The time was 10:54, exactly 36 minutes before It was time to meet Lindsay. I had convinced her to sneak out with me. I want to take her to the playground. I want to do everything to her. Kiss her…hold her…love her. I wanted what we had on the night of the shower. "The Game". I'm dressed in black sweatpants, which were proven to be stretchy and comfy. I wear a black tank top, topped with my black jacket. It wasn't cold outside, but my white skin could give me away in a heartbeat. Black shoes, black socks, black everything. Even my gloves and my wrist watch are black. I never did anything stealthy in my life, I'm pretty sure this is how everyone does it.

I slowly open my bedroom door, hoping it doesn't make any sudden noises. I was 2 stories above the ground, and there was nothing but cement to catch me on the way down. I slip out of my doorway, and silently shut my door. I turn the knob before it shuts, so the door doesn't click when it closes. I wait 10 seconds before I begin moving again. I was crouched, and moving about 10 inches a second. My heart was ramming into my chest, and I think I began to sweat. At this point, I flip my black hood onto my hair, sealing my darkness.

I finally reach the stairs after 2 minutes of slowly moving. I begin going down the stairs when I hear somebody snoring. It wasn't any snore…it was my brother's. Tyler? What was he doing, sleeping on the couch? He must have eaten too much again. I wouldn't be surprised if our fridge was empty by morning. Ignoring my brother's snoring, I crouch down the stairs, surprisingly successfully. I reach my hand towards the door, and grab the knob. Tyler continues snoring.

I twist the knob, and open the door slowly. As soon as I did, the door creaked so loud, I almost had a heart attack. That's when I heard Tyler shuffling about. I close the door quickly, but silently, and lay down against the wall. I face towards it, and lay as still as possible. The black jacket should help me blend in with the wall. I hope it does. I was too stupid to come up with an excuse, in case I got caught. I was so close to getting out! Now, I might as well give up. But I don't – I stay right where I am.

I hear Tyler's feet hit the wooden floor. Even through the rug under him, he's heavy as a tank. "Chloe?" I hear Tyler asks. He must have heard me moving before, and now he thinks it was Chloe. Please don't catch me! Lay back down! I say inside of my head.I repeat it until the words don't even make sense anymore. I check my watch: 11:04 PM.

No! I'm losing previous time, and all because of Tyler! I don't hear him walking away, but I didn't hear him there either. Should I risk a look? My blonde hair covers my face, and it was starting to get too hot inside. It's now I realize I've been staring at a wall for 7 minutes. I have to risk a look! I'm not losing Lindsay over Tyler's bull crap. Slowly, I begin to turn my head, but I hear footsteps return.

I don't even jerk my head back to where it was…I stay still. I hear footsteps begin from where Tyler has said Chloe's name, and I heard them go upstairs. I waited exactly 30 seconds before I made my move. With no one downstairs, I grab the door knob, and yank the door open. I was too excited to care who caught me. I was doing something stealthy! And bad! Oh, the rush! Cool, fresh air hit my face, ridding me of the heat I had to endure just moments ago.

I close the door, and begin to make my way to the front of my house when I see something, or someone, right in front of me. Stan…he must have been doing his business. How could I have forgotten about him?

"Avery?" Stan asks. I'm toast. He'll find out, and my life will be over. "I…" I begin to say. I was too scared to think of what I was going to say. I wasn't the best liar. "What are you doing out here?" he asks. I couldn't help it…there was no other thing I could think of. He was my best friend, after all. "Stan… what I'm about to tell you…you CANNOT, CANNOT…repeat to anybody else. Do you understand me?" I said in a grim voice. I can't believe I was doing this – Lindsay is much better at these things than I am.

"Okay…I gotcha. But if it does happen to get out "somehow", could I run off into the sunset in fear of you catching me? Because, I saw this movie-" Stan began. I interrupted him, my anger was taking control. "STAN! Listen to me!" I began yelling. I lowered my voice after realizing it was very loud. "This is serious. Me and Lindsay are dating. You can't tell anybody else! Not even your dog friends, do you get me?" I said.

