Claire
"No one can replace my Claire Caroline."
"Your such a dumbass." I say to him.
He wrinkled his freckled nose at me in disappointment.
"Okay. I'm the dumbass." He rolled his eyes.
I smiled at him. He made me so happy.
I kissed him lighty on his lips as he turned it into something else. He bit my bottom lip making me moan, and caressed my cheek with his hand.
We were on his bed, at 11:47 at night. Watching movies and talking about random shit.
"Claire. Can I tell you something?" He said breaking away from the kiss.
"Mhm. Anything." I say looking into his green eyes.
"I-I.."
"You what?" I say wanting him to say the words.
"I- need a glass of water." He said nervously and walked out if the room.
As soon as he left, I groaned.
Why couldn't he just tell me he loved me?
Is it because he really doesn't? Or he's too nervous to say so?
A minute later he comes back into the room with a box in his hand.
"What's that?" I ask curiously.
He brings it closer to me and opens in.
Inside, there are all different little pieces of paper.
I take one and open the folded thing up.
Dear Claire,
You may not ever see these, but I needed to write down why I like you so much somewhere, so here it goes.
I like you so so so much Claire. Possibly, love.
I don't know my emotions right now, especially since were in 7th grade, and I'm only 12, I don't think I'm even allowed to say love yet.
I probably don't even know what love is, but Claire, you make me feel like I do.
I know that I love you, you may not love me, but I do a lot.
-Andrew
"Andrew! What's this!" I say smiling widely.
"I, made a whole bunch of them in 7th grade when we met.. there all crap, but I thought you might want to see them." He says blushing.
I pick up another one of the papers and read it.
Dear Claire,
I couldn't give the last one to you, because you said that you liked Jimmy. I know deep down you like me, but you won't say that you do. Plus, Jimmy is a dick. You shouldn't like him. (You should like me!)
-Andrew
"I never liked Jimmy." I mumbled.
Andrew looked up at me.
"I always did like you, but was too embarrassed to tell you because I didn't think you felt the same way." I say giggling.
"Good, because Jimmy was a dick." He says laughing a bit.
"Jealous much?" I say smirking.
"Claire, that was four years ago." He rolls his eyes.
"And still jealous." I say.
He smiles and I walk over to him.
I sit on his lap facing him. "Do you still like me that much?"
He looks at me in silence and then let's out. "More."
"Claire I don't "Like" you. I love you. I am so deeply in love with you Claire. I couldn't live without you."
"Good. Because I feel the exact same way." I say.
He smiles in relief as he pulls me into a kiss.
I grab onto his neck and we both fall back on the bed.
He holds my waist and I put my hands in his messy blonde hair.
"Claire-" He moans as I grind my hips into him.
"I- I'm not ready Claire." He says lighty pushing me off.
"What? Why?" I ask worried.
He sighs and stands up. "I should take you home."
"Um.. Okay." I say confused.
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Omf I am so excited about this book. If your confused, just keep reading and you'll find out what's going on. Yes, this story is about Nash Grier.
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