Just Friends- But Not Forever (a chris brown story)

chapter 3

I don't know why I did it. I just wasn't thinking. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he tightened his arms around my waist. I was kissing my best friend. Someone I had known since I was like three years old. I thought it would feel awkward, but the warm feel of his lips against mine was anything but awkward. Then I realized he was kissing me back. He was kissing me back. In that moment, I knew I felt more for him. More than friendship. And then I realized that it had been like that for a long time, but I had never embraced that fact. I pulled away a little, putting a centimeter between our lips. Chris made a sound of disappointment and pulled me back. The force in which he pulled me back into him and the shock had forced my mouth open, and I could feel his breath in my mouth. That's when I knew that I had to stop. Even if I did love him, and even if he did love me, I had to talk to him first before we could become more than friends. I pulled away and slid to the other side of the bench. His fingers curled around mine, and I knew he didnt want to talk. I looked away. "Chris I can't kiss you again."

"Why not?" Wow. He actually sounded disappointed. "Because its not right. You know we're only supposed to be friends."

"But we could be more." I felt his breath tickle my ear. "Chris, I want to, I just-"

"You want to? What could possibly be the problem?" I turned around and met chris' eyes. I could feel his breath against my lips, and I got the sudden urge to kiss him again. What the heck was WRONG with me? He placed his hands on the wall behind me, forcing my back against it. "Kylie, please tell me why. Do you want me to kiss you?" He threatened again. I laughed. "You can't really use that as a thre anymore because I want to." Chris came closer, his chest pressing up against me. "Then do it. I guess you know who my crush is now."

"Since the THIRD grade?"

"Mm-Hm. I told you, we could be more than friends." I took his baseball cap off so I could see his eyes. Wow. I guess he had the problem all along. Chris came closer, straddling me and taking my face in his hands. "We could be more than friends, and both of us want to." He leaned in again, sliding his hands down to my waist and touching his lips to mine. Whatever. To h**l with it. I had tried to make him my friend for as Long as possible, but I guess that just wasn't going to work. I pulled him closer and scooted away from the wall, laying back on the bench. He was a good kisser, I had to admit. The way his soft lips moved against mine made me feel like I was in heaven. His lips traveled down my neck, and I took this opportunity to speak. "Chris, come over tonight."

"You're parents will think its weird if I come home with you when you were supposed to be with Eric."

"I didn't mean in front of my parents." I whispered into his ear. "Oh, you are bad." Chris chuckled. "You should know that by now. You've known me for 11 years." I replied. Chris touched the tip of his nose to mine. "Hmmmmm. I guess that IS true." Chris pressed his lips to my shoulder blade. "The dance is about to end." I sat up, with Chris still in my lap. I put the baseball cap back on his head. He adjusted us so that I was positioned in his lap. "We're still just friends though. I can't kiss you again." I said. A shocked expression crossed his face. "What?" I smiled and kissed him again. "Just kidding." I smiled wider when I caught the expression on his face. It was still weird that I was kissing my best friend. I bit my lip when I considered what we were going to do tonight. I wasn't going to have sex with him, because we were WAY too young. The farthest I would allow included both of us being in our underwear. That had happened before, of course, but we just slept in the same bed. We didn't like each other at that time in the way that we did now. "So you'll come over tonight, right?" I asked. "I'll be there." He promised. "Okay." I slid off his lap and sat next to him as the doors to the gym opened, and everyone came running outside. I just sat in the shadows with Chris, waiting for my mom or dad to come pick me up. Chris and I both saw Eric exit the gym, and he was with another girl. Wow. He was such a bi**h. When I saw my moms car pull up, I got up and hurried over. She hadn't seen me with Chris in the shadows. "How was the dance?" She asked. "It was okay. Eric and I had a good time, but I just don't like him that much once I got to know him."

"Oh. That's too bad." My mom said. "Yeah." But I found someone better than Eric. ;) someone that had been right under my nose the whole time. When we got inside, I told both my parents about the dance, leaving out the part where Eric tried to touch my a** and Chris intervened. I texted Chris as I walked up the stairs to bed, my parents right behind me.

Text convo:

Me- Chris u can come ovr now my parents r goin 2 bed

Chris- OK baby I b there soon

Kylie- oh so I'm baby now?

Chris- ;) you'll find out

(End text convo)

I laughed and put my phone on my nightstand as I crawled into bed. I just waited and waited until I finally heard my phone vibrate. I picked it up and read the message:

Chris- I'm here come downstairs and open the door

I got out of bed and crept downstairs, opening the door quietly to reveal Chris. He stepped inside and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind as I turned my back to him to shut the door. He pressed his lips to my neck, pulling me along as he headed upstairs to my room. When I shut the door and turned around, Chris was standing there, shirtless. I spotted the tattoo of Jesus on his right arm, and tried to hold back a laugh. He had gotten that tattoo last year when he turned 13. I had been with him, and he cried like a b**ch the whole time. But he looked- well there was no other way to describe it- sexy without his shirt. His abs stood out, and he had a six-pack. I already knew all of this of course, because I had seen him shirtless A number of times. I brushed past him as I headed towards the bed, crawling under the covers and hiding my head under there, too. A couple seconds later I felt him crawl under the covers with me, snuggling close to me. "I'm tired. Leave me alone." I mumbled jokingly. "Trust me, you'll be tired in an hour or so." Chris said, curling his arm around my waist and fitting me into the curve of his body. I turned around and slid the blanket off our heads. Chris leaned in and kissed me, and I didn't waste any time by grabbing his lower lip between my teeth. He groaned and I covered his lips with my own again, trying to silence him. My parents room was right across the hall. Chris slid the shirt I had changed into off, moving his lips to my stomach. Now it was my turn not to groan. I tugged his pants off so I could feel more of him against me. Chris used his teeth to pull my pants down, sliding them the rest of the way off with his hands. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved his lips back to mine. "Baby, wait."