Hello everyone! Welcome back. Thank you all so much for your wonderful reviews on the first chapter. I've been so anxious to get this next chapter out to you that I didn't exactly finish it to the point that I wanted to. I left it at a good enough stopping point so that way I could upload it sooner rather than later. I hope you like it!
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Chapter One: The Reunion
Finally! My favorite class of the day.
I eagerly stepped through the doors of Mrs. Lancaster's AP Literature class and made my way towards the back of the room where my desk resided. I always looked forward to 5th period. Since the 4th grade, when I discovered my raw talent for poetry and literature, I had always striven to succeed in every English class I took. Even after the subject of my best work was gone, I still had my passion to write.
Today marks 7 years and 14 days since Arnold decided to move to San Lorenzo with his parents. Not that I'm keeping count or anything. After being reunited with his parents on our class trip, and their brief return back to Hillwood, his parents felt that the Green Eyed People still needed to be cared for. As an ancient civilization that chose to remain hidden, they didn't have the proper resources they needed to ensure a healthy survival. Their main concern, mostly Stella's concern, was that they had no access to medical care for their sick and elderly. And Arnold, not being able to bear the thought of separating from his parents once again, decided to join them on their journey. It was one of the hardest decisions he's ever had to make...or so he says.
Shortly before his departure, Arnold and I had become "exclusive". Finally, he returned the feelings I harbored for so long. So when he made his choice to leave, I told him we should break things off now before it became too complicated. But, the stubborn football head was determined to fight for us. That was one thing I could always count on. His blind, sunny optimism would always counteract my antagonistic ways. Reason number 6,452 why I was so in love with the little twerp.
We successfully remained in contact for the first year of our long distance relationship. Weekly letters, poor-signaled phone calls, even the occasional video chat. Sadly, what I had feared was slowly becoming a reality. We both realized we felt more depressed than happy about staying in touch. Mainly because we knew our relationship would never grow this way. We could never go on dates, or hold hands, or even kiss. How can a relationship work under those circumstances?
In as civilized a process as possible, we made the mature decision to remain just friends. We both needed to move on, and to focus on our futures. Even if that meant our futures didn't include each other.
With Arnold out of the picutre, I directed all of my energy into school and extraciricular activities. I became the star player on the HIllwood High softball team, and kept my GPA in tip-top shape. I was determined to leave Hillwood after graduation, and the only way that would happen is to make sure my grades are good enough to get into any college I want as far away as possible. Which is also what brings me to take classes such as AP Literature. The easier it is to get into college the better it is for me.
Today didn't seem to feel different from any other typical day. But the class seemed to be extra conversive this afternoon. None of my childhood friends, besides Phoebe, took AP classes. But with as many strengths as Phoebe posessed when it came to school, English was definitely not one of them. This left me as a "Lone Wolf" in 5th period. I tried to stay reserved, especially since people still annoyed me most days. But today, I was way too curious to know what everyone was fussing about to care about my reputation.
"Hey. What is everyone yappin' about?" I leaned over to the girl on my right. She was a fairly pretty brunette with thick-framed glasses surrounding her hazel eyes. It's a shame I never bothered to know her name. She seemed nice.
She smiled brightly at me. Almost as if she was estatic that I was finally talking to her. "Apparently there's a tranfer student coming into our class today." she responded. Her cheery voice reminded me a lot of Sheena.
I could only scoff in reply. "What kind of sap would tranfer to a knew school a month before summer break? And in an AP class? Poor sucker."
She shook her head with an amused smile on her face. " Mrs. Lancaster said that he went to school in South America. And was in the top of his class." I could hear the girls sitting in front of us giggle while listening to our conversation. Of course the girls would go gaga over some foreign transfer student. Idiots.
"Alright, class. Settle down." Mrs. Lancaster's voice rose above the useless chatter. Everyone began to settle into their seats and the voices slowly died down until there was complete silence.
Mrs. Lancaster and I absolutely hated each other when we first met. She insisted that my personal poetry lacked emotion and that my interpretation of Shakespearean was invalid because of that said lack. I was sure she was out to ruin my chances of maintaining my stellar GPA, but I later saw that her critique on my work challenged my creativity. This, in turn, brought out a side of my writing I didn't even know I possessed. She later told me that she saw in me a version of herself back in high school. Talented, arrogant, and needed to be knocked down a few pegs in order to release her true potential as a successful writer. I'll never admit it, but I've grown so much because of her. Granted, she's no , but she's an extremely close second.
