Not Good Enough for the Truth in Cliche

3-The Kiss

~Kaitlyn's pov~

I walked into his room and sat on his futon. They had a pretty decent sized house, and since ronnie's brother Anthony had already moved out, Ronnie has lots of things as an only child. He has both a futon and a bed, im guessing for sleepovers.

"Ronnie, I need to talk to you."

"Of course, anything."

"This is a little awkward for me to tell you this since you're kind of like a brother to me.. but-"

"You're on your period??" He interrupted.

"Wow ronnie you're so childish I can't believe I was actually gonna tell you what I was. Just forget it, good night." I got up and started to walk out the door.

"Nooo don't leave! He said, grabbing my arm.

"Why, you probably don't even feel the same wa-"... oops I said too much.

I froze there. No, not because of what I almost said, because ronnie was kissing me.

It was like all the weight on my shoulders was lifted and I was in the right arms now. My father was never the right arms to be holding me, but it's ronnie that should be holding me. I felt safe, with the person I love.

I began kissing back, after 2 seconds in. I closed the door back and one of his hands were on my waist and the other on my hip. I was really enjoying this.

We stopped and look into each other's eyes.

"I love you kaitlyn."

"I love you too ronnie."

We kissed again and then moved back onto the futon. "How come you never told me you like me before? I've always had a crush on you." I said.

"Well, remember that day at the railroad when we met those bigger kids and we're trying to be cool, so we played truth or dare with them. And then the leader of the group dared us to kiss?"

I smiled and looked down at our hands, which I didn't even notice were holding each other's. "Yeah."

"Well ever since then, 3 years ago, I couldn't stop thinking about how much I love you. And I was scared that you didn't feel the same way."

He started to blush. Aww so cute.

"Well, we have had some good ass memories." I said while grinning. "Remember that time when I was like 8 and I cussed out that bully for pulling your hair and calling you gay?"

"Don't remind me of that! I cut my hair because of that asshole!"

"Yeah, and I was trying to stop you from cutting it but you didn't listen to me because the bully told you that I was controlling you?" I looked deeper into his eyes. "He convinced you so good that you wouldn't talk to me for a month! I had to act like I didn't care before you came begging for me back again!" I said while laughing.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I just wanted to be cool back then. But you taught me that there's no need to be like anybody else because we have each other and we don't need anybody else."

"Yep." I replied. We then started to lean in again to kiss. This was the happiest moment of my life.