"I love you," He smiled.
"I love you too," I returned the gesture.
He pulled me close to him and wrapped his strong arms around me. We stayed there for awhile.
"You wanna take it to the next step?" He asked.
"Im a virgin," I stated shyly.
"That's okay. I'll wait," He assured me.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"You don't have to be quiet around me, Princess," He stated.
"I know, it's just a sensitive topic," I shrugged.
"It is for everybody," he replied.
"Even for you?" I asked.
"Yes," He sighed.
I raised my eyebrows quickly, surprised.
"Don't act that surprised, I'm not that much of a player," He said, and his eyes widened at his own word choice, "I mean Im not a player at all," He corrected himself with a awkward cough.
"You're a joke, Hemmings," I chuckled slightly.
"Only the funniest," He added to my comment.
"True that," I dubbed.
"You better believe it," He smiled.
"I do," I raised my hands in defense.
"Put your hands down miss defenseless," He joked, it took awhile to register what he was saying.
I giggled, "Never, mister defense-men."
"You got me there," He admitted.
"I know I did, that's why I said it, dork-ous," I teased.
"Im not a dork-ous, Princess. Far from it," He stated.
"It was a joke, Sir Serious," I teased again.
"Wow, aren't you on a roll?" He asked sarcastically, adding a eye roll.
"Obviously," I scoffed jokingly.
"More like, obviously not," He laughed.
"Is that an insult?" I asked my voice was laced with false offense.
"If you want it to be," He shrugged.
"Whatever, Hemmings," I sighed.
"Anytime, Princess," He smiled geekily.
"Idiot," I muttered under my breath.
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number 96 :: lrh
RandomLuke Hemmings, nothing but a normal teenage boy. He plays hockey, and goes to parties. He had many plans, but the small girl that came crashing into his life was not one of them. He never knew what their friendship would turn into or how much of an...
