Unperfect Love:
Intro
Nana's POV
I just laid there, in my queen sized bed, covered by my pale yellow and blue comforters, starring at my oh-so high cieling. Thinking, knowing that Nick and i are cheating on eachother. But technically, we're not cheating, kissing someone, isnt cheating, making out with some one is cheating. Dancing with someone, isnt cheating, having sex with them, is. Okay so yeah, i threw a couple of kisses at the guy, but who can blame him? He was football's team running back, he had that natural tan. Surprisingly, he was asian. I totally thought he was white at first. His bod, is to die for. That sexy 'V' lining i love close to his pelvis area, ooh how it turned me on. He had that cute, chinky eyes, like mines, except chinkier, the adorable pitch black spikey hair most asians have. That 'gangster look'. The baggy pants, the LRG tee shirts. The caps, the Vans or Jordans. Ooooh just how they were at home. It bothered me so much knowing, i was cheating on Nick with him.. Whats his name again? Oh! Yeah! Justin...
Nick's POV
I have to tell her, but im pretty sure she knows. So i started hanging out with Miley again. So, i cuddled with her, almost half naked in bed with her. But come on, who wouldnt right? As much as i would kill for Miley's body, i'd commit suicide for Nana's. Nana had that coke bottle shape. The natural tan, the silky soft skin. And that million dollar smile. Miley's alright, girly, kinky, the typed that'd make me horny. But it was all action for Miley. She'd be so seductive towards me. But Nana, it'll be words that she'd shoot out, words baby. Usually words would bore me but to this girl, it'll make me feel like im falling in love all over again. But she was the innocent type. Miley, one look at her and you can tell she wasnt a virgin. I dont know, but im in love with Nana. Miley's probably just a booty call. What do i mean probably? She is just a booty call. It just bothers me so much, knowing, we'll cheat on eachother, and act like nothing happened. We do fuss and fight alot, but then she'd have that pissed off face, she'd turn red, and she'll start lecturing me. But i'd never listen to her. It's always gazing, dreaming. And then outta no where, i'd pin her on what ever's closest to me, a bed, a couch, a love sac, a chair, or maybe even the wall and just kiss her all over. But of course, we'd never be intamite. I've made a comitment. We both promised eachother we'd be eachother's first, together or not. She specifaclly said: "If we're not together by the time we're married, we dont have to lose it with our husband or wife, we can meet up the beach and have our first time there. I'd love to have sex on the beach. The cold sand, the sound of the ocean. Oooooh baby!"