"As discussed earlier, we do have a new student joining us today. He's spent the last few years in South America doing charity work while also attending school. So, please be kind and give him a warm welcome." Mrs. Lancaster then walked back toward the door to open it for the student in question. "Come on in, dear."
Trying not to seem as curious as the rest of the class, I kept myself distracted during the introduction she gave. If I was honest with myself, I wanted nothing more than to look up from my desk to see the guy that everyone was raving about.
He's probably just some fancy-pancy foreigner with tan skin, and brown eyes, and some stupid accent that makes him sound like something out of a cheesy telenovela.
After much internal debate, I figured one small glance wouldn't kill me. Boy, was I wrong.
As soon as I picked my head up, the sight made my heart drop. It must've dropped straight into my lungs because I felt like I couldn't breathe. There was a nearly forgotten warm sensastion in the pit of my stomach. The warmth seemed to travel into my face. I felt uncomfotably feverish.
The first thing I noticed was yellow. Yellow tufts of hair sticking out from a familiarly gorgeous specimen of an oddly-shaped head. Parting the hair to look like two fields of yellow corn was that adorably small blue cap I remembered. "This must be a dream." I thought to myself. "It can't be-"
"Arnold!"
Suddenly, I noticed the entire class turn to stare at me. I placed my fingertips lightly on my lips. Did I just say that out loud?
Looking back towards and the football-headed boy, I couldn't help but notice that he was grinning from ear to ear. I never knew I could miss someone's smile so much.
"I'm sorry, do you two know each other?" Mrs. Lancaster asked while looking between Arnold and me.
"Oh, yeah. We go way back." Arnold replied in his newly pubescent voice. The sound of it almost felt like pure silk was being draped across my body. It sent a comforting shiver down my spine. "Isn't that right, Helga?" Instant pins and needles.
I gulped to try and remove the obvious lump I felt in my throat.
"Well, then! What a nice coincidence. Arnold, why don't you take that empty seat on the left of Helga." Mrs. Lancaster suggested. Arnold nodded eagerly.
With the blush still evident in my cheeks, I couldn't bring myself to do anything but stare at Arnold wide-eyed while he sat down beside me. His gaze never left mine.
"Okay. Everyone please take out your copy of Othello and turn to page 26. We're picking up where we left off yesterday..." I could hear Mrs. Lancaster's voice fading in the background as I mindlessly grabbed for my worn out copy of Othello. Still never taking my eyes off of Arnold while doing so.
For some reason, my mind was having difficulty comprehending the sight in front of me. It wouldn't allow me to believe that he was really here. I was in a lucid dream-like state. Everything around me became hazy. The only object that was perfectly defined amongst the blur was him...Arnold. My beloved Arnold.
Before I could be completely swallowed by those familiar, and completely enticing green eyes, my pride took control of my reflexes and snapped my head to the book in my hands. I could hear him chuckle quietly. It was almost scary how aware I had became of his actions. Every move he made was so evident to me that it caused me to shift in response. I could still feel his gaze locked onto me. It was becoming almost painful.
"-ga...elga...HELGA!"
"Huh!?" The sudden exclamation of my name caused me to flinch. My eyes went to the front of the classroom where I noticed along Mrs. Lancaster with the rest of the class was focused on me.
"I asked if you would kindly let Arnold read along with you since he doesn't have his own copy yet." She repeated slightly annoyed. She could tell I obviously wasn't paying attention. "Arnold, feel free to move closer to Helga." Oh god, no.
A couple of seconds later, I could hear the scratching sound of the desk scraping across the floor beside me. I noticed a blur of yellow creep closer to my side in my peripheral. My body was completely frozen. It wasn't until I felt the light clank of our desks being pushed together that caused me to jump. With my brain not cooperating with the rest of my body, I was still frozen in place with my eyes locked to the pages of my book.
I'm sure it was obvious that I wasn't actually paying attention to the book. My mind was such a mess that I didn't even notice the rest of the class turn the pages of their books. This caused Arnold to smirk, knowing at that moment how distracted I truly was.
"Snap out of it, Helga! What is the matter with you!? He's gonna think you've completely lost your mind. Don't give him the satisfaction of thinking he has anything to do with your behavior right now. Keep it together!"
