Fifteen

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Micah sat on his couch waiting for it to be 9:00 P.M. Which was only twenty minutes away. He still didn't know what he was gonna do, he went over what seemed thousands of scenarios. But none ended right.

How did he want it to end? He didn't know actually. He was still dumbfounded by what Paul had said. Maybe we should end him. No! He hasn't done anything wrong! Micah argued with the voice in his head.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Micah seemed eager to get up and answer it. When he opened the door he saw Paul standing there with his wife eyes. "Uh..come in." Micah smiled trying to hide his true emotions.

"Thanks for letting me come over..it means a lot.." Paul looked down at the floor.

"It's no problem..." Micah felt uncomfortable. He could never like another guy. Never. So why did he feel so nervous?

"I..I don't know what to say really.." Paul started as he looked up. And smiled a bit. He wanted to make this less awkward. He stepped forward towards Micah.

Micah stepped back a bit not wanting this to go the wrong way. He didn't like Paul like that, he's another man. And he'd only get in the way of his plans. "Paul..I don't.." Micah couldn't finish his sentence, Paul already had his lips pressed against his. He didn't know what to do.

He was shocked, but he didn't pull away. He kissed back. He never thought he'd do anything like this, but things were just happening and neither of them seemed to want to stop.

Why? Thought Micah to himself. He pushed that question out and blocked all of his thoughts out. Tonight was going to be unforgettable.

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