Bethany:
Placing the tray with two bowls of soup and hot chocolate on my lap, I nudged Connor to wake up.
"What?" He groaned. "Wait do I smell food?"
I started laughing and he sat up rubbing his eyes. "Yes."
"Mmm and hot chocolate." He giggled.
"I know I'm so excited, I haven't in a while." I said, the grin not leaving my face.
"Thank you baby." He said kissing my check. Then my grin turned into a frown.
"Don't call me baby, that's what my mom calls me." I frowned strait at him.
"Okay then I'll call you, sweetie."
"No, that's what my dad calls me."
"Fine I'll call you betherson."
"Nope my sister calls me that." I laughed.
"Then what am I supposed to call you? Honey? So we can be some old couple?" We laughed together.
"No, just call me Beth." I giggled.
"Alright fine. My Beth. I'll call you my beth because your mine and mine only." He said pulling me closer.
I put my head down taking a sip of my hot chocolate then storing my soup around. I knew this question was going to have to be asked.
"Hey con?"
"Yes?" I could feel his breath as he leaned his head on my neck.
"Well I...how do I say this.."
"Say what?" He looked confused.
"Well it's more of a question." I stared down trying to make no eye contact.
"Then ask me it."
"Well, I was wondering if it bothers you that we have no absolute memory of our first, sex?" He pulled my chin to look at him but I couldn't so I laid my head on his shoulder and grabbed his hand staring into blank.
"Well My beth." He chuckled and I smiled a bit. "I asked myself the same question. And my answer was a no and yes. No because you are now done with the pain. But yes because I can't remember that special moment of ours. But that just means we will have to make next time, extra special." he smirked.
"I love you." I whispered under my breath.
He pulled my face to kiss him. When we pulled away I realized what I was staring at...a blank white wall.
"Connor you know what else bugs me?" I giggled.
"What now?" He said and I hit his arm. "Ow!" We both laughed.
"The plain white wall, it needs something."
"Well miss Bethany Mota what does it need?"
"Polaroids!" I screeched.
I ran to the closet and threw on a black shirt, destroyed shorts, a red and black flannel, and black combat boots.
Connor was wearing jeans, a grey shirt, and a dark blue and green flannel with black converse.
* * *
"Where are we going?" He asked. I wasn't going to be rude, I know how it feels to be in that position.
"An on place down town, it's got a lake, brick walls, graffiti, metal, just a really cool place to take photos."
"Okay." He grinned at me.
We arrived at the place and we hopped out of our car. We bought a lot of film to take a lot of photos.
The first place we went was the brick walls. We stood together doing several poses and goofy faces.
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Wrong Love
Ficção AdolescenteThe Baddie and The Best Friend. Catching feelings are dangerous, just like Scarlett Hampton & Grey Ashton's relationship. Because, when you mix fire with fire, you should never expect it to end well.