Across the Pond

Chapter Three

Enjoy! More pg-13 chap.-alex

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I look at the door. We had dreamed about this for so long. The amount of frees in high school, and the amount of texts, first dreaming, than planning.

“This is it.” I say, both of us staring at the door.

“Yeah.” Will replies. He can’t believe he’s finally here, I know him well enough to read every facial expression.

We stood there, in front of the door, for a long time, his hand in mine. I knew my hand was starting to sweat. Why?

Why?

I don't love Will. He's Will. Will I've known since birth Will. Will I grew up with Will. The Will that's my brother Will.

There was no way we were anything other than siblings that didn't get to be biological siblings.

I finally let go, to take the key from Will´s coat pocket. I put it in the lock, and twist it multiple times. After a few minutes, Will breaks the silence.

"Ya want help, Jane?" He asks, coming behind me.

"No, no of course not." I reply. After about a minute more, Will and I both realize I need help and he walks up and opens the door in one fluid motion.

"Show off." I mumble under my breath.

"Jealous that my key skills exceed yours?" Will replies. It leaves me a bit speechless, I didn't think he'd heard me.

"C'mon, let's see yours first." He says. I nod back. He leads me down the entry hallway, then up some stairs, until we reached door A. I ended up with apartment A since Jane is before Will in the alphabet. I fumble with the keys for a second, but I get it faster this time. I hear a click, and I push the door open. It reveals a very small apartment. I see a mostly applianced kitchen, a couch and a door towards the back. I walk back to the door and open it to reveal and tiny bedroom. A bed sat against a wall, and a wardrobe to Narnia was along an adjacent wall.  

"Wow." Will says simply.

"Yeah. Its a bit small."

"Just a bit Jane, just a bit." We stood in that room for a long time, his hand in mine. I knew my hand was starting to sweat.

"Uuhh, it's, um, quaint." I say it more like a question.

"Sure, quaint is one way to describe it." Will replies, looking over at me.

We stand in silence for a moment.

"We should go over to yours." I say quietly.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go." He says, nodding his head.

We walk out, and walk in a door across the hall.

Surprise, surprise, his roo-flat! is the mirror image of mine.

"Wow its lovely." I say. "Not anything like mine, but I guess it'll do."

"Hey..." Will says, playfully punching my arm. "Ow." he says."Pretty strong arm game we've got here." Will says with a laugh.

"We've got?" I ask. Will turns to face me.

"Yeah." he whispers. And then something weird happens.

I have the burning desire to kiss him. All i want to do is grab his head and pull it towards mine.

I want to make out with Will.

He's having similar thoughts, because his head is getting closer, and closer and and and what if I'm a bad kisser what if he wants to use tongue I've never kissed with tongue oh my gods I can't.

"Umm Will?"I quickly insert.

"Yes?" he says. He doesn't jerk his head away, he knows what he's doing. He realizes that he's an inch away from kissing me.

"Umm"I whisper. I don't know what to say to make him stop, but I don't want him to stop. What is my problem? I want him to kiss me, right? More than I want to be in London, I realize.

Will is still looking at me, waiting for an answer.

"Go." I say, in a low, husky voice. What the heck is happening to me? I'm so nervous, so attracted to him.

"K." he says it so quietly I barely hear him.

*End chapter here alex so that people Will. Hate. You.*

a/n Heyy guys you may think this is the end but noo!!!!

And now he's kissing me.

And yep, he wants to use tongue. Yep, yep, yep.

And it's okay, because once we were that close, I wanted to use it too.

I'm sending up prayers that I'm good enough for him.  How many girls has he kissed? I realize I never want him to kiss another girl. If it's not gonna be me, then it won't be anyone else.

We're standing up, but it won't be like that for long. A few more minutes of this and we'll hopefully have made it to the couch.

I can't believe I'm kissing him.  

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We finally break away, after what feels like hours but that ridiculous clock says it's only been minutes.

"That was something..." he says, trailing off. His voice is deep, deeper than the normal, almost high-pitched Will voice I know so well.

“Yeah…” I say. I want to know what the heck is our problem. Are we dating? Are we friends with benefits? And, dear God, I hope it’s not this one, was that a one time thing? Nope, nope, nope. That was too good never to happen again.

I move so I’m sitting closer to Will.  We’re touching from ankle to shoulder and the sparks fly. Excitement shoots through my veins, telling me that You are touching Will, you are touching Will.

Is this what love feels like?

The feeling of butterflies in your stomach, the feeling of danger messages shooting through your body? The feeling of walking into a room and looking for him right away? The feeling of seeing it snow for the first time all winter, on Christmas eve?The feeling of seeing him, simply allowing yourself to see him? The feeling of nine in the morning, when the sun has just risen and you have a bright outlook on life? The feeling that there is no possible way in all of humanity for you to be happier?

This must be what feels like. I’ve felt all of them, just in that one kiss.

a/n

Look long ATP chapter. No real note except look how prolific I've been these last few days! Last two chapters of Little But Fierce, new short and this too! I wrote most of this on the bus at school. I probably looked really social typing this on my phone. Anyway, I have to go!!!!

Love you all always-

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