My thoughts distracted me even further. I didn't notice that Arnold had leaned even closer to me. As if he wasn't already close enough.
"Hey, Helga." I could feel his warm breath whisper into my ear with that velvety voice. I could feel my breath catch in my throat. "Mind moving closer so I can see?"
With all of my mental strength, I forced myself to push my hands over toward Arnold in reply to his request. Still refusing to look over to him, I kept my eyes locked to the front of the classroom. The sudden warmth I felt envelope one of my hands caused me to shriek. As Arnold attempted to grab the book from me, his hand grabbed my own. Physical contact from Arnold always caused my body to react strangely, but it had been so long that my heart wasn't prepared to handle it. At least not yet.
As quickly as I pulled my hand away, I felt my bottom coming in contact with a hard surface. It wasn't painful, but it definetly wasn't pleasant. Without noticing that I had closed my eyes after the impact, I was blinded from the light after opening them. Once my vision came into focus, I could see Arnold hovering over me with a worried look on his face.
I could hear the giggles from my classmates and the annoyed cough from Mrs. Lancaster, which caused my focus to go to the front of the classroom once again. Mrs. Lancaster's arms were crossed in front of her chest.
"Helga? Is everything alright?" She asked trying to sound concerned, but was clearly aggrivated that I was interrupting her lesson.
I looked around at my classmates and I finally realized that I had fallen out of my seat. All because of Arnold's touch. I am such a basket case!
I slowly stood up off of the ground and dusted my pants off. There wasn't much dirt to wipe off, but I felt it was the only reasonable thing to do after a fall like that.
"M-may I be excused?" I asked quietly. I couldn't bear to look at Arnold anymore. I had to get out of there ASAP.
Mrs. Lancaster sighed in defeat. "I suppose. But hurry back. This lesson will be in your AP exams-"
Without letting her finish her lecture, I was out the door.
"Stupid, stupid, STUPID!"
I was forcefully splashing my face with water from the sink in front of me. After I left the classroom, I went into the closest restroom I could find. I was coherent enough to at least make sure the bathroom was unoccupied before I began my psychotic ranting.
"As if you didn't seem like a big enough nutjob in the beginning by yelling his name out loud like that. You had to go and fall out of your freaking chair just because he TOUCHED you. Smooth, Pataki. Real smooth. Jeez..." I slapped my palm against my forehead. I brought my eyes back up to stare at my reflection in the mirror. Arnold's return brought back several memories and emotions I was sure I had forgotten.
I noticed that while my physical appearance hadn't changed much, I could see significant change in my expressions. My eyes have aged me. I definitely wasn't the same girl from over 7 years ago. I still had my blonde hair, and my signature eyebrow that I kept simply because I didn't feel like dealing with the maintenance of waxing it. I decided to leave behind the messy pig-tails and transition to a high ponytail that cascaded past my shoulders. For sentimental reasons, the bow still stayed proudly perched on top of my head.
I spent what felt like hours studying my face as if it were the first time. After several deep breaths, I slapped my palms against my cheeks to give myself the little boost of energy I needed to continue my day. I still wasn't fully prepared to face Arnold again, but I knew running away from my problems wouldn't solve anything.
I sighed at my last thought. "Since when did Arnold become the problem?"
The sound of the bell to release 5th period classes forced me out of my deep thoughts.
"Crap! Lancaster is gonna kill me."
I took one final look at my reflection, ruffled my bangs a bit and straightened out my shirt. I lengthened my spine to create a proud posture, hoping that would give me the additional confidence I needed.
To avoid looking like a total spazz to the rest of the school, I made sure my stride out of the bathroom was cool, calm, and collected. Unfortunately, that plan only lasted a total of 2.5 seconds.
Once again, I made face-first contact with a hard object. It felt like I ran into a wall. "Criminy! What is wrong with me today!?" I couldn't stand being so clumsy. That kind of stuff might be fine for someone like Eugene, but not me. Not Helga G. Pataki.
I found myself on the floor, yet again, before I heard a voice from above me. A voice that belonged to the one person I was not ready to face.
"Are you okay, Helga?"
I glanced up to where the voice was coming from, only to be met with Arnold's gaze looming over me. I could easily drown in those pools of green.
I shook my head roughly to bring myself back to reality. Once I stopped, I noticed Arnold had a hand out toward me. With only a brief hesitation, I grabbed his extended hand to help myself off the ground.
