The Choosing

Chapter Eleven

Lucas's POV

I stare at my beautiful girlfriend lying motionless on the hospital bed. I face palm, and sigh quietly. I have no idea what the hell she was doing in the Fear Lanscape! I asked Jeramiah where Ronnie was, and he said she was in the Fear Landscape, and Tori was in charge. Bullshit. I ran as fast I possibly could to the Fear Lanscape, and she fell out it, and I caught her just in time in my arms. I looked up at her again, and surprisingly, she is staring back at me smiling. I jump out of my seat and pull her into a kiss. I fall on top of her, and her nails dig into my back. Veronica's legs wrap around my torso, and I pull up in need of oxygen. I also pull up to speak to her, but she pulls me back.

"Veronica," I say quietly into her neck.

"I love how you say my name..." She says flirtatiously.

"I need to speak to you about something."

"Let me guess," she says biting her bottom lip, "you brought protection, but your not ready to get intimate?"

I stutter. What the hell was she on about?! I'm 16, and not ready to... yeah.

"Sorry," she says, "the medicine is making me a little loopy."

"Why did you go into the Fear Landscape in the first place?!" Veronica looked to her right.

"I-I dunno." She looked back into my eyes. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I've been the school heart throb since 5th Grade, and I'd had alot of beautiful girlfriends as well in my life, but Veronica, she was definitly something else...

Veronica's POV

I lay next to Lucas in our bed in our dorm. I  was let out of hospital earlier today. I looked at him sleeping. I loved how his eyelids fluttered when he slept. A piece of his short sandy blonde hair fell across his face. I moved it gently out his face, and shook awake. His palm drifted slowly across my cheek. I stared into his eyes. It was like he read my mind, he reached over and pulled me into a kiss. I rolled over closer to him, and rolled over onto me. The springs on our bed sprung loudly, and Lucas's fingers entwined with hair. His other hand swept under his shirt that I was wearing. I felt awkward, because I was wearing his shirt, underpants and a bra. Appropriately dressed, I thought to myself. I arched at his touch, and he ripped his shirt off. I slid my my hand down his chest and six pack with my eyes closed. His lips found my lips once  again, and our tongues battled for dominance. He won of course. I let out a soft moan, enjoying his touch. My legs wrapped around his torso, and my shirt slid off and fell to the ground.His arms wrapped around my back. He kissed the top of my head, and I went to sleep, smelling his scent of soap and smoke.