What Goes Down

Kiss Me

This chapter I have decided to deciate to my Mum wh is always there when I need her to talk me out of being stupid. She used to have a cat but my dad is allergic.

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An hour later we were finished for the night. I silently hobbled to Josh's car on my crutches and clambered in. We made our usual small talk during the short car trip.

"Right here is your stop," Josh announced.

"Yep," I agreed even though not agreeing would be to lie, which I didn't do under most circumstances.

"You need a hand?" He asked.

"I think I might with the stairs, since you insisted on crutches," I nervously asked.

"Come on then," we walked in his case, hopped in mine over to the block front door. I fiddled around with the keys and unlocked the door. "How do we do this?"

"Hold my crutch I'll hop," I said.

"Why did you need my help then?"

"So I didn't loose my crutch," I explained as if it was the simplest thing in the world. I started to hop up the stairs when I suddenly felt my weight being thrown over a shoulder and running up the stairs.

"Sorry but I would be here all night if I let you hop the entire 3 flights of stairs," he breathed out. I knew why he was running out of breath. I was not exactly light. We quickly made it up the stairs and I unlocked the door to my tiny apartment.

"Do you want a drink or something before you head home?" I casually asked.

"What do you have?"

"Well, sorry but there is no alcohol but I do believe I have some coke at the back of the cupboard. If not there is tea and water."

"I wouldn't mind the coke," he requested.

"No problem," I hoisted myself up onto the counter top next to the cupboard opened the door and reached for the coke.

"Why didn't you just ask for me to reach it?" He queried.

"I'm too independent for my own good," I got off the surface I was sat on and bent over to get two glasses from the cupboard next to my oven which was yet to be properly used. I poured one glass and then another. I saw that there was only a little bit left in the 2 litre bottle so I downed the rest. While balanced on one foot I twirled around to hand him the glass then limped to my couch with my glass.

"So this is where the great Mary-Jayne Smith lives. Nice place," Josh commented.

"Thanks. This is my home. Although I only really sleep and eat here now. The furniture was my mothers back in my childhood home."

"It is really nice. I like the way nothing matches,"

"What would you know on matching furniture?"

"Well, my mom insisted the all of the furniture in one room came from the same set of looked like it did. Hell, she still does, in my own flat. A flat that has nothing to do with her," he joked. I softly laughed. "You're really pretty when you genuinely laugh."

"Shut up. I'm not pretty. Period."

"You are."

"Not. One minute I will put some music on I can't focus without background noise."

"You are pretty."

"If I am so pretty then why haven't I had a boyfriend since I was 12."

"You think with your head and not with your genitals," he light-heartedly joked. I sniggered.

"Even so. As some people regularly point out I am 16. I am meant to be ruled by my hormones. Not always being headstrong and focused."

"Well, when we first met you were timid and had a lack real confidence, and said you were odd. Maybe this is another example of how you are amazing individual."

"I am not amazing and I am not individual just a little freak of nature."

"How you ever listened to yourself? You show your passions. That is not freaky. And nature made you who you are."

"A typical 16 years old girl doesn't show her passion but suffers in silence."

"Who fed you that crap?"

"My very ancient history teacher back home."

"Was she born in the Victorian era then?"

"Probably. She looked like she was born in the stone ages and should be a little fossil."

"So it would probably be safe to say that she was brought up to believe in the sexist pigs way back when? I find your passion quite epic," Josh concluded.

"Okay, I don't agree but I can't be bothered to argue right now," I submitted, "any way you know how earlier you said that you call me kid to remind yourself that I am 6 years younger," he nodded. Curiosity was sprawled across his face, "why do you need to remind yourself?"

"Do I have to answer?"

"You don't have to, but I would appreciate it if you did. I am curious by nature you know," I replied to his reply of my question.

"I will go into it but not tonight," he sighed.

"Why not?"

"I have to find the right way to phrase it. Sorry, Jayne, but it ain't something that can just be blurted out. I have to get going soon any way."

"Okay. Can you do one last thing though?"

"Depends what."

"Kiss me."

"What? Jayne I can't kiss you. It would be wrong. Cradle robbing even."

"Look. I have made it quite clear that I want to give into my hormones even to the smallest degree. So kiss me?"

"Goodnight, Jayne," the older and taller human dismissed, "I'll see you in the morning."

"Wait. Morning?" It was Thursday. I had school in the morning.

"Yeah, I am picking you up because we as a band have a meeting with someone who wants to be our manager. Did Jake tell you?"

"Does it look like I was told?"

"Apparently not,"

"What time are you meeting me then?" I asked trying to keep the shock out of my voice,"

"9-ish. Meet me outside, night," he said on his way out of my front door.

"Night Josh," I all but mouthed embarrassed at my asking him to kiss me. How could I have been so stupid?