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Chapter 1 • First Time

Maila's POV

I can't believe this. In two more hours, Aaron will be at the train station. I'm finally going to meet my long-distance bestfriend. I didn't believe him when he said he was going to come down and visit me during the summer, but he kept his promise. I knew he would.

I step out the shower, wrap a towel around myself and pratically skip to my room. I'm so excited. The music booms loudly through my room, the bass bouncing off the walls. I turn it up louder, drop my towel, and reach for the lotion.

My room is small, but cozy. It has a few tan dressers, a computer desk, a massive bunk bed, and two big television sets that are piled atop eachother. Why are they that way? I don't know, that's just how I like it.

There's posters all over my walls: Drawings, models, beautiful landscapes, and comic strips from Naruto. I have a closet with a mirror, lipstick kisses all over it, a bad habit I can't seem to stop, and two windows my mother has hammered shut.

I guess you can say my Mother doesn't trust me, but I swear to you I have done nothing wrong... Well, nothing wrong to my eyes.

I'm eighteen, so I'm free to live a little, right?

I finish with the lotion and slip on my underwear and bra, a matching lace set that one of my best friends, Olive, had bought me. When I told her about Aaron, she gave me this strange look and came the next day with a bag from Victoria Secret that had these inside. I blushed and almost choked her with a pillow.

Aaron & I sleeping with eachother? That's just weird. But then... why am I putting it on?

I wave the thought away and grab the deodarant and swipe on a little. After, I grab a sweet-smelling perfume and spritz that all over my body. It stung when it hit my freshly shaven legs.

I curse outloud. "Why do I always forget not to do that? I'm so stupid."

I set the things down and face my main dresser. You know, the one that you put all your lotions, and perfumes and stuff? And has the nice mirror? Yea, basically every teenaged girl has one.

It's late afternoon and it's hot. I want to take him to Fulton Park so that we can hang out a little, break the ice, maybe smoke a but. Then we'll come home, I'll get him unpacked, and introduced to the family. I hope they don't embarress me... my family is quite weird and a little crazy. It consists of five sisters, a psychotic Mom, and a childish Stepdad. But, just like Aaron, they're goofballs. They'd get along just fine.

Right?

I release my curls and it falls around my face. I've dyed it blonde again, just for the summer. I shake my head a little and the curls bounce and fall down to the middle of my back. They've come out nice and I'm glad I've decided to go natural.

"Mailaaaaaaa!" I hear my baby sister, Joce, scream outside my door.

"Yes, baby?" I answer, adjusting my bra and turning down the radio.

"Your friend is here, Maila," she informs, oddly filled with excitement. "He's a boy, too."

My heart drops and I snap my head towards the clock on my dresser, near my infinite amounts  of lipsticks.

What?

It's way too early and I'm supposed to pick him up. Why is he here? No, that can't be him.

"Are you sure, baby?" I ask and my heart rate accelerates at the possibility.

Then, I hear his voice. Just behind my door, in my house, he's actually here.