Hey guys! Its MackenzieLifebl. I'm so sorry for the delay. I had a MASSIVE test on Friday I had to study for along with a few other tests during the week since I only have 3 more weeks of school we are studying for the CTBS test. It's a private school equivalent of FCAT. But anyways back to the story.

Chapter 3: The Kiss and His Parents

By MackenzieLifebl

Valentina's POV

"Okay... well goodnight." I murmured and turnedto go but I couldn't leave without turning around one more time.

I saw him watching me and couldn't help but run over to him. As our eyes locked I couldn't help but feel as if I was falling into his eyes. As if I could look at him for my whole life and still not find the bottom of them.

Before I knew what I was doing I was leaning forward to kiss him. At the time I didn't know he was leaning forward as well. When our lips met it felt like everything was falling into place.

I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around his neck, and fell into the kiss. I felt his lips press firmer into mine. I wanted more. I never wanted it to end. But all too soon Milo pulled away from me, breaking the kiss. I noticed I had gotten so lost in the kiss I had climbed onto his lap, with my legs wrapped around his waist. Milo looked at me and I could see he didn't want the kiss to end either but he also didn't want something to happen that we'd both regret.

"'Night." Milo said as I smiled and gave him another quick peck on the lips

"'Night." I whispered and slipped out of the room.

NEXT DAY

I woke up to the smell of pancakes and Milo sitting next to me. I smiled when I saw him.

"Hey." I said smiling at the same time as him.

"Hey," he says. "You grandmother told me to wake you up and tell you breakfast is ready."

"Okay let me get ready." I reply.

I get up and run into the bathroom. I take a shower, brush my teeth, and comb my hair. By than I remembered I don't have any clothes but my ones from yesterday. I groan. Great, I would have to wear my dirty, Eight swelling smelling clothes.

"Grandma, do you have any of moms old clothes here?" I call out.

"Yes dear, they are in your mom's old closet in her old room." She yells in reply.

I wrapped myself in a towel and ran upstairs to my mom's old room expecting Milo to be downstairs. I made it to the top of the steps but, I heard powerful voices from his room.

"…but dad, please. Just speak with her and you'll understand," said Milo.

"If you father won't speak with her I will," came a female voice that was no less strong than Milo's.

"No, Kate, not know. We will speak with her parents first before either of us speak with her. For all we know she could be a trouble maker," said a very deep voice. I feared that they were talking about me. After all, I was the only trouble maker I knew.

I couldn't help it anymore, I opened the door to see a very pretty woman, with crystal blue eyes like Milo's, look at me with surprise sprayed across her tan face. Her brown hair flowed down to her waist and was curly at the end. The man next to her was 'magazine cover' perfect with hair the color of a midnight with no stars. He had eyes that were the color of a moon that was almost constantly swirling.

I was just about to say something when Milo stood up and said "Hey Valentina. These are my parents. My mother, Kate, and father, Henry."

I looked at them and couldn't help but feel calm around his mother. Wait. I thought. "These are your parents? They look as if there your siblings."

The man, Henry I assumed, decided to say something. "Thank you," he said with obvious shock and confusion plastered on his gorgeous face.

"How old are you two anyways?" I ask.

"Older than we look," answered Henry. (GODDESS TEST REFERENCE)

Than I noticed Milo blushing and I look at him. "What?" I ask

"Um… you're wearing nothing but a towel…" he says.

I began blushing. "Well maybe that's because I thought you would be down stairs. I came up here to grab some clothes from my moms old closet and get dressed for breakfast," I retort and see his blush deepen. I smile to his parents. "If you would like something to eat you could go downstairs and tell my grandma. She can make you some extra pancakes." I say.

Kate smiles. "Thank you dear, I think me and my husband will go down there now. Oh and Milo, remember the rules your father gave you when you left to come here," she says, leaving me baffled as she walked out the door.

I look at Milo and say "So those are your parents. They look so young."

He smiles. "Yea, everyone in my family looks younger than their age except for Uncle Walter. He looks almost his age." His smile turns sad. "I wish I could see my cousin James. I miss him along with cousin Irene."

I sit down on the bed momentarily forgetting about the towel and letting go of it to lean back. When I feel the towel beginning to slip though, I grab it and hold it up, blushing. "Who are they? Your family I mean. How many are in your family and who are they?"

"Well," says Milo. "There's Walter, the head of the family, and then his brother and my other uncle, Phillip, who is like the head swimmer of the family. Than there's dad, the outcast if you would say. Than there's my mom's mom Diana. She has some prize winning peppers. Than there's Sofia, the kindest one of the family. Than Dylan and Nicholas who are brothers and sons of Walter and his deceased wife Calliope. Dylan is the one in the family who picks the most fights and Nicholas is the one who makes things with tools. Nicholas was married to Ava who is also deceased. Ava was also one of the kindest in the family but she was the only one who believed mom and dad would get married when everyone else thought they would, as you would say, break up. Then there's James. He's troublemaker of the family and likes to steal things but always gives them back after a millennium or so. Theo is the musician of the family and loves singing and writing songs and playing EVERY instrument. Then there is his twin Ella who hates guys and wants nothing to do with them. She may be very wise in thinking that! Then there is Irene, the brains of the family. She knows every language there is to know, every subject and has invented a lot of things. And last but not least there is Xander. He is also known as the drinker and partier in the family," he finally finishes with an exasperated sigh.

"That was the most confusing five minutes of my entire life. All I caught was age, instrument, and peppers. That is some big family you got there. My parents almost never talk about my relatives, although I do know who my aunts and uncles are," I said with as much OCD as I possibly could. I also can be confusing when I try.

Silence from the Milo side of the bed.

I stare at him blankly and finally I am able to say something. "Was last night a dream?" I ask.

He looks at me funny. "I just told you everything about my family and you want to know if last night was a dream? Ok, well, no, it wasn't. Otherwise we would have had the same dream. Wait, what did you dream?" He asks.

"I dreamt you kissed me," I whisper.

He stares at me for a minute than comes closer, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me in tight. "No, that wasn't a dream then. If it was then we definitely had the same dream," he said leaning in even closer than before. "But we can make it real if you want. Or perhaps reenact some of it," he whispers.

I smile "Heck yea, I want it real," I say probably a bit louder than I should have.

He leans closer, his lips brushing mine for a second. Then, before I can say any thing more, he pushes them hard on mine. I felt his tongue swipe my bottom lip, asking for entrance, and I let him in.

Before the kiss got deeper, I heard his mother's voice of the other side of the door, "Milo let the poor girl get dressed in peace,"she said with as much motherly sweetness as possible.

Milo pulled back, but never let me go. "See you at breakfast, my beautiful Tina," he said as he left the room. All I could think about while I was grabbing some of mom's old clothes was that kiss and the look in his eye. It said that he had found something he has been looking for a long time.

Thanks for reading! Sorry this chapter is late I just had a hard time with a review on my other story that just made me get so mad. I almost threw a book at my screen… again… and that's another story for another time. Hehe, reminds me when I threw deathly hallows hard cover at my brother when he called me fat… anyways thanks for reading! Next chapter will be done by epicflamingninja