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                           》natasha《

clifford: babe, are you okay?

clifford: we were in the moment there and you left me hanging :(((

clifford: did I do something wrong?

clifford: I messed up didn't I?

clifford: im sorry :'(((((

clifford: you were just a great kisser and im so into you and you're beautiful and nice and kinda awkward around me and shy and stuff, that makes me adore you more, you know

clifford: please open the door?

clifford: please natasha?

clifford: oh your mom is gone, she went to her friend's.

clifford: just you and I now in this house, alone.

clifford: A L O N E *winky*

clifford: don't make me break the door

clifford: seriously natasha, im going to break the door, right now

me: don't

clifford: thank god! I was about to kick the door! what are you doing? are you okay? is everything alright?

me: everything is fine

clifford: I want explanation.

me: okay, I'll tell you

clifford: not here, open the door

me: okay

clifford: well that was easy aha!

I put my phone on the bed as I make my way to the door. I looked into the keyhole and I saw he's standing in front of it. I opened it slowly and peek at the door. Michael is smiling as soon as I opened the door for him. He entered the room and jumped on my bed. Typical Michael.

"So, are you going to tell me what happened out there?" He started.

"What happen what?" I started to play along, not ready to tell him about what I feel.

"The kiss, we're doing great and you just walked away like that. Is something wrong?" I sighed and laying down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Everything is."

"Hey, what's wrong?" He scooted closer to me and put his arms around me.

"Why are you still here?"

"Because I wanted to spend time with you and no practice for today."

"This doesn't feel right. You should go back to your bands." I pushed him away and he grabbed my wrist.

"What happen? Is it about me? Why are you like this all of sudden?" He questioned, confused at what I'm doing to him.

"This, us. This is wrong! You can't just kissed me when we first met! You followed me home and you're literally staying here and my parents started to like you! I don't want this!" I let it out, closing my eyes. I don't have the guts to see him right now.

"You don't want this? I do want this! I want your parents to like me, so I can take their daughter out with permission from your parents. I don't want to sneak you out and influence you with my bad behaviour, I want you to be good." He explained, standing in front of me, his hands on my cheeks, pulling my chins up so his eyes mets mine.

"What about the kiss?"

"Kiss? I like you too much. Even though, we're only texting, I like you already. If you don't like that I kissed you that night, then I'm not sorry."

"You're not sorry? What on Earth are you talking about?" I scrunched my nose and eyes.

"I like your kisses. I'm not sorry for kissing you. I'm glad that I'm your first kiss. You don't know how happy I am inside, your smile makes everyone smiles, and your eyes makes me fall for you."

That left me breathless.

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sorry for not updating :-(
school sucks, they stressed me out. I don't think I learn anything. I studied Accounting and Economy, I don't think I understand anything.

well, let's start a band?

hey im joining the young writers awards and I kind of need help on creating it. Comment here if you have any ideas. :-)

and a guy that I like for so long like I like 5sos and 1D level actually followed me and his name is Chris Collins aka WeeklyChris. He tweeted me too :-((

love you lots
-nats