The Story Of Us

Ch.13

Amy POV

Standing in front of my mirror I brushed the tangles out of my hair. It was Monday morning and I was up bright and early. I was oddly excited for today. After the weekend I had I was ready to see what the following week had in store for me. Thoughts of her started to fill my mind and I couldn't help myself,  I smiled.

Kyria and I both agreed that we would not act any different in public. I couldn't afford my parents to find out about what had happened between her and me even though I thought it was amazing.  I was happy that she understood and agreed not to push me into anything. 

As I braided my hair in a loose side braid I wondered if she would even speak to me. I mean we were kind of friends now weren't we?

I wondered would she still treat me as well as she treated me last weekend minus the naked part? I hope so because last weekend I actually saw my old friend again. It made me feel great that she let me in that close because I knew she didn't do that with just anyone.

Giving myself one more once over in the mirror I studied myself.  Loose jeans that didn't say much about my figure and a t-shirt with a cartoon princess on the front of it. Yes I know it was nothing sexy, but who said I was trying to be.

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I was standing in front of my locker getting my books ready  for next period when I heard a familiar voice carrying down the hallway.

Kyria was laughing at something her best friend Lucy was saying. It was easy to smile watching her. Now that I had let most of my guards down and looked at her I could see the old Kyria I once knew still there.  I didn't know why she stopped being close to me all those years ago, but maybe just maybe one day she would tell me why. I would not push her until then.

Not wanting to look like a lovesick stalker I turned and proceeded to look through my locker. Soon enough I felt someone close to me. I dared to peek over my shoulder. 

There Kyra stood one hand stuck deep into her back pocket. As usual she was wearing some band's black t-shirt.  The girl's favorite color had to be black, I thought to myself. 

"Nice shirt Foster." She smirked before carrying on down the hallway. Lucy glanced back at me smiling as if she knew a secret. 

Rolling my eyes playfully I shut my locker and went to class. I needed to concentrate on school and not so much Kyria Austin.  I could think about her when I was home. Maybe if I could get the bravery up I would go over to her house and see if she wanted to hang out. I was kind of worried however.  What if she didn't want anything to change between us and what happened the other night was just a onetime thing? There was only one way to find out.

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Later in that day I found myself knocking on the Austin's front door. When Candice opened the door I swallowed hard. The last time I seen  the woman she had caught me and her daughter making out in her daughter's room.

"Amy! What brings you over sweetie?" Candice smiled brightly opening the door wider.

Just like that my nerves lessened and I smiled back.  "I came to see Kyria. Is she at home by chance?"

"Yes she is! Come on in," Candice motioned to the stairs, "she's in her room. Go on up and I will bring you girls some milk and cookies in a bit."

I wanted to think that I was too old for milk and cookies, but then again who really ever got too old for milk and cookies.

Kyria's door was shut so I softly knocked. I didn't want to just walk in. She could be naked or busy or naked....

I wanted to slap myself. Now was not the time to want to see Kyria Austin naked.