Stan just looked at me, and began laughing. Does he think I'm making this up!? "Okay Avery…I won't tell anyone about you and Lindsay 'Dating'." Stan said, followed by another humorous chuckle. He thinks I'm making this up! I was about to convince him otherwise, but I stopped myself. This was working! No one had to know, Stan thinks I'm doing something else!

"Okay…you go do your thing, and I'll pretend this "never happened"." Stan said, still laughing. He then ran off, probably going back into the house through his doggy door. I checked my watch once again: 11:07 PM. I still had plenty of time. Checking behind me again, I begin to jog away from my house, and towards Lindsay's.

11:29 PM. One more minute, and the love of my life will let her hair down, and fall into my arms. If only that COULD happen. I was crouched inside of a bush, in front of Lindsay's home. Her bedroom window was on this side, so it shouldn't be too hard to catch her figure.

I check my watch: 11:31 PM. I didn't expect her to come out at our EXACT time, but I was getting a little nervous. 11:34. Maybe she's doing something…that has to be it. She wouldn't skip out on me, would she? 11:37. Okay, something is wrong. Lindsay's not known to be late for something. What could possibly take her this long? 11:40 PM. This isn't right. Either Lindsay is dead, or she's skipping out on me. Maybe she wasn't coming from her front door. Her window was too high, so the door would be her only choice.

I began to turn, and walk back home. My heart broke…she abandoned me. As I reached the end of her lawn, I heard a clicking noise. I turned so fast my hood went flying off. Lindsay's window was opening! I knew she wouldn't do this to me!

I rush over to her window to see Lindsay in her PJs. Now she makes me feel less decorated. Lindsay made it to the outside of her roof, and shut the window silently. I don't mean to sound rude – even about Lindsay – but wouldn't it be simple for her parents to walk in, and find out she's not even there? I dismiss this, I'm sure she had a plan for it.

Before I can call out to her, she goes falling off of the roof. She doesn't even scream – she crashes into the bush I was hiding in. "Lindsay!" I shout. It was so sudden, I don't remember saying it. I rush over to the bush to see Lindsay's black hair caught in the twigs. "What were you thinking!?" I say, grabbing at her jet black curls. I begin to untangle her hair, as she tries to sit up. I'm good at jigsaw puzzles – I do them for fun at home!

I finally got the last curl out, and I'm sent falling backwards into the grass. Before I can get back up, Lindsay comes falling down on top of me. I thought gravity had forced her to do so. For once, I was wrong. She was giggling, and soon I was looking straight into her eyes – no – her soul. I couldn't hold back any more. I brought my lips to hers, and the quick movement gave me a crick in my neck. I pulled back instantly, and tried to make it go away.

"Here…" Lindsay whispered. She kissed me, as usual. At least I finally got her. Her tongue fell into my mouth, and we tangoed. I don't know how long we were laying there, but I was starting to get wet down there. I held her as tight as I could, letting her breath infiltrate my lungs. It felt like mint, she must have come prepared. We pulled away after an eternity, and laughed. I don't care if my parents, or anybody's parents caught us. All I wanted was to kiss her again.

"What took you so long baby?" I whispered into her ear. I tried to be as sexy as can be. I think I even turned myself on. Now that I thought about it, that was too corny. I hope I didn't ruin the moment. Thankfully, she spoke again. "I needed a plan…don't worry, I have it covered." Lindsay whispered. I nodded, and followed her up on our feet. I fell sideways. Her breath must have made me lose my focus. Luckily, she had caught me just in time. To make it better AND worse, she spun me around, me flying away from her arms. She stopped me as her arm stretched out, and then she twisted me back into her chest. She giggled, and led me down to the sidewalk.

In exactly 24 minutes, I and Lindsay had made it to the playground. It wasn't completely dark, but it wasn't light enough to see our own faces. The only light source was the tall lamppost across the street from the playground. The swing set was missing a swing, and the ground looked like an earthquake had just erupted. The slide was rusty (Metallic slide? Well done construction crew), and there was no barrier separating the playground from the street.

I led Lindsay past the playground, and off of the wooden chips you would usually find near a playground. She must be really confused. 2 minutes later, we were at least ¼ of a mile from the playground, out in the middle of a grassy field. "Avery, what are you doing?" she asked, suddenly looking as if she might think I'm going to murder her. My response was a strong shove. She landed on her back, which instantly screamed for air. I thought she was going to attack me. I opened my eyes, but she was on top of me in no time. When did I fall onto the ground? She must be fast. "We haven't done this in a while…" Lindsay began. I knew what she was talking about…the game.

