Lust and Lies

Fuck Up

Noah's pov

I decided to drive to give Kristen a break. She sat in the passenger seat looking out the window most of the time. Oh how I loved her.

"Sissy will you turn on some music?" Viv asked
"Yeah baby." Kristen said turning up the volume and finding a song.

Vivian always knew how to break the ice by music. The rest of the car ride was spent singing loudly with the radio and laughing.
When we pulled in the driveway I took the keys out and told Vivian to go unlock the door. When Viv ran off Kristen looked at me and smiled warmly. She then grabbed my hand and squeezed it lightly. I moved closer and she did the same. We looked into each other's eyes, it felt as though we were looking into our souls. She smiled and kissed me softly. With that she got out of the car and ran to the house screaming "you can't catch me"

I quickly jumped out of the car and ran into the house. She was running down the living room as I caught her. I hugged her from behind and squeezed her. She looked up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Kristen's pov

When we pulled away I walked to my bedroom and sat on my bed. I heard Noah walk to the living room and turn on the tv. I sat there thinking over everything. I really loved Rich, I mean loved. He was so good to me, but I need family rather than a boyfriend. Oh how I loved him. Maybe we would get together and be happy. All of us getting along. He makes me wild though. I really fell hard for him. I knew I should've stopped myself for kissing him and having sex the first time I met him. It's been almost four months now.
I was interrupted by Vivian opening my door.

"Can we go out for lunch I'm hungry."
"Uh yeah in about an hour Okay baby?"

She nodded and walked away. I got up and cleaned up my room. It wasn't that messy but it kinda was at the same time. It didn't take long to pick up the dirty clothes and miscellaneous things around the room. My bedroom was fairly small, the bed was in the corner across from my closet, I had a small dresser on the other wall facing my bed. There wasn't much to it. I liked it though because my mom would always put random things on my wall when I was a kid, she put a window pane behind my door to wedge pictures in the creases, she would put little K's on the wall, and she would put little sayings on stickers to make me feel good. She really made my room have character.   I'm realizing what my mom did for me and how much she cared, I'm just throwing all of that away so I can get a good fuck. I really should be ashamed of myself. My mom was in the fucking hospital. I'm such a fuck up.