"Anthony." I gasped as he opened the door my fist still pounding the air.
"Olivia? What's wrong?" His eyes softened and I fell into his arms.
"I'm really done." I said between tears and before asking anymore questions he pulled me inside.
I sat down on his couch and he turned down the volume of the TV and sat next to me. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
I shook my head in response to him. He handed me a pillow and I smiled and hugged it to his chest; he remembered how much I love to do that when I'm sad.
"Who made you upset? I'll kill them." He threatened, I giggled softly, "it doesn't matter now."
It didn't matter now I was with him, he made everything better, fuck!
Why does he make everything better.
"It does matter if it's made you this upset, but we can leave it, just say when, okay?" He said in his soothing voice.
I nodded.
Before I knew it I found myself running my fingers through his curly hair and my lips pressed up against his. He had his hands gripped on my waist and pulled me on top of him. I couldn't stop. I knew I should.
It had been a while since I'd done anything, sexual, and I didn't want to stop. He kissed my neck and then I blinked and we were in his bed.
I didn't stop it, I should've, but I didn't.
YOU ARE READING
1995 {smosh}
Fanfictionau: 'Two girls meet in the summer of 1995.' Olivia has had the same friends for years so when she meets new girl Courtney she is instantly curious to know more about her. In the summer of their senior year new friendships are made but also old ones...
