He stops in front of my house, but something inside me really don't want all of this to end already... "We're here" he says and waits for me to get od the bike, but I stay for a moment. "Everything okay?" he asks, and I go off the bike, looking down on the ground. "Yeah it's fine...Guess I'm just tired" my eyes finds a spot on the road, where the asphalt is a little darker than the other. I keep my focus on that spot, hoping he won't notice how much I want to kiss him... the only problem is just that... I'm waaay too scared to do that, even though we have kissed before. "Hey, look at me" he says quiet, and get of his bike. He gets of the bike and take my hands in his. "What's wrong?" his eyes search for mine, and I can feel how much he cares about me. "I...it's just...Stupid..." he keeps the eye contact a little longer and then... He leans in and lets our lips meet. I feel so bad right now...like how can it be so easy for him, to just kiss me? Why am I so scared, like... i hate it, I hate myself so bad right now. He must think I'm so childish.
We break the kiss and I let go of his hands, "goodnight...and, thanks for driving me home" I walk to the door without looking back, but I can still feel his eyes on me. I'm just about to open the door, when I stop. I'm about to turn around to ask about the letter, but then it hits me... What if it's not from him? I can't ask him now, I need to find out tomorrow. I pull down the handle, and lock the door after me. My head hurts like hell, and a storm of confusion is racing through my mind. Hundreds of questions without an answer. I'm so drunk, I can barely remember the most of the night, so I decide to go to bed.
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.
It's impossible to fall asleep. I can't get that letter out of my mind, I have to find out who wrote it. But if it's not Draven... Who would it be? I can't really think of anyone who would be in love with me, accept for Draven who told me, that he love me. I try to think of some signs, but nothing comes to my mind, I have no idea of who the person is...
"And I don't even know your name... All I remember is that smile on your face... and it'll kill me everyday. 'Cause I don't even know your name"
I'm dying to know the name of my secret lover... Even if it isn't Draven.
I shiver just by thinking of him, his touches, his kisses, everything about him makes me love him even more. I just wish he was here, with me right now. To hold me tight, and tell me that everything's going to be alright.
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OUT OF LOVE
Teen FictionAva is a student at Eastwood secondary School, and is about to finish her last year. She lives alone with her mom and her cat, Mogli, in a small town called Hadford. She has always been a little shy and afraid of love, until she meets this special b...
