A/N Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic so please tell me what you think of it.
A shout out to my BEST FRIEND NAOMI! Thank-you for inspiring me to write this story.
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TPOV
I had just kissed Artie for the second time. We were looking at each other, and it was silent. Finally, Artie broke the silence. "We should probably get going."
I nodded. I was absolutely DYING to get out of these clothes! Pink? SO not my colour! I got up from my seat, took hold of Artie's wheelchair and started pushing. "I'm sorry I yelled at you before." I said.
"Don't worry about it. You had every right to." Artie told me. Artie was just that kind of guy. Easy-going, laid-back. He forgave everyone for everything. It was no wonder I loved him…wait…I LOVE him! Where did that come from? I snapped out of my thoughts, I would think about it later, I told myself. Artie was talking to me. "…I was thinking we could go to that place where they have those really nice pies…Tina? Tina?"
"What?" I asked, feeling completely stupid.
"I said that maybe we could go to that pie place on Saturday…"
"Sorry. I'm busy Saturday. I have to…babysit my mum's friend's baby." I lied. I hope he couldn't tell. Artie's face fell slightly. "Oh. Well then, maybe another time" We had reached the front of the school, where Artie's dad was waiting. 'Okay. Thanks Tina. See ya around." Artie said as he wheeled off. He opened his mouth, but then shut it again and wheeled away. I stood there and watched him go.
When I got home later, I flopped onto my bed and thought. I LOVE Artie? What could that mean? I already knew the answer. It meant I loved him. I thought and thought, and decided that I would tell him the next time I saw him, which would be very soon, I smiled mischievously. I got up and started walking to Artie's house.
APOV
I was doing my homework when I heard a knock at the door. I was alone in the house. My dad had gone to work after dropping me home. I wheeled around to the door while calling "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I opened it. Tina was standing there.
"Hey!' I said, happily. I was always happy around Tina. I loved her. I was going to tell her that afternoon, but I chickened out at the last minute. "Hey." She said, as she walked in. That's one of the things I love about her. She takes charge and does what she wants.
"So…what are you doing here?" I asked, warily. I still hadn't forgotten the last time she came over without notice. She had taken me roller-skating. I still had bruises on my legs from where she had run into the walls. Hey, it's not easy roller-skating while pushing a wheelchair, apparently. Anyway, Tina strode into my room and sat down on my bed. "Artie…we need to talk." Uh-oh…this didn't sound good. Tina continued talking "I haven't known you for very long, but I've come to realise something…" she took a deep breath, "Me too, actually, I was going to tell you today, but…"
"I think I love you." We said at the same time. I… we, stopped and looked at each other. I knew she was telling the truth, and I knew that she knew I was too.
I leaned in. She did to.
And that…was our third kiss.