Life as Leslie Carter

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

I woke up snuggled in Will's chest. I glanced up and smiled. He looked so cute when he was sleeping. I stood up and walked over to the ocean. I looked like a mess. I splashed some water on my face and scrubbed the makeup off.

"Hey," I heard Will's sleepy voice say. I turned around. He ran his hands through his hair to get the sand out. Everything came back to me. The kiss. The smell of his cologne and most of all what happened at the hospital.

"Sorry if I woke you," I said, walking back over to him.

"No, I woke up myself," he yawned, stretching his arms."Do you wanna tell me what happened last night?". I knew he was going to ask me. I sighed.

"Well, I just found out that my real dad isn't even my dad. And my real dad is Grant Fishman not Paul Carter. My dad didn't eve know. And know everything's screwed up," I explained."And I can't go back home. I can't face them right now. So I guess I'll live on the beach".

"Come stay with me," he offered. I stared at him."In the guest room of course. My parents won't mind. I'll make up some lie".

"I don't know," I shrugged.

"Just say yes," Will said.

"Is that an order?" I asked.

"Maybe," he shrugged."I just have to make you agree". He leaned over and tickled me. I fell into the sand and laughed.

"Stop!" I laughed.

"Is that a yes?" he asked.

"Yes!" I exclaimed. He stopped and he was lying on top of me. He smashed his lips against mine. And I kissed him back.

"Do you know how long I've been dreaming for your lips to be on mine?" Will whispered. He rubbed his nose aginst mine. I giggled.

"How long?" I questioned.

"Llike a million times," he laughed.

"How is it that I'm here with you and after everything that happened yesterday I'm happy?" I asked.

"Because we're perfect for each other, Leslie," Will said.

"I have to go home you know. To get my things," I said. He nodded. He stood up and held out his hand. I grabbed it and stood up. He intwined his fingers in mine and we started walking back to the car."So what does this mean for us?".

"It means I really like you and I want you to be my girlfriend," he smiled. I bit my lip. Could it really be possible for Will to like me?

"What about Katy?" I blurted, as we reached the car. He started the engine. I searched the hospital parking lot for my dad's car but it wasn't there.

"I never liked Katy, Leslie. You're the girl I want to be with. The girl I want to kiss everyday. The girl I need in my life," he said. My hands started to get sweaty.

"Well, if you really want me to I'll be your girlfriend," I grinned.

"Really?After you've been playing so hard to get?" Will questioned.

"I've only been playing so hard to get because I thought you liked Katy. And I hate Katy," I said.

"Why do you and Katy even hate each other?" he asked. I sighed. Story time.

"I know this might be hard to believe but me and Katy used to be best friends. She was nice back then. All the guys thought I was prettier than Katy and she would get jealous sometimes. But we were close. In sixth grade, we met Eric and we became close friends with him. Katy had a huge crush on him and I only knew about it. There was a dance and Eric asked me instead of Katy. She got mad even though I said no.She ignored me at the dance. Later at the dance, Eric kissed me and I pushed him away but not quick enough. When Katy saw she was furious. The next day she told everyone in school that I was a boyfriend stealer. And well thats when she started being a bitch to me and ignored Eric".