It was 12Am and the party was still going on, i forgot about Marthy, my Mom, and about tomrrow or yesturday. Me and James where laughing at the guy stubling around trying to dance.
"I don't think ive ever seen anything this distubing in my life" James turned around and whisperd to me sending a chill down my spine.
"This is definatly at the top" I said giggling and imprsnating his amazing dance skills, which made James giggle.
"No that just hit the top" he wink at me.
"wow, rude" i said hitting him lightly. He stuck out his tongue out at me and laughed.
As I looked at him I knew that I had that I had the biggest crush ever on him. He's perfect.
"You need a ride home" James said looking down pulling his keys out of his pocket out of his black jacket.
"Yeah i do" I said smiling
"c'mon cutie" he said clearly not watching his words, causing me too 'die inside'.
He grabed my hand and walked me through th crazy drunk people. Maybe he was just being nice or maybe he likes me back, but I don't care ... he's holding my freakin' hand.
We walked out that door and approved this small black Honda Civic.
"wow even your car is dark suits you" I said pointing out the obvious.
"Thanks I try" he said smiling unlocking the doors, and sitting in the seat. I sat down in the passenger seat as he started the car.
"Where do you live" he said staring at me.
"just down their turn right, then left, and its the only White House" I said playing with my red hair.
"got it" he said starting the car.
The drive was quiet. Nobody said anything until we where on the street that I lived and it begun down pouring. Great its like a movie scene.
"well uhh is this your house" he said pulling into my drive way.
"yeah it would be akward if it wasn't" I said grinning.
He smiled at me.
Then he kissed me.
I was in shock I barley knew him, but it was amazing.
"here, it's raining" he said throwing his jacket at me.
"thanks see ya at school" I said and shut the door behind me and ran to the door of my house. I tip-toed upstairs, landed on my bed. I was not in trouble I was safe.
So I drifted off......
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