When I said "Next to Me"

Ally

Austin

Ever since my mom died, my dad had never been the same. Yesterday, he was hospitalized in a car wreck for drunk driving. He'll be fine, but I was just so depressed, I went to Austin's, as I always did when I was upset.

I told him what happened, and started crying. Somehow, my head ended up in his lap, right where his uh…crotch is. But I was too upset to care, and I don't think he did, by the way he was stroking my hair.

"Listen Ally, everything will be okay. You're okay, your dad's okay, and I'm here. Everything will be okay."

"I know. I just…I just want you to comfort me. You do the best of anyone. Like you understand. That's one of the reasons that I want you."

Before I could finish my sentence, Austin cut me off.

"Huh!"

"Not like that! You didn't let me finish my sentence!"

"Oh. Okay. Sorry." He said in a relieved tone.

I figured that now was a better time than any to tell him. I had already started telling him, before he cut me off.

"I was saying that I want…I want you t-to be my b-b-boyfriend. I love you."

After that, Austin just looked shocked for about 5 minutes. That's when I lost it, and started crying in his lap again.

"I-I knew it! That you didn't love me back! And now, I've ruined our whole relationship, a-a-and things we'll never be the same between us! I'm the worst person ever!"

After sobbing for another 2 minutes, Austin finally responded.

"You're right. Things will never be the same between us again."

I looked up at him in shock, and I was about to leave and start crying again, when he finally rolled over on his bed and spoke up.

"Ally, listen to me. Lay down. Now. Next to me. I need to tell you something."

I did. But he didn't say what I thought he would say. Once I laid down, he spoke again.

"Scoot over. When I said next to me, I meant next to me. I want to be able to whisper in your ear."

So I did. Right when our bodies touched, I tried to move over, but he grabbed me.

"No. Stay there. That's where I want you."

"O-Okay. What do you want to tell me?"

Finally, after what seemed like hours of just lying there next to each other, he answered my question in the quietest whisper I have ever heard.

"I love you too. I have since I first met you. I would be honored to be your boyfriend. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes." I whispered back.

We just laid there for another few minutes. Finally, I spoke up.

"A-Austin?"

"Yeah?"

"Since we're dating now, can I ask you 2 personal, and I mean personal, questions."

"Come at me"

"My first question is have you had your first kiss."

"No. Have you?"

"No."

"Would you like to change that, Ally-Gator?"

"Sure. But first, I wanna ask you my 2nd question."

"Hit me."

"Okay. Did it make you feel…. Weird when I cried into your….crotch area?"

"No. I actually kinda…liked it. Gosh, now I sound perverted!"

"No you don't. I had the same opinion. Now, how about that first kiss?"

"On the count of three. 1, 2,"

We didn't make it to 3. We hit each other at 2. Soon, we started making out, him on top of me.

And that's how we got to where we are today. Both 30 years old and with 2 kids.

I'm glad he drummed with corndogs.