"I-I'm fine." I responded several seconds later. Internally, I was torn between wanting to leap into his arms and shower him with years worth of missed kisses, and wanting to go back to my childish ways and insult him to hide my true feelings. The ending result was something completely neutral. Monotone, short-worded responses.
"Good. I'm glad." he said almost in a whisper. After a moment of awkward silence, I realized that he was still holding on to my hand. "It's so good to see you again, Helga." his grip on my hand tightened with his words.
"Y-yeah. I didn't expect t-to see you here. I didn't know you were coming back." The more I spoke, the easier it was to control the annoying stutter I seemed to acquire ever since he returned.
"Yeah. My parents and I decided it was time to come back to Hillwood. They wanted me to spend my senior year here with all of my childhood friends. Plus..." Arnold paused and started to caress his thumb across the back of my hand. The gentle motion sent an electric sensation up my arm and directly into my chest. I was tempted to check if my hair was sticking up due to static. "I felt like I had some...unfinished business to attend to."
I cleared my throat as calmly as possible. I could feel the warmth of a blush attempt to invade my cheeks. But I fought desperately to prevent it.
"Yeah, well you haven't missed much, Football head." I could feel the edge return in my voice. I knew it was only a matter of time before I would revert to my old ways. Even if he did return my love all those years ago, that was in the past. Who knows what he feels now. For all I know he could have a girlfriend back in San Lorenzo and he's completely over me. There was no point in fighting my natural instincts. It was second nature to insult Arnold in order to hide my true desires. That's just the way it's supposed to be.
"Well...I've missed you." he replied to my insult. My eyes widened at his comment. He then took a step closer toward me. His face now only inches from my own. It felt as if he were stealing the air directly from my lungs with his proximity, because the simple task of breathing became increasingly difficult. "Does that count?"
The blush I was fighting so hard to prevent flooded into my cheeks as if the dam had burst. There was no way I could hide it now.
"Hmph!" Was all I could muster before turning my head to the side to avoid his stare. "Whatever floats your boat, hair boy."
Arnold chuckled at my stubborn response. The sound of his laugh sent my heart soaring. I knew there was no better sound in this entire world than that. There never will be in my opinion.
I could feel the warmth slowly fade away from my hand. I turned back to face Arnold and noticed that he had released his grip. I shivered at the cold feeling it surprisingly caused. As much as I would refuse to admit it, the absence of his touch made me feel sad, and somewhat lonely.
"What are you doing after school?"
"Huh?" My gaze traveled from my hand back up to his face.
"I would love to catch up. Reconnect. I feel like there's a lot we need to discuss. Would you like to hang out with me after school?" Arnold took a step back as if to give me enough space so I wouldn't feel pressured to respond.
Is he for real? Did he really just ask me to hang out? With him? There was no way this is real life. I must be dreaming.
My hand curled into a fist instinctively, which caused my nails to dig into my palm. The pinching sensation I felt was more than enough proof. I wasn't dreaming. Arnold was really here. And he was asking me to spend time with him. I knew I could die happy right then and there.
"I..." the words I wanted to say were trapped in my throat.
"Yes, yes, YES! Of course I want to spend time with you, you amazingly stupid, yet wonderful football headed love god! Nothing in this entire world would make me happier, my love!"
"I...can't." I finally spoke out. "I have s-softball practice right after school."
I was mentally kicking myself at this point. I was telling the truth, but I desperately wished I wasn't in that moment.
"Oh. I see." Arnold's face fell. I could tell he was trying to hide his disappointment, but I could always read him like a book. He was so bad at hiding his feelings. The sad look on his face caused a pinching sensation in my chest. On one hand, I was feeling guilty that I had made him feel sad. But, on the other hand, I was secretly happy that he was affected so much by my rejection to his offer to hang out.
"But..." I spoke out a little louder. His eyes, which were focused on the ground, lifted to meet mine. "I-I'm free after five. Would it be okay if I meet you after?"
I knew I would be an idiot if I declined his offer. Even if we both agreed we needed to move on, I couldn't deny the fact that my love for him was still there. He was too much a part of my life to let go of that easily.
As quickly as his face fell in disappointment, it picked right back up into a wide grin.
"Of course!" He exclaimed. "You can come over to the boarding house for dinner. I'm sure my parents would love to see you again." He took a couple of steps towards me. "You remember how to get to the boarding house, right?"
