Hey, peoples! I'm not exactly sure how I'm coming up with all these stories all of a sudden, but I'm not going to complain! I think this is a good'un! Though it could've been longer, I really could've gotten more out of this. Oh, well. Too late for coulda, shoulda, wouldas. On now with the story!

The Encounter

I want her.

We would often talk. During, before, and after school. She has told me things she wouldn't dare repeat to anyone. Not even her own boyfriend.

She wants him.

She chose him.

They fight, they argue, they break up. Only then is she in my arms, crying tears of disappointment into my chest. I soothed her with the less than truthful words, "Don't worry, he still loves you."

She would sooth me back with the question, "Why can't he be more like you?"

Why couldn't I be him?

She reached an arm around my neck and kissed me. I held her tightly and kissed her back. She stepped backward until we were both securely sitting on my bed.

She teased me.

She giggled as she brushed her supple lip against my ear.

I need her.

I gently caressed her warm and flush skin causing her to jump in surprise and soon after whimper in desire.

I teased back.

I chuckled as she attacked my lips once again.

Giggles soon turned to moans. Those moans escalated in volume, becoming louder with each passing moment. Temperature increased. Heartbeats accelerated. The clock began to move at an abnormally dawdling velocity as did everything else in the room. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to a moment. Our moment. Our moment together. But, much to my displeasure, it was soon over.

"I love you, Simon."

I sighed, but never said a word; knowing, no matter what was said next, she would go back to him.

And she did.

He plastered on a sorry smile and fed her one of his cheap and overly used lines, but she offered her sympathy.

How do I love someone so simple? A question I often asked myself. That being so, I couldn't help but.

Brittany made me promise not to mention what happened to anyone. Especially Alvin.

I reluctantly agreed to never say a word.

Until our next encounter.

Oh, how I anticipated their next fight.

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Well, that's the best really short, romantical, one-shot I've ever written. At least that's my opinion. What do you guys think? Please don't say something like. "I'm not usually a fan of this couple, but this was really good." That's not what I want to see. You've already told me that, you don't have to tell me every time you review. You know who you are. Give me a real review! One that makes me think. Think about... stuff!