Flash your green eyes

CHAPTER 5

TAYLORS P.O.V

He walks up to me and pulls me just outside the door.

"Wanna kiss?"

I sigh.

"Adam, don't do that again, it wasn't funny and-"

He cuts me off by gently pressing his lips to mine.

"I meant for real this time," he whispers.

Wow. It's my first kiss (well technically it's my second since he stopped kissing me before to talk to me but that kiss was so short it didn't count) and all of the tales about True Love's First Kiss run through my head.

This kiss is so beautiful.

It's perfect.

He pulls away slowly.

"I..I-I really like you Taylor...do you...do you think...do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

I stare at him.

There's a silence.

Finally I speak.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

He grins.

"Ok, then, girlfriend, let's go get some lunch."

Adam, wait!" I call.

He turns around.

"Yeah?"

I stand on my tippy toes and kiss him softly, because it feels so good.

"You're beautiful, Taylor," he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

I blush and look down. I never know what to say when someone compliments me. I normally end up saying something stupid like 'happy birthday' or whatever.

"Adam?"

"Yeah?"

"You keep saying yeah."

"You keep saying Adam."

"I'm hungry," I whisper.

He laughs.

"Oh Taylor, my holidays would be so boring without you."

I grin.

"I know. Now let's get some food!"

When our tummies are finally full with food, I decide to bring Adam back to the hotel to meet my parents since it's nearly 12 and I have to go back soon anyway.

"Uh, Taylor, do you really think that's a good idea?"

"Yeah... Why wouldn't it be?"

"Uh...well... You said your parents weren't happy when you told them you were out with me... Do you think they're gonna like me?"

My face falls.

"Well... It doesn't really matter does it? You're my boyfriend now, they'll just have to deal with it."

"Yeah, but Taylor, we've only known each other for two days, what're the chances they're gonna believe I'm your boyfriend after two days?"

"Adam, they're just my parents. I don't really care what they think and neither should you. I just want them to meet you so they can see that your not a rude, selfless player like they think you are."

"They think I'm a rude, selfless player?"

"Probably. They think every teenage boy is a rude, selfless player. Apart from my brother. My brother's an angel. Apparently."