My heart is always with you (a johnny depp love story)

Chapter 5

We talked for hours about my love of Hunter and Wilde and Shakespeare. He talked about his growing affection for french literature and I spoke about how much my English Teacher was very much a drunk Shakespeare. He mentioned how much he detested labels and how he hated talking about work. Then a knock came at the door, It was Chritsi, his assistant. "Johnny? We have to leave soon."

"Be out later" johnny replied smiling at me.

"Alright but dont be too long." Christi called back. Johnny laid back in his chair and took a long drag of his cigarette, smiling as the thick, grey smoke left his lips. I must have blushed because Johnny looked at me, raising an eyebrow. "You're blushing, Miss. Norton."

I smiled, "Oh, I apologize."

"Thats okay." He replied and sat up slightly in his chair. I stood up nervously, "Um, I should probaly be going" He stood up after me and before I could walk away, he gently grabbbed onto my hand, studying my fingers.

"You have beautiful fingers" he said grazing his fingers over my own. I blushed again. "You can tell someone just by their hands, you know."

"Oh, um, no I didnt know that" was all I managed to say. He looked into my eyes and then down at me lips, he pulled me a little closer, and then placed his lips gently on mine. He moved his lips slowly on mine and then pressed alittle harder. But then he pulled away, "Wait, I-I-I cant do this, You're 16." He said running his fingers through his hair.

"Oh, yeah." I frowned and he must have noticed because he looked at me sadly. Somehting went off inside my chest, like I was hurting inside, to see him upset. "I dont care." I reached up and put my hands on the back of his neck and placed my lips on his. He smiled against my lips and put his hands on my waist. He moaned slightly in my mouth and I couldn't help smiling, someone as unimaginely beautiful as him was moaning just because I was kissing him. I had kissed a few boys before, but I had never kissed a man, never anyone like him.

Kissing his lips felt, in one word, amazing. His lips were molded to mine, then he slowly slipped his tongue into my mouth and there was not a muscle in my body that could resist him. He slided his fingers along my backbone and I shivered, feeling the delicate goosebumps form under my skin. I moved my tounge alongside his, svouring every moment of him. God, hes a good kisser. I moved one of my hands so that it was resting in his hair and my other was trailing down his side.

Then came a knock at the door, and then the trailer door swung open revealing Martin, "Oh, Uh Im sorry, I didnt um... realise..." Martin started

"Oh I should probaly be going." And before I could see the look on Johnny's face, I left the trailer and ran off to where I would meet Mr. Livingston. I sat on the curb and started crying, and the worst thing was, I didn't even know why.