A boy named Peta

Part 1

Piece 1
Sat, Dec 16, 2017
It's the night of Narnia's last performance so we go to myo and everyone is there.

For your information, Because these are real people, and because this is a fictional story (yes I was in a production of Narnia), I didn't want to use their real names for obvious reasons, so I created names for them.

Xander (Peta) gets there and we stay inside for a bit then I motion him to come out. Before I actually start the story, let me tell you what happened between us and what I know about him. Xander was only two years older than me; so that made him thirteen. He had light skin and gorgeous blue/ hazel eyes He played peter, one of the four children, in Narnia but my friends and I call(ed) him Peta because...just read the book. He also was in the same Hogwarts house as me (my house was ravenclaw by the way). Backstage, during the shows and later rehearsals, whenever he would pass by, he would always tap me on the shoulder, back, or head so I kinda had a crush on him; don't know how the hell that happened but it did. I once asked him why he did it and he said he did it for fun. Besides that, we never talked. Back to the story: We sit on the curb and we start talking.
"So why do did you bring me out here??" He asks curriously with his cute, slight English accent
"Well you know, it's so friggin' loud in there and I just needed someone to talk to. Someone I didn't talk too much. Xander, from what I've heard, you are an awesome person. And I would love to get to know you." Now hearing it all come out my mouth I thought it was so stupid. I didn't know what he was going to say or do. I thought he would say something like, "Ugh this is such a waste of time. Why the hell would you bring me out here??!"
I continued to speak," we didn't talk at all and I know that relationships, friendships aren't built off of text or notes, or notes or taps on the head so why the hell can't we sit here and talk?"
Again, I thought saying that was stupid.
He seemed confused at first but then chuckled; I smiled.
He leaned over and kissed me. I sat towards him and he started to touch my neck. I thought that his mother would see us, get mad, and break us up, but no. While we made out, I put my hands on his shoulders grasping his shirt and moving my hands down to his upper chest. It felt so good, it felt like we couldn't stop. All of the sudden I push him away. I'm flushed and he's trying to process what just happened. "I am so sorry I don't know wha-"he starts, panicking
I look at him and flirtly ask," Want to come to my house for the night???"
He nods and says, "sure"