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Chapter 6

I was sitting in my room one Saturday afternoon in November working on my U.S. History homework. I had my back to the door and the radio on, so I didn't hear the door flew open. Before I knew it I was hit in the back of the head with a pillow. I spun around to see Phil standing just inside the door smirking.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked sitting criss cross on my bed.

"I'm here because we are going to the Pier and watching the sunset."

"That sounds like fun, if it wasn't November."

"You'll be fine; bring a sweatshirt." He went into my closet and pulled out my red Stanford sweatshirt. "Here," he said tossing it to me. I put my sweatshirt and my white converse on and headed downstairs; Phil following behind me.

We pulled into the parking lot of the Santa Monica Pier.

"I don't think I've ever seen like… virtually no one at the Pier before." I commented looking around.

"November," Phil said simply. He got out of the car and walked around to open my door. We walked down to the Ferris wheel. It was the perfect spot to watch the sun dip down on the horizon.

Phil sat on the bench. I sat down next to him. We sat in a comfortable silence until I said, "It's beautiful."

"Ehh, it's ok I guess."

"It is not just ok. Look at it."

"Sitting here with anyone else, I'm sure it would be the most beautiful thing around; but with you, it's just ok. You are the most beautiful thing around."

My whole face felt like it was on fire I was blushing so much.

"Thanks. But I wonder how many times you have used that line."

"It's not a line."

"Sure…"

"Seriously. I've never felt this way before." I didn't know what to say to that. "I think I'm falling in love with you." I especially didn't know what to say to that. I moved my head off his shoulder and sat up. I leaned forward and kissed him. I could feel heat building up in the kiss. At first he was gentle, and then his kisses became fervent.

We can't do this here. I have to stop him. WHY AM I NOT STOPPING HIM?

At this point I was on my back laying on the bench, Phil was on top of me. He had unzipped my sweatshirt a little and pulled it off my shoulder. He was kissing my neck and collarbone. He kissed up my neck and nibbled on my earlobe. Then moved back to my lips. I took my hand out of his hair and pulled him down closer to me without even realizing what I was doing. At which point, he lifted up my sweatshirt and t-shirt exposing my lower stomach. He stopping kissing my lips and moved down to my belly button.

Stop him, Sam. Come on. Stop him!

He moved back up to my lips and stuck one hand up my shirt stopping just below my bra. My eyes snapped open and I pushed against his chest. He moved off of me and sat at the end of the bench looking out into the ocean. I leaned up and yanked my sweatshirt and shirt into place.

He looked back over to me, a vicious longing in his eyes. "Sorry. I didn't mean to do that."

"You didn't do anything wrong," I said moving closer to him on the bench. Suddenly I was extremely cold. I wrapped my arms around myself. Phil noticed and shrugged out of his Letterman jacket. He took my hand and pulled me up next to him. He wrapped his jacket around my shoulders. We sat back down on the bench. I pulled his arm around me and laid my head on his shoulder. The same position we were in before our make out session seemed a bit more awkward now.

Two weeks later Phil and I hadn't talked about what happened at the Pier. I thought he was avoiding me, so I went to Doug and Stu.

Doug, Stu, and I met at Round Table one day after school.

"So what do you need to talk to us about?" Stu asked immediately.

"Phil has been acting really weird lately; do you guys know what it's about?"

Doug smiled mischievously, "we do know why he's been acting so weird, but we promised not to tell you."

"Yeah; he said he wanted to tell you himself," Stu added.

"What are you talking about? What does he want to tell me?"

"We can't tell you."

"He's been avoiding me since I stopped him; you don't think he wants to break up, do you?"

Stu said, "No, I don't think so, but—"

Doug cut him off, "wait what do you mean 'stopped him?'"

"Doug come on. You know exactly what I mean."

"No I don't. Now what happened?"

"Fine. We got to second base."

Doug's mouth fell open. Stu choked a little on his Pepsi.

"Come on guys we've been dating for almost three months and we've known each other forever."

"You can't do that; you're my little sister!"

"First of all, you are only 17 minutes older than me. And second, you can get Brittany Page to give you a hand job behind the gym, but I can't have sex with my boyfriend."

Doug's mouth fell lower than before and Stu choked on his Pepsi once again.

"What?" Doug screamed after he recovered.

"We haven't gone all the way, but you know what I mean." I left the pizza parlor. Hopped in my Jeep and started the drive home.

Phil told Stu and Doug what's going on. But he won't even tell his girlfriend. I'm going to confront him. Right now.

I drove past my house when I got to it down the street to Phil's. Our families decided a long time ago there was no need to ring the doorbell when any of us came over. I just walked into the Wennecks' kitchen.

"Sam, sweetheart. Phil didn't say you would be coming over today," Mrs. Wenneck said when I came around the corner.

"Is he here?"

"He's in his room I believe."

"Good, I need to talk to him. Thanks." I climbed the stairs up to his room. Lindsey was just walking out of the bathroom when I got upstairs.

"Sam! Hey, long time no see. What's up?"

"Can we talk later? I just really need to talk to him right now. It's important."

"Are you pregnant?"

"What? No!" We both started laughing. "Talk to you later."

I barged into Phil's room at the end of the hall.

"Doesn't anyone knock anymore?" he asked spinning around in his desk chair, "Oh, Sam. What are doing here?"

"I need to talk to you. Why have you been so weird lately? And why am I always the last one to know everything?"

"Been talking to Doug and Stu, I see. I thought you would be excited. You of all people should know that I don't do this kind of thing for many people."

"What are talking about? Do what kind of thing?"

"They didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"For the past couple weeks I have been planning a party for you."

"Oh. Why?" my anger was replaced with confusion.

"I heard how well you did on the SATs and I decided you should celebrate," he shrugged. He got up and closed the door behind me. We sat on his unmade bed. "I was avoiding you because I thought I would spill the beans." I chuckled, but I started laughing like a maniac.

"Wow. I thought you wanted to—nevermind it's too embarrassing."

"What were you going to say?"

"I thought you wanted to break up," I said not meeting his beautiful eyes.

"Never." He kissed me. "Remember when were at the pier I said I think I'm falling in love with you."

"Of course." I said rolling my eyes.

"Guess what I figured out on Wednesday."

"I have no idea," I had an idea, but I wanted to hear him say it.

"I do love you. It's not high school 'I love you' 'I love you, too.' I love you Samantha Lynn."

"I love you too Phillip James." He smiled and kissed me again.