The Golden Age

Book 1: Final Chapter

"Will you guys go to sleep already? I'm not going to talk to anyone if you guys are staring at me like I have twelve heads," I scolded the girls, rolling over on my sleeping bag to turn my back to them.

"Nat. Adele. Can we have a minute?" Beth asked the other two girls nicely.

They both stood up, complaining, but left nevertheless.

"Honey, the other two have been bugging you a lot about Fred because he's the first boy you've really liked more than just a 'hey, he's cute' type of the thing," Beth said, "I've known Fred for a really long time and I know that he's a rather scared, lonely kid. He's never talked to anyone like he has you. So if you have any doubts about whether or not he likes you, get rid of them. I remember when I first started going out with Howie, I had so many doubts about whether or not he would be a good boyfriend, and he helped me get rid of them. I want to tell you that although Fred is not an emotionally strong person, he is completely loyal to whomever he feels he should be. Him and Adele have been friends for a long time and, even though she does nothing to stop his parents from exiling him, he still trusts her and is as loyal as a retriever puppy. Ginger, tell me this: Do you like Fred?"

I sat there for a few seconds, taking in what she had told me. "Yes."

She smiled and put her hands on my shoulders. "Go get your love muffin."

I laughed and started walking towards the kitchen. It was a few hours earlier than when I usually met him, but I figured a few hours would give me time to think and time for the girls to fall asleep.

I sat on the bar stool in which I had recieved my first kiss and waited.

And waited.

And waied some more.

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"Ginger. Ginger. Ginger, are you dead?"

My head shot up. My arms started flailing and I would have chopped off Fred's head (A/N hey i'm a poet and i didn't even know it.) if he hadn't ducked.

"Someone was in a deep sleep," he said sarcastically as he took a seat next to me.

"Gee, thanks. I came in here for some food, but must've fallen asleep."

"Have you eaten anything? We have some cheese, I think," he asked me, walking over to the refridgerator.

"Cheese? Wow, Fred, that's romantic," I told him sarcastically.

His hand froze around the refridgerator handle.

"Do you want me to be romantic?" he asked without turning around. I watched him grab the bag of deli cheese.

"I-i...umm..." I stuttered, mentally regretting saying what I had.

He obviously could tell I was getting awkward because he came over to the kitchen island and threw the bag of cheese on the counter.

"Bon appetite," he grunted.

We ate the American cheese in silence. It was good cheese and I was glad we had always run into each other in the kitchen because I enjoyed eating.

"I'm sorry I told Adele," he said, breaking the extremely awkward silence.

I looked up at him and it took me a second to figure out what he was saying.

"Oh, don't even apologize. I would've told her anyways."

"I figured you would...I just had to tell someone."

I had to use all I could not to happy dance right then and there.

"Hey, Fred?"

"Yeah?"

"If you've ever seen any form of teen movie, you know that a girl's first kiss is really really important and that she remembers it all of her life and if it was bad, then her whole kissing experience is ruined."

"Why are you telling me this?" he said, facepalming himself.

"Because I want you to know that, if this was a teen movie, you would have succeeded in being the best first kiss ever."

He smiled at me, and I smiled back because, like I said, my boyfriend's smile was contagious.

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SORRY THIS WAS SO SHORT IT WAS KIND OF JUST TO WRAP THINGS UP OH MY GOSH SOMEONE GET ME A FRED.

Question: Should I do an epilogue just to give some last info? Or no?