The Final Base

Freeing Feelings

"Are you a cheerleader or a track star," Logan said once he caught up to Tinsely. He caught hold of her arm to stop her from taking another step. "You're a lot faster than you look," he joked. But when her face remained blanks he cleared his throat. "Are you ok?" he took a step closer, voice laced with concern.

"Why does it matter?" Tinsely asked. "Secret's out. This is the part where you act like I don't exist. I'm just the one in a million girls who fell for Logan Dasilva's charm and good looks. And I hate myself everyday for it because I don't want to be another bunny in the bracket."

"Nice rhyme," he chuckled. With an annoyed look Tinsley started to pull away. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry. I'm not good at these things. Ty's the-"

"Would you stop doing that," she caught off. "I hate it when you compare yourself to him. You two may share the same face but you're the one I like." her face softened as she hugged herself, avoiding eye contact. "I've liked you since we were fifteen, on that camping trip for school. We all got our own little s'mores kit but Kyle Kent and his buddies stole mine. And that's when you came up and threatened to knock their teeth out." she heard him let out a low chuckle. Just the sound made it hard not to look up at him and smile. "You were the first one to hit their growth spurt so you pretty much towered over them. But Kyle was stubborn so he threw my baggie in the fire. You said I could share yours."

"You ended up burnin' most of yours. You were tying off friendship bracelets with Riley that you didn't notice your marshmallow had slipped and caught on fire." he stuffed his hands in his pockets, rocking on his feet. "You gave me this on on the bus ride home." pulling out his keys he held it in the palm of his hand, showing off the faded and slightly frayed bracelet.

"You still have it?" she whispered.

"I couldn't part with it," he admitted. "And for the record, I may have liked you since we were fifteen too...I just wasn't really sure what it was I was feeling. For you that is."

"And now?"

"I've been fighting it off every since that night in your room when we almost kissed."

"So what's stopping you?"

"Stopping what exactly?"

"From doing this." without another word Tinsely closed the gap between them. Bracing her hands on his broad shoulders and leaning up on her toes she pressed her lips against his. In an instant he cupped her face, kissing back with twice the force as he backed her against the wall. They were in the middle of the hallway for crying out loud. Anyone could walk by and see them. But Tinsely couldn't find it in herself to give a flying care. She's been dreaming about this moment for years. Wondering what it would be like to feel his body pressed against hers. It was everything and more. She could feel every little ridge of his muscles, the callous on his hands scraped against her skin as he gently held her face.

Wanting this moment to last forever but also needing air, she pulled back, keeping her eyes focused on his t-shirt. Until he lifted her head. Deep brown eyes meeting her crystal blues. Something fluttered in her heart. The flood gates were wide open. There was no coming back from this without getting burned. "If you're gonna break my heart, do it now."

"I don't plan on it princess."

"Which part? Doing it now or breaking my heart."

"Neither. You've always been in my life Tins, I can't let you go."

"So what does this mean."

"For starters I want to kiss you again. And secondly...I think I owe you a few dates."

"You're not scared of my dad?"

"I know how to take a hit, don't worry your pretty head over it."

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