Chapter Six

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{Annette POV}

I ran inside. My face was so hot I felt it could burst to flames any minute now.

What did i just do?!

I thought to myself. I knew exactly what I had done. I kissed him. As the thought crossed my mind, what I thought was immpossible, happened. My face became hotter than before.

As I entered the home I say Mum in the kitchen making supper. She heard me and turned around and immedeatly saw my blushing face. "Did you spill cherry juice on your face?" She said chuckling. Ugh. Really Mum?! You know exactly what happened! "I-I'm gonna...go uhh..." "You may go into your room, dear." She read my mind. I gave her a soft, shy smile as a thank you and walked down the hall to my bedroom. I entered and shut the door behind me and collapsed onto my bed. I spent the rest of the evening lost in my thoughts.

(Okay! This is getting really fun to write! Especially this part. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPP!!!!!!...Anyways...for all of you that actually read this...THANK YOU SO MUCH. So anyways...back to point...I'm switching POV's in this chapter and possibly others. SO HERE WE GO!)

{Logan POV}

Oh...my...God...

I couldn't think or say anything else. Once again I was frozen. Oh God. B-b-but she...she kissed me! She. KISSED. ME! I couldn't do anything else. Annette had already run inside, Mum was probably nagging her about why she was blushing so much. But she obviously knew what had happened. Ugh. She always did that.

Well now what? What should I do? I could go inside...but then I'd run into Mum and...yeah I'll stay out here. I could go to Jonny's house, his parents are out for a few days. They went to Chicago...wow...

I shook my head, snapping myself out of the trance.

If you could go the Chicago, you were considered rich around here. Annette was from Chicago, but no one else knew that. No one besides Mum. That's how I know. She's the one who told me.

No, I think I'll go to Annie's.

Annie was a sweet old woman who owned a little ice cream shop about a mile from our home. She was about in her seventy's probably. All of the teens in our town went there in their spare time.

Yeah, I'll go there.

And I was off, already walking.

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