Moze walked innocently down the school hallways, smiling, already creating ideas for her new science project in her mind.
Suddenly, a pair of arms grabbed her and pulled as hard as they could. Moze gave a little yelp, remembering the stories in the newspaper that she had heard about kidnapping! Oh, no!
Around her it was dark. Moze could see nothing. All of the sudden, a she felt something pressing against her lips, passionately, begging for more.
Oh. It wasn't a kidnapper. It was Ned.
Every since a few months ago, Ned had started kissing Moze at random moments. Moze would have liked to say that she was disgusted by him, but really she loved every second of it. Sometimes, their kisses were innocent, sweet, and small, and Moze adored those kisses. She would have liked to say that those kind were her favorite, but she knew she was sickening because her favorite kind were the intense, passionate, full-of-tongue-action ones. Moze despised herself for this...but she just couldn't seem to stop it.
Ned kissed her from many different angles, his tongue already inside her mouth. Moze moaned, as she sucked on his tongue a little. She could feel his hands pressing gently against her cheeks, and hers against his, already. She attached her lips, then re-attached, hungrily wanting more and more. Moze even attempted at getting her whole mouth inside of his. She felt the sly, shy touch of Ned's hands reaching up her back. Her shirt remained on, as it always did, but she could feel his hands...playing with her bra strap.
"No!" Moze suddenly pulled away.
"What is it?" Ned asked, sounding so innocent. He tried to re-kiss her by crashing down against her, but Moze was actually stronger than him, so she merely pushed him away.
"I can't do this anymore."
"Yes you can. And we were just getting good!"
"Ned, you sicken me." Moze put on a disgusted look, not remembering that Ned could not see her.
"And you sicken me. Let's keep going. I know a certain shirt that's just begging to be pulled off...though not the bra," Ned added, after realizing what Moze' face must have looked like.
"No! I don't even know where we are!" Moze exclaimed.
"In the custodian's closet. Now can we keep going?" Ned answered, simply.
"No, no, no!" Moze opened the door, and she squinted as lights flooded the small room. She now noticed mops and brooms outlining the perimeter of the small closet.
Without another word (or secretly, before she could change her mind), Moze strutted out of the closet, head held high, and returned to her normal activities of free period.
"Moze!" Ned called after her, desperate (though he knew it was wrong) for more. He sighed. Why did she always do that so suddenly? Girls were just so confusing to him. But Ned knew that he needed Moze. She was the one for him.
Ned dragged his feet down the hallway, completely miserable.
The next day, Ned walked innocently down the school hallways, smiling, already creating ideas for his new history project in his head.
Suddenly, a pair of arms pulled him into a dark, enclosed space. Ned gasped, flailing his arms, remembering an article in the newspaper he had read about some recent kidnappings.
After the door was closed, making it totally dark, Ned felt something pressing against his lips. It was Moze.
She broke away just long enough to say these words:
"Sorry about yesterday. I tried to avoid you, but I couldn't take it any longer."
The End.
A/N: I know, you guys, that this is a little intense for my type of writing. But I hope you enjoyed it! Please, don't flame, if you didn't like it, please just give constructive critisism. Thank you.