Naked

o3; all the things she said

song; all the things she said by t.A. T.u.
cover; abbey glover

Sitting in his car was a lot worse than I expected.

At first, it was just awkward silence and I could live with that. Then, we both decided at the same time that music would be cool.

When he touched my hand, I almost flung my whole body back into the seat. There was no electric spark like they say, but it still happened and while he just laughed it off, I had to clutch my hands together to keep from shaking.

After a couple minutes of me directing him, we reached my mud brown house.

I had to bite my tongue from groaning. My mom was home, and if she sees me with another boy - just us two - she will suspect something is going on. Which obviously nothing will.

Even though my house resembled feces, Devon still complimented it when my mom came to the door since I had forgotten my keys.

Mom smiled at Devon and motioned us inside, "I didn't know Jake had- was bringing over any friends today!" I quickly turned from my mom to Devon to make sure he didn't hear her little 'slip-up'.

Devon smiled, "Yeah. He is pretty smart and I needed some help with English." I kept looking around to make sure my dad didn't come out of his office. If he somehow was home, he and mom would make up all sorts of things that might happen if Devon and I are left alone.

When mom went to watch something in the living room, I quickly started walking to my room.

Devon laughed a little when we had gotten into my room - thankfully without confrontation - "You're smart and fast." He flashed me another smile and I sent a quick one back before going to my bookshelf.

I had to pretend I was looking for a book, but I was really clutching my heart again. It honestly can't be healthy for it to be going this fast.

I can hear Devon sit on my bed because of the springs, "Let's start studying later! Do you have an iPod or anything?" He asks.

I nod and go to where the old player is sitting, "Any requests?" I start scrolling through my songs, hoping to God that I have whichever one he wants.

"What kind of music do you have?" I turn around, most likely gaping like a fish.

I turn towards my iPod again and slowly move my hand to my chest, "Mostly punk." I answer. Devon is now laying back on my bed with his arms spread wide and I am imagining so many dirty things it actually shocks me.

"Sweet! Go ahead and choose whatever." Once I start scrolling through my songs to find a good one, I hear Devon mumble under his breath, "Smart, fast, great taste in music."

I gulp down and pick whatever song is under my thumb at the moment because I have to use both hands.

One to clutch at my heart and the other one to grab at the butterflies in my stomach.

I am falling apart because he complimented me.