Liar, Liar

Chapter Twenty Three - Kisses & Lies

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The kiss was all kinds of good, but it was bad. It was thrilling and exciting and amazing yet dangerous and devious. I didn't want to sound cheesy, but all through me I felt tingles and butterflies fluttered my stomach, even now, after the kiss. It was as if fireworks had gone off unexpectedly and I couldn't help but just stare at the sky.

Except it wasn't the sky, it was James' eyes. His beautiful, mysterious dark eyes.

He leaned down and kissed me on my right cheek, then after that my left cheek.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that, Andy."

I love the way he says my name. And the way you can tell his going to break out into a cheeky grin before he even does. And I love that his lips are soft against mine, but rough at the same time.

Now he kissed my nose, and forehead.

"I like you. A lot." He smiled down at me, mesmerizing me with his gorgeous self. No kidding.

I giggled, tipsiness making its way back to me.

"You're so beautiful." He stated. It didn't feel like a compliment. It felt like a fact; a statement. When he called me nice things, I believed it. "And smart. Strong, funny, sexy."

My arms found their way around his neck, and I used my hands to pull his face to mine.

Our lips didn't touch; his just hovered over mine.

"When I'm with you, I don't want to just take you to bed. I wanna talk to you, listen to what you have to say." He looked like he was in pain but at the same time loving what he was going through. "You're the most amazing person I've met."

I smiled adoringly at James. His the amazing one.

How had I got this lucky? Am I dreaming?

"God, if this is a dream, I'm gonna wake up screaming," I laughed lightly that he'd practically spoke my thoughts. "I'm such a pussy, Andy. All this time and I couldn't even ask you to be mine."

My heart stopped. His. I would love to be called his girl. James is... Words can't describe how great he is, or how I feel about him.

This had to be fake. How could this be real? His James and me? I'm just Andy.

When he first talked to me; that first day at the cafeteria, when he butted in and told me to get spaghetti and there was none. I hadn't believed that he'd talked to me, let alone joked with me.

Now that I'd gotten to know him better; his sister, his parents, his uncle, his grief. And then how he could be so sweet and lovely.

And it was even harder for me to believe that he acknowledged me.

"We met at least three months ago, but I have fallen for you hard, Andrea. And I know its crazy," He kissed my neck lightly, making me smile. "Its so, so crazy. But... Can you give me a chance? I really like you."

"What are you asking, James?" He kissed my neck on the other side lightly, making me giggle again.

"You're making this harder," he laughed. I noticed a woman walking past, a digusted look on her face. I felt like sticking my to.gie out at her but held back. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

I pretended to think about the answer, a finger on my chin. Looking up at him, I smiled brightly and crashed my lips to his. This time it was just as good as the first. Tingles ran up from my toes to my nose.

Again, no kidding.

When we pulled away from each other, he grinned cheekily at me.

"So... That's a yes?"

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I woke up in a bed with James. My dress from last night was still crinkled around my waist, as well as the Brazilian boy's heavy arm slung around it also.

Slowly I slid out from under his arm and bent down to slip on my shoes. When I turned around, James had his head resting on his hand with his elbow propped up on the bed.

"Usually its the boy sneaking off the next morning," he raised his eyebrows. "And we didn't even have sex."

Even though we still had our clothes on and it was evident we most likely didn't do the deed, I still let out a sigh of relief.

I wanted to wait with him. His different.

Then I crawled back on the bed and proceeded to do to him what he'd done to me last night in the street. I kissed him on the forehead, whispering 'you're amazing' to him. Then on both cheeks and his nose.

"I'm yours, James." I brought my lips to his. I could tell that the taste and feel of his mouth was never going to get old. "I'm not going to do any sneaking off."

Before I could stand up again, James pulled me down and wrapped his arms around me.

"Are you going back to school tomorrow?" He asked. I thought about it.

There's no harm in the idea. "Sure, why not?" I replied. "Why do you ask that?"

"Because, I needed to know if you were graduating." He stated. I pulled back slightly to look at his face in surprise.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked, slightly confused.

James smiled, "I didn't say you wouldn't be. I was just curious." He kissed my mouth quickly, then said, "and only graduates can go to prom."

I laughed, realizing that's the only reason he wanted to know. To see if I was going to the prom.

"Yes, James. I'll be attending the prom. And if you want; yes, I'll come with you."

He grinned up at me, "thanks for clearing that up quickly."

After about five minutes of cuddling and kissing, I sighed. "I'd love to do this all day, but I cant. I have to meet someone."

James didn't press who it was, and I was kind of grateful. One, because I didn't even know her name. And two, because it was touchy with Rick.

I'd tell him after I met with her.

Walking outside the hotel, I called a taxi on the way down.when it arrived, I hoped in. Checking the time, I see its already 8:30.

I gave the driver the address to the park, and at ten past nine we arrive. Handing the guy the right amount of cash, I stepped out onto the green grass and looked around.

As soon as I came across her blonde hair, I started toward her.
This is it.

She saw me approaching her when I was about a foot away.

"Hey, Andy. How are you?" She started off.

"Good. Who are you? How do you know my brother?" I wanted to rip off the bandaid quickly. We'd talk, I'd have a cry maybe, and we would seperate.

Easy as that.