Fanfic number 3, and my second Piley :D So, this takes place a very short time before 'Bad Medicine', but this is obiously just a prolouge, and a very short one at that ): I wanted it to be longer, but I seemed to fit everything that needet to be said in six short paragraphs, so this is more of a sneak peak :) I'll have another longer chapter done very soon :) Disclaimer: C'mon, hun, you know I don't own Degrassi, if I did, then Peter and Riley would have a gay relationship on your TV :) Enjoy!
I should have never spoken to him again. I should have left him to figure out his feelings. I should have made the conclusion that he never would have stopped loving me. I should have been angry at him. I should have been able to go on without being confused.
There are so many things that I should have done, things that any other guy would have done, if Riley had kissed them, but I stuck by him. In fact, ever since he kissed me, we had grown closer. I didn't just feel like I had to stand by him, because he was going through so much pain. No, I wanted to help him.
I had used to be straight, or I thought so, until that one day, in my loft. He was teaching me how to box, and before I knew it his lips were against mine. My first reaction was to be grossed out, a guy was kissing me. But it only took half a second before I felt a spark. I suddenly found myself melting away, into him. It shocked me how normal this felt. It felt like so many other kisses I had. It felt better than a lot of the kisses I had. When I realized this, I had to push him away. He stared at me for only a moment with those blue eyes that made the sky look dim, before he was gone.
Ever since then, I hadn't been able think straight, literally. I would find myself thinking about Riley all of the time, even when I was with Mia. Thoughts of that kiss would run through my mind. His lips were so soft, and smooth. It was becoming too much for me to bear. I was literally addicted to being around him.
I would invite him over every chance I got, text him every night, and met him outside every day after school. We never spoke of the kiss, but I would occasionally make a smart remark about it. There was never an awkward silence, like there should've been. I found my fantasies becoming more and more frequent. I had begun looking at him in the classes we had together, and thinking about him in the classes we didn't. The fact that it was becoming a physical attraction as well was obvious no matter how much I denied it. At some points I would fall in so deep, that I considered leaving him. I knew that wasn't an option though.
I knew that I would stay with him, until I couldn't stand being without him.
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