AN: I've been in kind of a writers block for a really long time. But I'm going to try and keep going with my two stories for a while. Hope you guys enjoy!

Wes's POV

"Avery," I called knocking on the door quietly. "You ok?" She'd been in there for a good ten minutes doing what sounded a mixture of crying and puking her guts out when I came to check on her.

"Does it sound like I'm ok?" She replied angrily.

"I'm sorry," I answered softly. We'd been together long enough for me to know what not to say to her when she's like this. "I'm coming in ok." I heard a mumble and opened the door. She was lying in the bathtub groaning. I sat down next to her massaging
her forehead. She looked over and smiled.

"Why so you have to be so perfect?" She asked leaning over to plant a kiss on my cheek. I stood up and helped her out of the bathtub and back into her bedroom.

"Hey babe," I said closing the door as she climbed back into bed.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think your mom will here us if we..." I started but then trailed off knowing exactly what would come next.

"If we what? Wes, my head is killing me! What are you talking about?" She asked me whining a bit. I went over and sat on her bed placing a hand on her pajama clad leg. She looked at my hand and then back at my face. She smirked.

"Get over here." She demanded grabbing my hand and pulling me on top of her. I connected out lips gliding my other hand up her side and parking it on the back of her head. She jabbed my lips with her tongue and giggled. I couldn't help but laugh with
her. This always happened whenever we got "intimate". I assume that's why both of us are almost 17 and still virgins. I mean we'd come close plenty of times. But every time we tried to like strip we'd just burst out laughing. Avery and I just found
the subject of sex so ridiculously funny it was impossible not to laugh when I tried to feel her up.

"RiDICulous." I thought to myself still laughing. I broke away gently and laid back down next to her my arm still wrapped around her neck.

"Why can't we do this?" She asked me turning over on her side to face me.

"Oh trust me. Nobody wants this more than I do," I answered. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I imagined the numerous things I wanted to do to her.

"I know." She said. I looked at her confused. "Wes! You get an erection from me sitting down! You think I didn't notice. Why else would I randomly burst out laughing in the middle of English class?"

"Oh yeah! I remember that! Mr. Walters was about to throwyou out, he was so mad!" I burst out laughing again with her remembering the embarrassing yet funny incident that happened while reading Romeo & Juliet 2 months ago. She slapped me
playfully still laughing.

"It's your fault!" She insisted laying on her back. I laid my head on her chest and she stroked my hair. "If little you hadn't decided to spring right when Romeo committed suicide I would have kept my Never-Been-To-The-Principals-Office trend going!"
We both about died of laughter at that point.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" I asked her between laughs and occasional kisses.