We had only played it once. In the showers of our school. I should feel horrible for going through with that…but I'm not. WHY not? Avery that was one of the best times of your life. Now it's just you and her, don't screw this up more than you have. I nodded along, and let her make the first move. Finally, endless days of waiting, I can finally be alone with her. Completely alone. Sweet bliss.

Her lips brushed onto mine, and I wrapped my hands around her. I wasn't doing this just for the sex. I was doing this to show Lindsay that she is the reason for me to live. I held her so tight I might as well have snapped her spine in half. She didn't seem to care. She broke off of my mouth, hungering for more. Lindsay bent down, and grabbed my shirt. I didn't hesitate – I was yanking the thing off of my body. My black jacket hit the grass beside me, and my tank top became exposed. Normally, I would have quickly covered it up. Tonight, I had no fear.

She slowly inched her hand up into my undershirt. It was about 68 degrees out, so that means her hand was freezing cold. I shuddered at her touch…I wanted her hand to become warm. She shushed me, and continued moving her hand up. I held it as it slithered, I wanted to give it more warmth. Her hand finally stopped, on top of my left breast. Oh, save me now lord. I don't feel the least bit worried, nor feeling WRONG about doing this! She begins to slowly message my boob, sending chills all over my body. One hand was on my boob, and the other caught me in surprise when it landed on my clit. Oh, how I ached for that hand to return.

I was so pleasured, I had no idea that Lindsay already had all of her tops off. It was just her and her breasts now. She moved her eyes (not her head) down towards her pants below, and held up 3 of her fingers. I understood her code. Lindsay began counting to "3" on her fingers, and when the 3rd finger went up, both of us yanked off our pants. Her panties were blue. Mine were black. I wish mine could have been white. The thing that surprised me is that she didn't get up to take them off – she stayed right on top of me.

Before I could think about taking my black underwear off, her lips were re-connected to mine. Tongues danced, and hormones raged. There was nothing I wanted more than her. Lindsay's hand found my clit again, and she silently slid her finger under the clothing. I broke my lips away from hers, and held her head against my shoulder as she began to rub my vagina, nearing the hole. Oh god, I've ached for this to happen again. It took all of my will to lift her hands away from my sweet spot. As soon as she retreated, I ripped my underwear right off. Literally, I think I may have torn it in some places. I was now nearly nude. All I had left were my boots and my socks. Not for long.

I don't even think I needed to take my footwear off. 3 minutes later, me and her were both nude from our ankles up. For a second, I forgotten where we were. How long have we been out here? I quickly shifted positions with her, and our result was what I had only heard rumors of. 69. I am the 6 in this equation. Was this going too fast?

I felt her tongue against the edge of my lips, and instant gratification appeared. Oh my gosh, it felt so great! Like a splash of happiness inside of my soul, a missing piece of bliss. I needed to repay her back now. I clamped my arms down, sealing her body onto the ground. My tongue was struggling to break out. Something was wrong.

Oh my god. What am I doing? My climax had already arrived, and soon my juices were leaking onto Lindsay's sweet face. I heard gulping from her, and I rolled to my left. I landed upright on the grass, breathing hard. What have I done!? I'm…this isn't right! What is happening!?

"Avery?" Lindsay asked, breathing harder than I was. I looked to her, and she looked at me. What have I done to myself? I kept staring into her eyes, looking for an answer. Her sweet Eye's glowed in the night, temping me to kiss her again. Wait. Did I even love her? Was this just another act of lust? This isn't the right path. It can't be.

"Ave's?" she asked once more. Her voice had cracked, and her face showed fear.

I snapped out of my trance. I had been staring at her for at least half a minute. I had to leave, it was too much. "I…I have to go Lindsay." I slowly said, sitting up. I began to grab my clothes when she grabbed my wrist. "You don't have to." Lindsay said. She slowly pulled me forward, and I went onto my knees. She leapt up, and kissed me. Her wet lips were smooth against mine, and they fit perfectly with each other, like the realization that one piece of a puzzle fits in another. But…no! I can't!

