Green is The Warmest Color

Jeremy

"My n-name is Jeremy." I stutter out.
"No! You are my daughter! You are-
I didn't even hear the rest of what my father said. I just ran, as fast and as far as I could. Running and running until my legs gave out where collapsed in a small field. I just lie there panting and sobbing pathetically, waiting for death to consume me. But it never came. As I wallow in my grief I hear distant footsteps, familiar ones.
"Jeremy?" I knew that voice. Fritz, my closest friend since childhood. I look up to face him. He's as beautiful as ever. Stop it Jeremy! I snap myself from my thoughts.
"He didn't take it well did he?" He sat next to me and I just simply nodded.
"It's okay. I'm here for you okay?"
He hugs me tight and I feel safe for the first time in a long time. I felt my face heat as I snuggled into his soft chest.
"Did he hurt you again?" Fritz's voice rung out, saturated with worry.
"I ran b-be-before he had a chance." I sniffle and cling to his sweater.
"How about....you come stay with me untill you sort stuff out with him?" He offers as her plays with my chocolate locks.
"R-really?" He nods in response and my face lights up. "Thankyou!!" He smiles at me and brushes my hair from my bright green eyes. My face heats up again. Damnit Jeremy! I scold myself in my mind. He notices my blush and smiles, the corner of his mouth crinkling in the most beautiful way. His freckled face slowly comes closer and I realize what's happening just as his lips graze mine. I kiss back gently and my face burns bright red. He gently pulls away and smiles.
"Adorable." My dream had come true. I had finally kissed him. So why do I feel so bad about it?