry janitor stand in the doorway.

A startled cry sounds from Bertha's mouth. I feel two narrow hands on my shoulders as she quickly takes cover behind me.

"What is this!" the director bellows.

"Pretty obvious to me," I mumble and raise my eyebrows.

"Now to my office!" he shouts.

"But sir," Bertha says softly and points to our clothes on the floor and on the paint can.

He rolls his eyes.

"In five minutes then!" he sighs and stomps forward.

I quickly pick up our shirts and give Bertha's to her. Her cheeks are as red as can be. I understand that too. This is also just plain embarrassing.

"Just hurry," the caretaker growls.

I pull my shirt over my head and look at Bertha. She's ready too. As we walk past the concierge, I can still hear him mumbling.

"The youth of today too. Tss,"

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