I pushed her away, and she went spiraling back onto the grass. I think I heard something crack. She flew back, and landed on the ground in pain, a yelp of fright as she hit the ground. I groaned, and began picking up my clothes again. "I…this isn't right!" I yelled out as Lindsay whimpered in pain. "I'm sorry…but I don't even know if I love you! This could all be lust! My parents could find out, and then we could never see each other again! This road leads to pain Lin! I can't take the stress anymore!" I cried out at her.

She wasn't even looking at me. She had her eyes closed, and she was wincing at something. I looked down at her left arm, and gasped in shock. Her elbow seemed bent inward, and it didn't look the least bit normal. I think I had broken her arm.

"Lindsay, I…" came out of my mouth. "No!" Lindsay groaned, grabbing her arm. It must have landed the wrong way when she hit the ground. I just wanted to get those tricky lips away from mine! I can't believe what I had done; I had taken it too far. I wanted things to be back to normal! Why did I play the game with CHLOE!? "Let me…" I continued. "Get away from me." Lindsay gritted through her teeth, still gasping in pain. "I can help-"I began, but something stopped me. A punch.

Lindsay's fist had raised up, and clocked me right across the left of my jaw. I fell to the ground in agony, the pain in my face filling the rest of my body. I couldn't think, not about anything but the pain. Was she this strong!? I tasted blood within 3 seconds of the blow, and I knew that my tooth had been moved. "I love you Avery! I am giving up everything for YOU, and you respond like this!?" she yelled. I barely made out what she said, but I managed. I struggled to lift my head up, and what I saw wasn't pretty. Lindsay was standing, and holding her arm against her body. The sky was pitch dark, and I all I saw was her sillouette.

"If you can't handle the strength it takes to keep a relationship between us…then there never will be!" she said. Her voice was breaking up, and I knew she was sobbing. "Love is a rare thing, and love is the one thing that's keeping me alive! How many times have you fallen in love Avery!? HUH?" she demanded. She put me directly on the spot.

"I…" were the only words I could think of. I had never been in love before. I knew what she was getting at.

"That's how you've always been Avery! Next time your sexual desires get out of hand; don't take them out on your sister! Take them out on somebody you LOVE!" Lindsay preached. Her face was wet with tears, and depression hung in the air. "Obviously you can't do that, so I have no way of helping the girl I love! And you know how that makes me feel!?" Lindsay finished. The next thing I hear are running footsteps rushing away from me. Her words ate into my heart. Next time your Sexual desires get out of hand…your sister… The words stung. My heart collapsed, as well as my body.

I lay there in the cold grass, crying my eyes out as the possible love of my life ran away from me.

After about an hour (I think) of crying my eyes out, I had gotten dressed, and began to head home. I had never been more distraught in my entire life. Was she right? Was I being stupid? Could I have easily made love to her? I could have avoided all of this, if I had kept my big mouth shut. My jaw was throbbing, and blood leaked out of my mouth. I still felt her fist against my face, and I placed my hands there. Pain erupted, but I didn't care. I stood up for what I believed in. I figured out that I was right. She needs to understand that these things are hard for someone to take in, if they're new to it. Then doesn't that mean…Lindsay ISN'T new to this? I didn't know.

I arrived on my doorstep, and heaved a giant sigh. I'd have to use make-up to hide my bruise. It was purple now. I grabbed the doorknob, and before I could even THINK about turning it, it was yanked open. I was spiraling into my house, landing face first onto the floor. My nose burst into flames in pain, and I held it against my head. I screamed as loud as I could, forgetting that there were other people in the house. Tears flooded my eyes, and I heard the door slam behind me.

I turned slowly towards the door, and my world froze. No. This can't be happening. It just can't be. Dad…he was standing behind the door, and he had opened/closed it. "Avery…" I heard a familiar voice say. The voice sent chills down my body. I turned my damaged head towards the source, and I saw Chloe. Chloe was sitting on Mom's lap…on the couch. I knew what had happened. "No…" I whispered. Chloe had snitched. About everything. My life was completely over.

"I'm sorry Avery". Chloe said.