Chapter Four: A lot like Love
I stood in the gym entry way, waiting for Chloe to get done with cheerleading practice. We still hadn't really talked since Saturday and that was almost four days ago.
She's all I think about, every minute of every day. It's driving me crazy.
Finally their practice is done and Chloe starts to walk over to me.
"Hey." She says.
I take her bag. "Hey, you ready?"
She nods, but before we can get out the door I hear my name. "Beau!"
I turn seeing Rachel Franks walking over to me.
"Hey Rachel." I smile.
Rachel's one of the most popular girls at school, and one of the prettiest, next to Chloe.
"So, I was thinking." She touches my arm. "That we should go out sometime."
"Really?" I smile, knowing Chloe's rolling her eyes.
"Uh-huh." Rachel flips her hair.
"Saturday night?" I ask and her face instantly brightens.
"Sure!" She hugs me. "Call me."
"Will do." I tell her and then turn around to face Chloe, but she's already walking towards the jeep.
I get inside the jeep and it doesn't take long for her to say something. "So, Rachel huh?"
"Yeah." I nod. "That okay with you?"
"If you wanna get a STD that's your business."
I roll my eyes. "Whatever Chloe."
"Yeah, whatever." She crosses her arms and doesn't talk the whole ride home.
I put the car in park when we get to her house. "Where's your mom?"
"Like you care." She scoffs, grabbing her bag.
"Come on, Chlo." I reach for her arm. "Don't be jealous."
"I'm not!" She jerks away. "Why would I be jealous, I've kissed you before and it's not that great!"
"Really?" I laugh. "Cause I thought it was pretty fantastic."
"Well it wasn't." She slams the door and walks into her house.
GENERALHOSPITAL...
I look over at the clock sitting on my bedside table and it says eleven o' clock. I finished my homework, tried watching some TV and I even read a couple pages of To Kill A Mockingbird (Not by choice, our English class has to read it.). Nothings working, I'm wide awake, thinking about Chloe.
Obviously she's still mad at me, and I don't blame her. I shouldn't have asked out Rachel right in front of her, even though she said the kiss was a mistake. I know it wasn't.
I hear a quiet knock at my back doors and I know its her. I quickly look in the mirror, run my fingers through my already messy hair. Should I put a shirt on?
I stop thinking and just open the door. She stands at my door, her blonde curls pulled up in a pony tail, wearing one of my sweatshirts and cut off blue jean shorts.
Her hands are on her hips and I can't tell if she's still mad or not.
"Hi." I say.
"Hey." She gives me a smile. Calling a truce, thank God the fights over.
"What's up?" I ask.
"I just wanted to say you were right." Chloe rolls her eyes with a smile.
"What?" I smile. "What was that?"
"Shut up." She laughs. "You were right, I was a little jealous and I realize that ridiculous, but I was."
"That's not ridiculous." I tell her. "But there's no need to be."
"Yeah, we'll see."
"So, I'm guessing the kiss was great after all." I smile.
"It was okay." She smiles.
I nod. "I'm glad you came by, and I'm even more glad your not mad at me anymore."
"Well I should go." She says and I'm not so sure she actually believes it. I don't say anything right away and she starts to walk away.
I don't think about what I'm doing, but I do it anyways. I grab her hand and pull her into me and into a passionate kiss. She doesn't pull away and neither do I. It's one of the best kisses I've ever had, it's warm and loving, but so passionate. I pull her closer to me, hungry for more of her.
She pulls away slightly and says something against my lips. I finally realize what she's saying. "What are we doing?" She says again, our lips inches away.
"I don't know." I breath heavily.
Before I know it, we're moving inside, closing the doors and falling back onto my bed. This is one of those times, I'm grateful that my room is far away from my parents.
I climb on top of her and kiss her neck, then her jaw and then my mouth is back on hers. Her tongue is warm inside my mouth, I could kiss her forever. I move my hands underneath the sweatshirt and pull it up and over her head. I move my lips down her stomach until I reach the top of her denim shorts. I unbutton them and then pull them down around her ankles, she kicks them onto the floor.
I stop for a second, looking at her body, soaking it in. She gives me a smile and I slip my arm under her back, pulling her into me. We shed the rest of our clothes and we loose ourselves in each other. I don't know for how long, but I know it'll never be long enough.
GENERALHOSPITAL...
Her feet rub against my bare legs as we lay in bed, tangled in each other and the sheets. One of her arms was underneath her head, propping her up, just a little and the other was tickling the back of my neck.
"Maybe we should fight more often." I smile.
"Um hm." She smiles. "Maybe we should do this more often."
"I think that's a great idea." I kiss her lips.
"I should go before your parents find us." Chloe slips out from under me.
I watch her stand, collecting her clothes from the floor and putting them on.
I slip my boxers back on and meet her at the french doors. I wrap my arms around her, hugging her close to me.
"I'm glad you came by." I tell her.
"Me too." She says, pulling back and kissing me on the lips before slipping out the door to leave.
GENERALHOSPITAL...
"Chloe's sneaking across our lawn." Austin looked out the window.
"I wouldn't worry about it, Honey." Clay sits up in bed. "They're just friends."
"Yeah, so were we." She smiles walking over to bed and snuggling close to him. "Look how that turned out."
He smiles. "I think it turned out pretty damn good."
"So what are we going to do about Liam?"
"Kill him?" Clay laughs.
"Haha." Austin smiles.
"We'll do nothing. We're the lucky ones, we have Beau and Mia and each other. We raised a good, smart boy and now we just have to let life happen and deal with it when things get messy. Our life's good, Austin. Really good."
A/N: Sorry about the wait, my computers been in the shop:( More to come though!:) Thanks for reading and please review:)!