You Make Me Beautiful

Chapter 13: Would you kiss me right now?

Samantha walks out of the room and we both burst into laughter about her last remark. That girl knows how to be funny, that's for sure. We stop laughing. We here Sam scurry down the stairs. I hold back a chuckle. Now what?

"We both know that Samantha leaving wasn't because she needed to help Patricia, right?" Davy asks.

"Yup, I didn't believe that for one second." I smile, shaking my head.

"Then do we both know why she left like that?" He asks. I nod, understanding what he means. But, here? In my room? Was I going to kiss Davy Anderson in my freaking bedroom? The same Davy that Had been my childhood friend for years- until the falling out with? Drake wasn't home yet, Sam obviously wanted us to, Patricia's kept busy by Samantha, and my Dad was still at work. Why not? I look and Davy's staring at me, his wild eyes intense and on me. I stare at him. He slides closer to me. Then, he honestly drives me absolutely insane with this, he leans closer so that he is once again inches from my face. And he says,

"If you knew I wanted to, would you kiss me right know?" He smiles the widest grin I'd ever seen, and I lean in, putting hand on his neck pulling him to me. We are now touching noses and I close my eyes. I have no idea what I am doing, but I feel his lips land on mine. Chills run up and won my spine. My heart is beating rapidly. I am almost trembling from the shock wave of it all. Although it only lasts a few seconds, I can still feel everything that I just felt as he pulled away. I couldn't help it. I let out a laugh, he laughs too. Then, without warning, he leans back in for another kiss. This time I lay back on my bed and pull him on top of me.

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I have been kissed dozens of times, I'm in high school, I'm seventeen. What do you expect? I have had boyfriends, they all were a bunch of douches, and yet, somehow, I'm not gun shy. I'm here. In my house. In my room. On my bed. With Davy Anderson on top of me, kissing me. And who's to say that he's different than he others, well the reality is that I don't know, yet. That doesn't change the fact that I am here, right now, kissing a guy I met two days ago. There's a knock on the door. We quickly scramble off of each other, giggling. I couldn't help it.

"Come in." I say, throwing a look at Davy, who's smiling. Samantha walks in. She gasps.

"You guys did it, didn't you?" She sits on the floor again. "You kissed?"

"Mhmm." Is all I can say.

"Okay, if you can spare a few minutes, dinner is ready." She laughs and stands up. We nod, standing up. I begin to walk out, when Davy grabs my wrist. He pulls me back into the room after Sam had gone downstairs. I raise my eyebrows, in question.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" I laugh. I nod.

"But you make me beautiful." I can see him cringe, "Hey, it isn't that cheesy." I say. He just rolls his eyes and shrugs pulling me out of the room.

"We'd better eat before Sam assumes we are doing "other things." I nod, laughing at him.