My Mysterious Life; Book 1

Anthony

Riley's P.O.V.

There was a whole lot of crying and screaming, and yelling, and concerned parents when I got home. It's all over now. I fell asleep in my room with a tray of food, water, medicine, and a walkie talkie incase I needed help. When I woke up, my boyfriend, Anthony, was at the side of my bed, grazing his hands through my hair. "Riley! You're awake!" He exclaimed. "You don't know how many times in the past week I've heard that phrase." I mumbled. He ignored me. "Are you ok? Do you need anything??" He asked. "No, babe, I'm fine." I said. I sat up. I felt like taking a walk. "I wanna go outside." I said. "Ok, let's go, babe." He said excitedly. I sat up and put on a pair of spandex and a shirt that hung to low. I pulled it into a ponytail in the side of my hip. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and put my solid, black, flip flops on. Anthony led me out of the room by my hand. And we walked out. He led me to his house and, while he was changing into shorts, he sat me down in the kitchen. His mom walked by. "Hello Mrs.Padilla!" I said. She turned to face me. "Oh, hi, Riley!" She said. "I was just getting some orange juice. Going on a walk?" "Yes. Anthony and I decided to take a walk in your garden." I said. "Ok, have fun you two!" She said and left the kitchen. "Ready?" Said Anthony. "Let's go." I said.

About 5 minutes into the walk, I asked him. "How long have we been dating, babe?" "About 1 year, 2 months, 3 weeks, 1 day, 5 hours, 20 minutes, and 6 seconds. 7-8-9-10-11-12-13 seconds." He said. "Ok, you can stop now." I said giggling. I took my shoes off and did a backflip into the nearest tree. Anthony did the same except to the tree next to it. That's one of the many traits I love about him, he takes gymnastics as seriously as I do. I stood up on the branch and slowly inched my way along until the end where I could reach his tree. Anthony reached out to give me support. I did a cartwheel and a front-flip. To land in his arms. He cradled me like a baby. I looked up into his eyes and he looked down into mine. "I love you." I was shocked when he said that. We had never said the L word to each other before. But before I could say anything, he put his lips onto mine into a kiss. It took me a couple seconds but, I started to move along. Our lips moved in symphony until it turned into a French kiss. When we wrapped each other's tongues around each other. We stopped for a second and he lowered me down onto the bench below. I sat there. In silence, he took me back to his house. We went into his room, still not saying a word. He shut and locked his door, and stared at me as if waiting for something. "I love you too." I said. As soon as I said that, he shoved me up against the wall. And we started French kissing again. I sank to the floor, and he laid on top of me. Still kissing.
This is the best day of my life.