"How could I forget?" My eyes widened at my automatic response. "Did I really just say that? Way to go, Helga! That doesn't make you sound creepy or anything. Sheesh!"
After my comment, I noticed Arnold giving me his infamous half-lidded gaze. The gaze that could always make my girlhood tremble.
"Great. I look forward to it." He reached over to grab my hand once more, and lifted it up to his face. His eyes closed and I could feel his soft lips lightly place themselves on the back of my hand. If he wasn't holding my hand, I probably would've fallen backwards from fainting. "I'll see you tonight, Helga."
He let go of my hand and turned his back to me. Within minutes, the football-headed boy was out of my sight.
The rest of the day went by in a blur. My mind and body went on autopilot. I somehow made it into the locker rooms to prepare for softball practice. The mindless chatter of the other girls was enough of a wake up call to put my thoughts back in order. I just needed to get through these next two hours without spacing out. I can't afford to screw up anything. The State Championships is coming up, and I needed to be 100% focused. After quickly changing into my practice clothes, I jogged out to the field to meet the rest of my team.
I never did see myself joining any sports teams in high school. But when I needed an excuse to stay away from home most days, it was convenient that I had a talent for softball. Because of that, joining the team was a snap. I'm sure playing baseball with Arnold and the gang as kids had a lot to do with my skills. I still didn't really care for the uniformity of an actual softball team, but I made do.
Five o'clock came in the blink of an eye. The nerves started to kick in. I had to head to Arnold's house and spend time with him...alone. I didn't know if my heart could handle this.
I took my usual shower in the locker room and put my school clothes back on. With it being so hot out these days, my usual outfit always consisted of knee-length shorts and a loose-fitting pink shirt. Simple, comfortable, and still somewhat feminine. I never used to care about my appearance, and I still don't. But, for some reason, I become very self-concious and spent way longer in front of the mirror than I ever have before. With a frustrated sigh, I stuck to my usual high pony-tail and gathered my belongings to head out.
The walk to the boarding house seemed unbearably long. I made it to the front stoop and stood there for a few seconds before finally building the courage to ring the doorbell. I was greeted by my beloved with a genuine smile.
"Helga! You made it."
"Well, doi! I said I was coming, didn't I?" I responded sarcastically. Arnold moved to the side to let me in. I placed my bags down in the corner by the door and slipped my shoes off.
"I know. I'm just glad your finally here. C'mon, let me reintroduce you to everyone. Dinner is almost ready." He placed his hand on the small of my back. It was so gentle of a touch I almost didn't realize he had done it. I gulped in an attempt to swallow my nervousness as he led me to the dining room.
As quickly as the day had gone by, the dinner with the boarders felt painfully slow. Not that I didn't enjoy seeing everyone and talking with Arnold's parents, but with Arnold staring at me with that same half-lidded gaze that I couldn't resist, I wanted nothing more than to be alone with him. I dreamed of this day for so long, and I wanted nothing to stand in my way.
After saying my goodbyes to the boarders, Arnold eagerly pulled me out of the dining room and up the stairs.
"Easy, football head! Where's the fire?" I asked sarcastically.
"Sorry, Helga. I'm just excited to talk to you after all these years." He said enthusiastically. He pulled me through the door of his bedroom and let go of my hand to close it behind us.
I looked around the room in awe. Nothing has changed since I was last here. Granted, this was the first time I'm actually here as an invited guest, and not as a stalker. I laughed internally at myself. Man, I really was a basket case back then.
"Have a seat." I turned around to look at Arnold who was gesturing for me to sit beside him on the bed. I slowly made my way over to him and sat about a foot away. I knew I had to control myself. As much as I dreamed about being in his arms, things were different now. I didn't know what Arnold wanted to discuss, and because of that, I didn't know where we stood in terms of our "relationship". Patience was key.
"So...what did you want to talk about, Arnold-o?" I asked casually. I looked over and noticed that he had taken a deep breath. After a slow, long exhale, he looked back at me. His eyes were filled with what almost seemed like determination.
