Never Knew We Needed You

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Okay you guys, update schedule. Look for new chapters every Tuesday and Saturday. I have a lot written, so this will work better. Anyone besides the one consistent reader on my x reader, sorry, I might slow that down. Anyways, enjoy!

"Mom, I'm not coming home this weekend, it's just too far, I hope you understand. Love you, see you soon!"
I hang up and rush into the cab. I left a message, for once she didn't pick up. Mark was inviting me out to go a club with his friends. I've never been to a high school party, let alone a night club. I was a bit nervous, but still excited. I had been hanging out with Mark for about two weeks now. I haven't mentioned that he was the first guy I had dates, let alone that I'm a virgin. It hasn't come up yet, but I'm worried it will soon. I adjust my hair looking at the mirror in my makeup bag. I had also bought makeup when I came here, I was never allowed to wear it, growing up. The outfit I'm wearing never would've flown with my parents, either. I'm wearing a tight blue crop top and a white skater skirt. Along with a low high heel, for once I feel my age. Mark hasn't officially asked me to be his girlfriend, but I hope he does. He's so funny and nice, and he seems to really like me.

"Paige!" Mark greets me with a hug, and grabs both of my hands to look at me.
"Well look who's all grown up," he teases me. I playfully shove him, and he calls his friends over so I can meet them.
"Matt, Ryan, this is Paige. Paige, this is Ryan and Matt."
I shake their hands and smile.
"So you're the girl that Mark can't shut up about," Ryan says, laughing. Mark punches him, blushing a little bit.
"Yeah, you're the first girl he's dated in ages," Matt whispers loudly. Mark just rolls his eyes.
"Want to dance?" Mark offers me his hand and I take it nervously. We start dancing normally when the DJ starts playing S.O.S by Rihanna.
I laugh. "I remember this song from when I was a teenager." Mark smirks a bit. "Well, I was older." I roll my eyes at him, when he suddenly puts his hand on my waist. I flinch just enough for him to notice.
"Sorry," he says quickly, pulling his hand away. I pull his hand back to my waist without thinking, and I blush furiously. He just smiles in what I can only hope is mock sexiness. I let his strong hands wrap around my bare waist on and off as we dance. I sway my hips a bit, and I start yelling at myself in my head. Paige, what on earth are you doing? Dancing with a guy like this?! I push the thought from my head and keep dancing.

We stand around for a bit afterwards, when I get scared he'll ask me to drink with him. I promised myself that I'd never mix in with that stuff. At one point he does.
"So, do you want me to get you something to drink? I mean, I can't drink, but that shouldn't stop you."
Relief floods through me.
"No, I can drink, but it's really never appealed to me," I say. He smiles brightly. Of course I don't ask him why he can't drink. His friends leave a bit after.
I yawn and check the time. Midnight.
"Uh, Mark, I think I'm going to head out."
"Wanna walk for a bit?" He looks at me with the same smile he greeted me with when we met. I smile and slide my hand into his as we leave.

We walk around the city in peaceful silence until I shiver from cold. He, without a word, unzips his hoodie and drapes it over my shoulders. A cheesy romantic move I've secretly always wanted pulled on me. I pull it on more securely, and he puts his arm around my shoulders.
"Paige, will you be my girlfriend?" He looks at me lovingly. I start to breathe heavily, this was the opposite of a panic attack, but just as alarming.
"Mark, I have to be honest. I've never had a boyfriend before." I stare at my feet, with what can only be shame on my face, for some strange reason. He takes my face in his hands.
"I don't care," he whispers, shaking his head. His eyebrows crease with what I think is love. I've seen my brothers look at their girlfriends this way.
When he moves his face closer to mine, I feel myself freeze, not wanting to move closer, definitely not wanting to move away. When his lips touch mine, I melt into him. I've never kissed anyone before, but it seems so natural. I let my fingers move to his hair, and run them through the adorable blue fluff. His hands are on the small of my back, holding me closer to him. We pull away for a second. He kisses my nose, and this time it's me who leans in.
As first kisses go, this one was amazing. The way his lips managed to perfectly fit on mine. Then I pull away, and rest my curled fingers on his chest.
"Wow," I whisper.
"Was that the first time you've kissed someone?" He asks. I nod, embarrassed.
"Well, believe me, that was one of the best kisses I've had in my life."
I get into a cab, and sink back into the seat. I never imagined dating a guy I ran into on the street, but I'm so glad I met him. Now he's my boyfriend, I guess. I shudder when I think of my parents, and check my phone. I see about twenty missed calls and forty texts of complaints. For once, I ignore them. This isn't what being an adult was, going partying and shutting your family out. That's what high school is for. I'm finally getting a taste of that, and I like it.