Greg Feder love story (sequel): And so, I fell in love

A night to remember

Gregs POV

"I can't."

A bullet through the head. A knife through the chest. An arrow through the heart. All painless compared to the hurt I was feeling.

"You-you can't?"

Her sparkling oak brown eyes dropped their sight to the ground. She softly swished her head from left to right, her small body shaking slightly with each swivel.

All of those features were a great reminder to me. All brought me back to the memories, all gave my thoughts meaning... And hope.

My confidence was discovered from those beautiful eyes. My determination from those gentle curves and smooth skin. My heart and love from it all.

"I can't," she whispered, her head hanging low, "I can't wait!"

My whole body shot up sharply, shock rose in my chest. Was that a yes? A yes?!

I threw my arms tightly around her waist and she threw hers around my neck. I wondered if I was over exaggerating. I mean usually people don't marry the first person they've ever dated. Or the only one they've ever dated.

She was probably the first girl I ever talked to. She was also the most beautiful, the funniest, the cutest, the most confident and caring. The most talented.

And she was mine.

"So... What now?" I questioned, she giggled.

"You tell me, lover boy," she flirted, laughing again.

I remember in 8th grade, when I moved away from the city, to here. The morning after we moved I had walked 46 blocks down to the Higgins place, I had knocked on the door of their tiny house.

I remember Katie's reaction, she had opened the door wearing a pair of grey shorts and a cropped coral coloured sweater. Her hot pink drink bottle had clattered to the floor and she had flung her arms around me. (Outfit above).

It was cute. She was cute.

I also remember our trip to the beach, sand scattered in my hair and tiny shells literally glued to my shoes. All done by one cheeky, little 15 year old.

Are guys supposed to feel this deeply just about a girl?

"You look really tired," I stated, placing my palm gently on her warm cheek.

"No, no, I'm fine," she yawned, her glittery pink eyelids drooping slightly.

"You're going to bed, and that's final," I commanded, I cut her protesting off, "now, gorgeous girl."

"I'm not 5."

"Nope, you're 3."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. I positioned my arm under her knees and the other behind her back. She didn't try and squirm under my grip, so I gently lifted her.

I walked to the car, placing her sleepy body in the passenger seat. People were still lying in my backyard,  knocked out or drunk. Once we were back at their house, I put her in bed her bed. 

I was just about to go when one small voice lured me back.

"Stay," she whispered, standing up and wrapping her smooth arms around my neck. 

I fumbeled mine to her waist, the glint in her eye showed me that she wasnt going to sleep. I roughly pressed my lips to hers, pushing her to the bed. My hands slipped slowly down, to the start of her shorts. And that was it...

And so I fell in love.

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Sorry for the wait guys, I wanted to add more suspense and annoy you all. This isnt the end of the book, dont worry! Sorry it was so short too. The italics and bold isnt working so also sorry about that.

Thanks, Kat!