Age is just a number.

Chapter 4.

I heard a faint knock at my door and hurried out of my warm blanket, over to the door. I quickly gazed through the peep-hole to see Jackson. Finally he was here, he was 15 minutes late.

"I bought some McDonalds." He smiled as he held up the brown paper bag.

My eyes lit up as I grabbed the drinks from his hand. "Thanks, I forgot all about dinner." I laughed as I walked over to the brown lounge. 

We sat watching the last 45 minutes of 'The Notebook' as we ate our dinner.

"Why are you crying? It's not even sad." He laughed as he rested his feet on top of the cushioned coffee table.

"It it sad!" I sobbed as I laid my head against his thighs.

We wern't flirtatious friends, this is just what we did. We were really comfortable around each other but he was nothing more than my brother basically.

I heard a 'ding ding' from my phone telling me I had just received a text message.

"Thanks for coming over today. Want to go to the beach with me tomorrow?" From Damon.

I text back a quick yes. My stomach was flipping with excitement. I couldn't help and smile spread across my face.

"Who are you texting?" Jackson asked breaking me from my thoughts.

How do I tell him that I have a crush on a random guy 6 years older than me. "Just a friend." I smiled up at him.

He gave me the I'm-not-stupid look and insisted I tell him.

"It's just a guy I met last week okay." I huffed turning to face the TV hoping he would forget about it.

"Who? Does he go to our school?" I had to think about it, I remember Damon telling me he went to my school, but obviously 6 years ago.

"Uh, well he did but he finished school."

"So he was a year 12 last year?" He questioned.

I let out a small sigh, I guess I couldn't hide this from him. I really hoped he would be okay with it.

"No, he graduated 6 years ago. He's 23." I said quietly.

I felt his body tense and I knew automatically he didn't agree with it.

"23 years old? He's way to old for you."

I lifted my head from his lap and sat upright. Who was he to tell me what I can and can't do? "I didn't even say we're dating. We're just hanging out." I hissed.

"So you can tell me you havn't touched him at all.He only wants one thing from you." He argued.

"Well I kissed him, but that's all." I mumbled. 

Jackson shifted in his seat and didn't say anything back.

After a 5 minutes of awkward silence I spoke up because I didn't want to loose my best friend. "I'm sorry if you don't agree with it. Anyway right now he is just my friend, nothing more, so there is no reason to be mad." I wrapped my arms around him in a quick hug. He hugged me back and it made me happy. I don't know what I would do it I were to loose him.

"Just don't take things to far, to quick." He pulled away from the hug. "I guess you want me to leave early tomorrow morning." He snorted in laughter. I shot him a small apologetic smile and nodded my head slowly.

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I held my shoes as we walked down to the shore. The sand was hot as it seeped in between our toes. Damon looked extra attractive today, he was wearing a loose fitting singlet and blue board-shorts. He was taller than me which made it look like he was taking his sister to the beach or something. 

We sat down in a isolated area on the beach where people wouldn't see us. I'm not sure what other people would think if they saw people with a 6 year age difference flirting with each other - not that I was expecting to flirt with him all day.

We laid down on our towels side by side facing each other. His blue eyes looked 10x brighter in this sunlight. He reached his hand out and slowly snaked it around my waist pulling me closer to him. I was such an amateur at this, I didn't know what to do. He pressed his forehead against mine. I definitely had butterflies in my stomach right now.

"About yesterday.." I started saying, unable to keep my mouth shut. I heard him sigh like he didn't want to talk about it. Maybe it was a mistake for him? "This is embarrassing, but yesterday was the first time I uh, kissed someone.." I felt the blush spread across my face and I closed my eyes not wanting to see his expression.

I felt him push some hair behind my ear before I felt him place a quick kiss on my nose. I opened my eyes confused. 

"It didn't seem like it," He laughed. "but I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything." 

He was talking like we were in a relationship which made me really confused but I didn't want to push any ideas across.

I just nodded my head. He grabbed my hand and lead me to the blue water. This is what I was most scared of - the water. I had a huge fear of the ocean, mostly of the sharks. I didn't want to seem like a sook, plus Damon was a surfer. Any girl who didn't like the ocean wasn't worthy of his time.

We stood in the middle of the ocean with his arms around my waist. He was a very touchy feeling guy, but I kind of liked it. I only knew him for a week but I knew he wasn't the type of guy who would take things further without my permission. 

He leaned down and started kissing me. His tonuge ran along my bottom on my lip and I granted his access. Our tonuges moved together as I ran my fingers through his hair. He slowly moved his hands from my waist to my bottom, slowly lifting me causing me to wrap my legs around him. 

It was like when I was kissing Damon and different personality of me came out and took over any logical thought in my head. 

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Damon parked in my driveway and turned off his car. "Thank you for coming today." He smiled as he faced me. "I had a lot of fun."

I blushed. "Thanks for inviting me. I had fun too." I lent over and placed my hands on each side of his face and slowly kissed him.

The sound of someone clearing their throat next to my window made me stop. I looked over to see my mum standing there with her arms crossed. "What on Earth are you doing Renae Montel." Oh great, she used my full name - I was in trouble.

I looked back at Damon who looked extremely awkward. "I'll talk to you later." I said as I slid out of his car making my way to the front door.

"Excuse me young lady. Who was that?" She yelled after me.

I sat my bag down on the floor. "Damon. He's just a friend."

"Looked a bit more like a friend. How old is he? He looks way older than you, Missy."

"Age is just a number mum. It doesn't even matter."

"How old?!" She yelled repeating her question.

I sighed. "23."

Her mouth turned to a 'o' shape and she yelled at me to go to my room. "You won't be seeing him again. You know he only wants one thing and a girl like you would give it to him any chance."

I gasped, I thought my mum knew me better than that. "I would not! Obviously you don't know me at all!" I yelled as I slammed my door.

Why would my mum care? She was hardly even home to look after me and  now she wanted to start being the mum she never was? 

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Little bit of drama, but you ain't seen nothing yet. tehehe.

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