Serena's Point of View:
I cleaned up our dishes after breakfast. Zane had gone to take a shower. As I washed the dishes I ran my hands under the water, feeling the steady unchanging pressure. I hoped it would never stray from what it had become.
I dried the dishes and put them away. I felt the steam from the shower float around the bend of the hallway and fog up the mirror. I traced my finger along the flat silver edge and drew a few hearts.
I walked down the hall and quietly opened the bathroom door. I stepped into the foggy room undetected. I pulled off Zane's shirt that I had been wearing and tossed it on the ground along with my bra and panties.
"Zaneee?" I called playfully.
"What is it?" He responded.
"I have a suprise for you," I giggled.
"Hrmmm?"
I slid open the shower door and grabbed him from behind.
"Gotcha!" I announced.
He turned around and hugged me back.
"Oh hey," He said.
He kissed me. I pulled him into a deeper kiss and licked along his bottom lip. He opened his mouth and bit my lip. i shivered.
There was no space for water to run between us; we were held together so tight.
His kisses moved down to my neck and he left me a hickey. His kiss returned to my lips and I felt him smirk through the kiss. So I pulled away from him and stepped out of the shower with a sly smile on my face.
He turned off the water and ran after me.
"Serena! I wasn't done with you yet!" He called as he chased me back upstairs to our room.
He pushed me back on the bed.
"Stop," I laughed. He was laying on top of me, kind of crushing me.
"Not yet, maybe later," He replied as he kissed me again.
His lips trailed down to my waist and back. I felt a shudder go down my spine.
I flipped us so I was on top of him.
I leaned down and gave him a hickey. When I looked up, his facial expression made me laugh. There was no way to explain it.
I gave him one quick final kiss and sat up. I got off him and put some clothes back on.
He just layed there smiling at me. What an idiot, I thought.
He finally sat up and put a pair of boxers on. Zane walked up behind me and grabbed me from around the waist. I smiled as I noticed his cutting scars were healing.
"God, I love you. I love you. I looooovvveee you." He told me, playing with the sound of his words.
I laughed and turned around to face him.
"I looooovvveee you too!"
I gave him a quick kiss and sat down on the bed. He sat down next to me and laid back.
"I never finished my shower, you know." Zane noted.
"Yeah, and?" I questioned him.
"I'm gonna go finish taking a shower now,"
He offered me a sweet smile and left the room.
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Zane's Point of View:
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Roses are Red
Teen FictionMeet Zane Collins. He's 17, emo, and in love with the girl of his dreams. Meet Serena Marns. She's also 17, and Curbans high school's head cheerleader. So what happens when a red rose crosses their paths?