She was different to any student he had ever come across. She was quiet, read books, didn't party, but behind the silence was a sadness that radiated from her. It was as if he couldn't help himself, he wanted to be what she needed. The only problem...
Faye Dawson "What do you want Thomas?" I asked my former best friend as he came into my house. "Was that Mendes driving you?" "None of your business. What do you want?" I repeated and he ran his large hands through his dark blonde locks. "I need you Faye. My life just doesn't work without you." "You have Cara and she seems to be perfect for you, the only one you need, after you've ignored me for two days" I said at him folding my arms over my chest. "I don't like her Faye. She gets on my last bloody nerve. I need you to balance that out." He said but I sat down putting my head in my hands. " I can't do it Tom. You've ignored me for two days, gave me my first kiss then moved onto Cara the next morning. Do you see why I'm hurting?" I explained to him close to tears. "I've not moved onto Cara I promise you Dawson it wasn't what it sounded like. And that kiss meant more to me than you can think" he told me bending down on his knees in-front of me, and I could see that his eyes were becoming glassy as well. "I promise you Dawson. You've been my best friend through everything. Even when I made bad or wrong decisions and choices you still stuck by me. And I can't thank you enough for that. But all I'm asking is that you believe me, because I promise you that kiss meant the world to me and I'm not moving onto Cara" he smiled through the tears and I looked into his eyes. I searched for a truth, a meaning behind his words within his brown eyes. A huge part of me wanted to forgive all that had happened and believe him with all my heart. But there was a small part that couldn't get Mr Mendes out of my head, and I didn't know why. "You've really hurt me Thomas" I told him looking deeper into his watery eyes. "I know I know. But I will do everything and all I can do to make it up to you" he smiled and slowly I nodded standing up. He stood up too and took me into his embrace. It felt natural being in his arms, surrounded by his tall frame relaxed me. "You mean everything to me Dawson" he whispered and ran a hand through my slightly tangled hair. I smiled and looked up at him. "And you mean everything to me Tommy" I smiled and he placed a small kiss to my forehead. "You wanna stay over?" I offered and he scoffed. "When don't I want to stay over?" He laughed. "I'm just going to go and grab my stuff then I'll be back round." He told me and I nodded as he ran out my house and into his own.
After we had dinner and my mum had gone to bed me and Tom decided to watch one of his superhero films, which I tried to protest against but he wasn't having it. We were sat up on my bed and half way through the film his arm went around my waist. My heart beat faster and I looked up at him. He smiled and nudged me closer to him. I budged right up next to him and put one of my legs over his as I snuggled into his side, my arm across his chest. I knew that my cheeks were bright red, so I was glad the room was dark. He moved his hand up and down my bare waist and I let out a little squeak. "What was that?" He laughed and I covered my face with my hands. "Go away" I laughed from behind my hands. He tried to pry my hands from my face but I resisted against him. But the more I resisted the more he tried, until he was sat on top of me wrestling my arms above my head, both of us crying with laughter. That was, until we saw what position we had got into. Our laughter died away and we silently stared into each other's eyes, the only thing that could be heard was our heavy breaths. "Tom..." I whispered as his fingers interlaced with mine still above my head. "What are we doing?" I smiled and it caused the laughter to return. "I don't know" he answered my question and I nodded. It sounds cliché but I truly did get lost looking at his face. I hadn't noticed all the little freckles, all the little lines that made up his face but now that I look closer I can see hes so much more handsome than I once thought. Inside and out. He leaned down to my face and quickly, but softly, pushed his lips onto mine. It took me a moment to gather what was happening but once I did I didn't want it to stop.
He took one of his hands and ran it down the front of my body, and I knew he felt my increasing heart rate. My body gave a little jolt as his hand went under my shirt and I felt him smile against my lips. He ran his hand up until his fingertips brushed against the material of my bra. I pulled my lips away from his and he rested his forehead against mine, his fingertips began drawing patterns against my bra. It felt so natural, being intimate with him, my best friend of 10 years. All the emotions, all the fights, all the crying, all the happiness was leading to this. That's how I felt about what was happening. "What's going on up there?" Thomas whispered. "Best friends of ten years. I just feel like now this is happening it's like everything we've been through has just lead to this. And it feels almost too natural" I smiled and he nodded. "I mean considering I've never done anything like this" I blushed. I reached round his back and fiddled with the near to broken belt loops on his jeans. "Well it's not like I'm not a virgin" Tom said rolling off of me and I got a sudden smell of his usual cologne he's worn since he was twelve. Inside I wanted him to stay on top of me, and be close to me, but his hand slipped out and away from my bra as he came to lie next to me. "You're a virgin?" I asked and he lifted up my tshirt. Tingles ran all over my body as he drew patterns with his fingers. "Yeah. I would of told you if I wasn't" he laughed and I nodded. "Dawson how do you feel about me?" "Well you hurt me. But Tom I can't loose you" I said turning on my side. "Oh admit it Dawson you find me attractive" he wiggled his dark eyebrows and I groaned. "In your dreams Thomas" I turned the Tv off and snuggled down into my quilt. "Face me" Tom whined as per usual. I turned and he wiggled out of his jeans and shirt. I took off my leggings and undid my bra from under my shirt. We never found it odd being in underwear in bed with each other. We'd been doing it since we were seven, so it was the normal thing to do, and another thing we always did every night except the past two. "Love you Dawson" "Love you Tom" I smiled closing my eyes. The meaning of the words were changing, and we knew that, but said it still, so we always knew no matter what, we always had each other.
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