Weeks later we still loved each other, more than ever, actually. People were jealous of us, no doubt. I loved every bit of Anthony, nothing would change that. I would’ve said that I loved him forever, but that word is a curse. I had seen “I love you forever” relationships end in a few months’ time, days even. I would never have cursed our relationship with such words! I had told him that, too. He happily agreed to my argument against “forever.” Our relationship could’ve been the best that had ever came to be. So much love and passion for one another and we had never went further than a kiss. I was content with how our relationship was going, ecstatic actually.
I awakened from my reminiscing of the memory of my first kiss by an unexpected knock on my door. I ran from my room, down the hallway, and straight to the front door that resided in my living room. I peeped nonchalantly out of the peephole and saw Tyler. I instantly smiled and opened the door for him. I nearly tackled him in a hug (but he is too heavy and strong to be knocked down by me) as he laughed at me. I tried to hug him tighter to, maybe, make him lose his breath. Of course, I failed and he countered my attempt. When I was no longer able to receive air into my lungs I began hitting him as hard as possible on the back. Finally, he let go.
“Is someone happy to see me?” He winked and chuckled playfully.
“Well, of course I am! I love you and I haven’t seen you in...” I cut myself off mid-sentence and ran into my house. He followed me and closed the door behind him as I looked at the calendar. “I haven’t seen you in, like, five days!”
“It’s your fault, little Sophie,” I tried to interrupt him to say that I wasn’t little but he continued on. “You were the one spending every day snuggled up with your little boyfriend from dawn til dusk.”
I gaped at him. “I don’t snuggle with Anthony all day! Yeah, we, kind of, cuddle, but it’s nothing more, just short and sweet. You’re just jealous because you don’t have anyone to cuddle with!”
He shook his head, but I saw the truth written in his face. He did want someone to cuddle, sucks for him. “I’m not jealous, you’re jealous. You’re jealous because you’re not single and free like me.” He winked.
I gaped at him once more and shook my head fiercely. I was notjealous of him. I gave him the most serious look that I could muster. “Tyler, I love you, but you need to understand. I love Anthony! I never want to break up with him, so I’m not jealous of you! If anything you’re jealous of my relationship!” He was just trying to provoke me, and it worked.
He patted my head. “It’s okay, jealousy happens to the best of us.” I scowled.
I stayed silent for a moment, thinking of a way to win, then it hit me. “No, I’m not jealous of you, but you’re jealous of Anthony because he’s dating me!”
That seemed to catch him off guard. Mission accomplished. He stood still, shocked, before composing himself and sitting on my couch. I tried to hide my smirk at his reaction as I sat down on the other side of the couch. No doubt he was thinking hard for a comeback.
Finally, something in his brain clicked.
“Yeah, I’m so jealous of Anthony walking around, holding your hand, sharing secrets... It’s like you’re eight year old best friends or something. I bet you haven’t even kissed him or said ‘I love you’ to him yet.” He smirked and looked pleased with himself, but he was wrong.
“Actually, I’m sorry that I hadn’t told you earlier, it makes me feel like a bad best friend for not telling you, but weeks ago, approximately three, Anthony and I kissed,” I blushed, “And afterwards, I told him that I loved him, and he said it back.”
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Ficção AdolescenteI was sitting beside him, at his feet, while he stood against the apartment building that he lived in. I love him oh, so, very much. We had been going out for several months that seemed to fly by, yes, but I knew I loved him. I didn't see why he had...
