I woke up this morning and felt something heavy on top of my whole body. It took me a moment to realize it was Tyrece...sleeping on top of me.
He is gorgeous and everything, but I don't like being used as a bed. Now that you know my thoughts you will probably understand my actions.
I threw him off me.
I mean I pushed him off me by his chest and then swung him to the side. He is heavy as I don't know what. Only one thing had me worried though.
He hit his head hard when he landed.
"*groan* what the hell?" He said rubbing his head.
"You were laying on top of me and I got you off." I said shrugging.
"You couldn't just roll me off."
"Well then you wouldn't have woke up and I don't like being the only one up." I got up and straightened my clothes out.
"Is that your reasoning for throwing me like trash!?!?" He said bewildered.
"Hey! Not like trash! I just didn't like it and wanted you off, okay?" I replied hugging at the end.
He looked over and sighed. Tyrece then scooted towards me and pulled back to the ground on his lap. I had my arms crossed. He wrapped his arms around me and put his head in the crook of my neck. I relaxed and unfolded my arms.
"It doesn't matter, let's just drop it okay?" He said moving his head further in my neck.
"Okay." I sighed.
We sat there like that for a little, and I liked it. Being close to him is calming. I don't really feel like this with others.
"C-can I ask you something Evie?"
"Of course."
"W-would you like to be my girlfriend?" He said looking down.
"Are you serious?!?!" I exclaimed.
Am I dreaming right now?
Should I pinch myself?
"Umm...Evie why are you pinching yourself?" He asked looking confused on my reaction.
"Uhh...nevermind that. So, are you serious?"
"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know...umm....but I would love to be your girlfriend." I said giggling.
"You dont- wait what you say?"
"I said that I would love to be your girlfriend, Tyrece." I grinned up at him.
He looked at me for physical confirmation. I nodded, and was caught off guard with his following actions.
He jumped up, bringing me with him, and held me tight to him. I thought it was cute how happy he was.
"H-how do we act with each other?" I said nervous.
"What do you mean?" He said crunching his face a little bit.
"Do we act like we usually do or different?" I answer awkwardly in his arms.
"I mean we already act like we are together. I wouldn't change our behavior towards each other."
He said picking me up and giving me a kiss. On the lips! Oh my goodness! That's my first kiss ever!
"Are you okay?" He asked eyeing me concerned.
"Oh yeah, that was my first kiss." I said blushing madly.
"Really? I am your first kiss?" He said sounding a little surprised.
I nodded blushing some more. He seemed to notice that I was kind of sensitive of this certain topic. He held me close and have me another kiss. This time I responded to him.
Things started to get a little heated. His hands started to slowly get lower, and I began to push my body closer, if possible, to his. The kiss was getting rougher the longer we kissed. Then I remembered something.
I slept here last night. My parents must be so worried about me right now. I need to go before I get in more trouble, but I really don't want to stop this.
I slowly but surely pulled away. I had to go before my parents went on a search and I still needed to come up with a story. If I said I was with a boy I would never be let outside again. That would really put a dent in what we just started.
"Why'd you stop?" He asked confused.
"I gotta get home before my parents starting looking for me themselves. I really want to keep going, by I got to go. I'm sorry." I said disappointed we had to stop.
I tiptoed and gave him a small kiss. We then said our goodbyes and I left down the tree. We decided it would be better if I went alone,just in case one of my parents were outside when I got there.
When I got home my parents were both mad and worried. I hadn't come home all night and most of the morning, and they didn't know why. I made up a story about staying at a friend's house, someone they didn't know. Then I went upstairs to my room.
I had so much to write in my diary today.
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