One Shot
My orange eyes fixed on the lavender haired teen. He was Paul. The Paul. The idol of my life. Finally, I am able to see him face-to-face, and it's exciting! I anxiously grabbed his hand and gazed into those coal dark eyes of his. They were dark, but they had something pure in them that could draw anyone in. He raised an eyebrow at me as my eyes lit up with absolute glee.
"Oh my gosh, Paul!" I joyfully squealed like a fan girl. "Paul, I'm your biggest fan! I love you so much! You're just too amazing! I love everything about you! I love your battle style and how you train your Pokemon! ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!"
If I knew any better, I wouldn't've even spoken to my idol, but I was blinded by my hyperactive reaction to be able to speak to him like this. He glared into my eyes and made my happiness disappear from me completely.
"Look, Blondie," he began in a cold voice that sent shivers down my spine the more he spoke. It's amazing how one can use an emotionless tone, and manage to sound so cold simultaneously. "I don't care how much you adore me, but stay away from me. You are just a desperate person who really needs to get a life, so do me a favor, if you love me so much, and stay out of mine."
He left me stupefied at those words. I thought this was the best moment of my life, being able to speak to Paul for the first time of my life, and he goes and completely crushes it with his cruel ways. I should've expected him to be this cruel to me though. What would a rock star want with some pathetic, over-obsessed fan boy, anyway?
"Paul... I-..."
"What's your name, Blondie?" He interrupted me. ...Seriously, why does he keep referring to me as a famous female singer? Oh, that's right, he doesn't know my name. Duh!
"Oh, erm, Barry."
"Barry, eh?" Paul scanned me up and down, making me feel like he was judging me out of only my looks. ...Hey, if I was lucky enough, maybe he'd go out with me. "You're pretty cute, for a overly hyper Blond."
"What's that supposed to mean? That all Blonds are stupid??" I retorted.
"Yup, all blonds are stupid, which you've proven perfectly."
"Grr!" I couldn't believe that-.... oh, I can't even say it. He's just a big, fat jerk, in other terms. How dare he treat me like this!
"You said you adored me, Blondie?" Oh, and there the big, fat jerk goes with referring to me as a famous female singer again.....
"Yeah, and?" I questioned him. He drew closer to me and pressed his lips against mine, making me flush as red as a tomato. ...Wait, was this really happening? Was he really kissing me, or was it one of my fantasy dreams again?Just when I started enjoying the kiss, he pulled away.
"C'mon. I'll take you to my place." He smirked. My eyes lit up. This can't be happening... this cannot be happening.
"Really!?" I chirped, only to receive a nod in response. He dragged me down the sidewalk and into a large white mansion. He pulled me upstairs, down a long hallway, and into the last room on the right.... his bedroom. Shit, I knew what was coming... Was I ready for this? Was I really able to handle this?
He pinned me to the bed and kissed my neck seductively. I let out a moan, gripping his jacket, a blush appearing on my cheeks. Paul ran his coarse fingers through my blond hair with one had, while he untied my green scarf with the other. Feeling his chest pressed against mine... it felt nice. I didn't care what I was getting myself into, I was loving every second of it. I didn't want it to end. Never. I was friggin' 16, and I still didn't have my first boyfriend, or first kiss, or anything. I needed to enjoy it right now with Paul. I needed to know what he's already experienced like four times already. I need to have sex!
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I kissed Paul one last time before resting my naked body next to his, wrapping him in my arms. ...Oh, that was the best experience of my life. Never had I thought it would be this enjoyable to give up your virginity so easily... and I didn't regret it.
"So, do you think I'm still cute, now?" I asked, face flushed bright red, and eyes shut. A smile spread across my lips. I couldn't stop smiling after the amazing sex we engaged in moments ago.
"You're cute, but you suck in bed," he replied, eyes shut as well. "though, I don't blame you, since this is your first time."
I smiled more. My heart was beating so fast I thought I was gonna have a heart attack caused from all the pleasure. The closer I got to Paul, the more I began to like him. Maybe even love! Maybe this was all meant to be for me to bump into him earlier, literally, when I went to head back to my house. Yes, it was fate! It was destiny that lead me into Paul's arms. This is true love, I tell you. Nothing could ever ruin what I share with him. Again, I don't regret what I did. Not one bit.