The Difference - Christian Leave

Fourteen

I really do walk everyday.

Me: *gasp* I'm leaving my house

Christian: me too, what a coincidence

Christian: and don't give me that attitude

Me: thought you might be

The doorbell rang five minutes later. I pulled on my jacket and opened the door. He wasn't standing there. I walked into the yard a little bit and looked around. Something flashed near the bush and then I was smooshed into the ground. It was wet.

"CHRISTIAN! I swear," I said, laughing too hard to finish. He was giggling like a little girl. I loved hearing him laugh so much. He had tackled me from behind, so I was laying on my stomach. I almost couldn't breathe he was so heavy.

"You see, that could've been anybody," he said, finally getting off me.

"Yes, but thankfully it was just the neighborhood goofball," I said, standing up and attempting to brush myself off.

"Oh, come on. It was pretty funny," he said, gripping my shoulder.

"I already told you that you're funny, now you're just getting desperate," I said, raising my eyebrows to tease him. He just shook his head, smiling.

We walked over to the forest, talking about music. This seems like some sort of cheesy movie. What happened to the days I had never had a real conversation with a guy?

It was still pretty cold outside. The leaves were pretty colors, and the sun was just setting. It sent golden light low through the tress.

"You actually like One Direction?" I asked. I had never heard a male admit to that.

"Yes, I do, okay? What are you, pretentious? You know you secretly listen to Drag Me Down," he said, flipping his hair. I put my hands in front of me, and shrugged.

"I never said I don't listen to them. Boys just usually seem to hate them," I said. He was wearing another cuddly sweater that me want to snuggle.

"Only uncool people hate them," he said, frowning.

"Uncool people, what are you, 12?" I asked. I needed to stop teasing him.

"You are so mean to me," Christian said, starting to pout. He kicked the ground, sending leaves up in the air. That made me sad. I started to panic. I stopped walking. I grabbed the sides of his arms and turned him toward me. His eyes widened.

I leaned closer to his face. And then I kissed him. His lips are so soft.

I don't know what I was thinking. He just stood there. I pulled away quickly and backed up. He was just staring at me.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did that. I felt bad, I'm sorry for making fun of you," I said. He started to walk towards me. I'm so stupid. So I ran away. Like a child. Towards my house. Why do I always make things so complicated? I had a friend and now I ruined it.

I got to my house and walked slowly to my bedroom. I fell down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I smacked myself in the head several times. The doorbell rang. Of course Christian would want to talk to me. I don't want to hear it. I shouldn't ignore him.

I opened the door. There stood breathless Christian. His blonde hair even messier than before, and slightly sweaty. He smiled at me. He's not upset with me?

"Hey, we didn't finish," he said. I squinted at him.

"Wha-" He stepped through the threshold, grabbed the sides of my face, and pressed his lips into mine. Kdskkdk what the heck? I was again reminded of how rough his hands were and how soft his lips were. I smiled into the kiss. So did he. He tucked my hair behind my ears and pulled away. He smirked and ran his thumb over my bottom lip.

"I forgive you for making fun of me," he said, now running his thumb over my cheek. "It's kinda cute though, don't stop," he laughed.

"Uh, ok," I said. "I'm sorry that I'm not very good at that sort of thing, I've never..." I said, drawing my eyebrows together. Christian stumbled slightly, and slipped his one hand down to my waist. He laughed harder.

"You were fine, better than fine actually. Your innocence is refreshing," he said, still smiling. I've kissed those lips. "I've wanted to do that for so long." He nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck, hugging me.

"You did?" I said, surprised. This was not how I expected the day to turn turn out. Oh, crap, my mom comes home tomorrow. But I still couldn't stop smiling.

"You smell so good, Josephine," he said. His voice vibrated through my skin and I shivered.

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