I grab Brad's hand and lead him to my bedroom, smiling as I open the wooden door.
He throws himself on my bed, and waits for me.
"Don't look; I gotta change into my pajamas." I blush.
"Ugh, I'll think about it." He smirks. "I'll think about it." He repeats.
Facing away from Brad, I pull off my shirt and pants, then undo the clips on my bra.
I reach for my pajamas, which I placed on the top of my dresser, but they weren't there.
Before I could connect the dots, Brad begins to chuckle at me, and I glance at him.
I fold my arms over my boobs, and turn to face him. "Give me my pajamas, Brad."
"You gotta come get them." He laughs, and I start to laugh.
"Brad, I'm serious. Give me them. I need my pajamas."
He shakes his head, and places the pajamas on the other side of him.
I roll my eyes, "All right," I plop in the bed, still facing away from Brad. "I'll just go to sleep like this."
Brad makes an 'mph' sound, but I could still feel him smiling.
I only had underwear on, but the covers almost completely cover me up.
I could feel Brad sink in the bed, then, to my surprise, places his freezing arm over my waist.
Without me even realizing, my back was already leaning against him, and I was smiling.
He buries his face in the crease of my neck, and says, "I love you, Maddie."
I blush, "I love you too, Brad." I turn to face him, and kiss him.
He places both hands on my hips, as we kiss.
I run my fingers through his hair, then place them around his neck.
"Brad," I pull back. "W-we need to stop." I say, out of breath
His eyes flutter open. "Why?"
"J-just because I'm not ready." I say." He nods his head. "I- I understand."
"Goodnight." I say as I kiss him again. "Goodnight, babe." He says.
~
The morning came faster than I expected.
I'm blinded by the sunlight shining through my window, and the dust floats around the room.
"Brad," I say in a morning voice. "We need to get up."
He moves his hand away from my waist, and sits up. I follow suit and sit up.
Brad kisses my cheek and I throw the covers off of me, and stand up.
"Um, Maddie," Brad says. "You're not wearing anything but your underwear."
I blush from embarrassment and rush to my drawers, and pull out my daily clothes.
After I fully dress into a plane ride outfit, which is leggings and a green crop top, I slip on my flip flops.
I apply two coats of mascara, nude lipgloss, and eyeliner on my lower waterline.
"Ready?" Brad asks from the kitchen. I grab my luggage and open the door. "Yeah."
I trudge to the kitchen with my rolling suitcase in one hand, and my carry-ons in my other hand.
He makes his way towards me, and kisses me on the lips.
I laugh as he pulls away. "What?" He asks.
"You have a little lip gloss on your lips now. Here," I rub the pad of my thumb over his lips, swiping off any lipgloss.
"Come on, and let's drive to the air port." He tugs on my other hand, and I follow him.
Brad, being a gentleman, places my bags in the trunk for me, then opens my car door for me to get in.
~
After bordering on the plane, Brad and I sit in the very back, in the blue, uncomfortable seats.
I plug my earphones in and play 'This Is War' by Emily Kinney.
Brad grabs my hand as I tense because of the plane taking off, off of the runway.
Lucky for me, I got the window seat.
I watch as the ground below us become smaller and smaller, until I could barely make out what was a house and what was a shopping mall.
"Wake me up when the plane lands." I say.
"I will. I promise." Brad assures me.
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The Shy Girl
Teen FictionMaddie, a girl who doesn't have many friends and is very shy, finds out that eleventh grade is much harder than what she expected. The test are harder, boys got hotter, and the teachers are more strict. She was hoping that she would get away from Mr...