"Everything." he simply said. There was a brief moment of silence before he spoke again. "I was thinking I could start this conversation by asking you how these last few years have been, and talk about what has been new with you. But, I am way too anxious to try and make small talk right now." he clenched his hands together and placed them in his lap. "I just want to be open and honest with you." I could feel my heart quicken at his words. I was a nervous wreck. I didn't know whether to be excited for what he was about to say or anxious. I was completely hung up on every word he spoke. He leaned in closer to me to close the gap between us. His shoulder was barely an inch away from mine. His eyes were still locked on mine before he spoke again. "I never stopped thinking about you, Helga. Not for one moment."
My entire body shook. I always would fantasize about Arnold saying something like that to me. But now that it was a reality, my brain wasn't sure how to process it. I wanted to run away from embarassement, but I was too shocked to move.
"I know we decided to stay friends. And, I'm sure you've probably moved on by now, but I just wanted you to know. I wanted you to hear this from me in person. Because if there is still a chance for us, I want to fight for it. I've never wanted anything more in my entire life." There was another brief pause before he closed the gap completely by grabbing one of my hands in both of his. "I love you, Helga. And, I want to be with you. For real this time."
I knew there was an evident tint of red in my cheeks, but I couldn't care less at that moment. There were so many thoughts circulating through my mind that it wouldn't let my mouth speak before I could properly sort through them. The 10-year-old me would be swooning right about now. She would be jumping for joy and falling into his embrace while giving him the most passionate kiss I could give him.
But, the reality of it was not that simple. Things were different. As much as I would like for things to go back to they way there were all those years ago, it wasn't as easy as that. I have my own life now. I have other things that are on the top of my priority list. I can't just change my whole life in an instant. Even if I did want to be with him, I was scared that it wouldn't work. What if his goals and dreams didn't correlate with mine? I would never forgive myself if he had to give anything up for my sake, and I'm sure he would feel the same if that happened to me.
I removed my hand from Arnold's, and stood up from the bed. This conversation became a lot more difficult than previously anticipated.
"It's been 7 years, Arnold." I finally spoke. I couldn't bring myself to face him, so I kept my back turned toward hin. "How do you know you still want to be with me? I'm not the same person I was all those years ago."
I'm certain this was not the response he was expecting from me. Heck, I wasn't even expecting it from myself. But if he was being as open and honest as he says, the least I could do was return the favor and tell him how I truly felt.
"I know that." he said. I could hear the bed shift as he stood up to walk towards me. My body jumped as he wrapped his arms around my waist. His chest, which felt surprisingly well-defined, was pressed against my back, and his grip tightened around me. "But, I'm willing to give us a chance. We were forced apart by things that were beyond our control. I want us to try again. I can't imagine my life without you, Helga."
I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. I knew I couldn't take it much longer so I turned around to face him. He kept his arms around my waist and I placed my hands on his chest while looking into his eyes.
There were so many things I still wanted to say, but my mind would not settle long enough to get out a coherent sentence. Before I realized what I was doing, I felt a spark of electricity radiate on my lips. I could hear Arnold make a surprised gasp as I crashed my lips onto his. After a few seconds, Arnold began reciprocating my advance. One of his hands traveled up my spine and onto the back of my neck while the other stayed around my waist, pulling me in closer to him.
I wasn't sure what came over me, and why I had even kissed him. Call it a reflex, call it autopilot, call it whatever the heck you want! I didn't regret it. Not one bit.
We parted briefly to catch our breath, which was ragged at this point. I could tell there was still so much we both wanted to say, but didn't know how to say it. And this was the only way we knew how to get our feelings across. It wasn't exactly the most responsible way to do it, but it got the job done.
I could feel him take some steps back as he pulled me along with him. He crashed his lips against mine once more while doing so. Suddenly he fell backwards, pulling me forward on top of him. I found myself straddling him on the bed while still engaged in our kiss.
"W-we...we shouldn't be doing this..." I said in a muffled voice against his lips. He could tell there wasn't much determination in my statement. In response, he deepend our kiss.
At that moment, I felt all of my senses let go. I was putty in his hands. I knew we could never go back to the way things were after this, but something inside me wouldn't allow me to care. I was in love with Arnold. Always have been, and always will be. Who was I to fight this?
We let the passion take over that night. It was suprising that neither of us felt nervous,especially it being our first time. After our bodies relaxed in the afterglow of our engagment, we blissfully fell into a deep sleep with not a care in the world. Nothing could ruin this feeling.
Up until then, at least.
Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I'll be sure to upload more ASAP. Again, please feel free to leave a review. I am not a professional writer by any means, and I do it simply for fun. So please be kind :)