I didn't go the Hoover's for a few days after that. I figured that if I didn't see Dwayne for a while these feelings would just wash away, and we could go on being friends. I mean he didn't want to be anything more than that, so why would I want to?

I locked myself up in my room, and wrote. My mom was on a short business trip and wouldn't be home for five more days. So far my diet that week had consisted of Ramen noodle, cereal, and maybe a cheese sandwich every now and then.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!

Four even knocks made me jump from my seat, and slowly toward the door, pulling my spandex shorts down a little bit in an effort to be modest. Surprisingly enough, I was wearing a bra under my loose plaid shirt.

"Dwayne?" I took a breath.

He looked a little worried. "Yeah, did you think I was a serial killer or something?"

"No, no, sorry. I just never expect people to come to my house." I turned away to lead him into our living room.

"I wanted to see you. You haven't been over in a few days, and Olive wanted me to make sure you were okay."

I fell back onto the long couch, and waited for him to shuffle into the room behind me. "I'm so tired." I whined, turning onto my back so I was looking up at him.

"It's summer you can sleep in however long you want, how are you tired?"

"Because I just am, I'm always tired." I muttered, sitting up, "Or maybe that's just stress."

"Why are you stressed?"

"I don't know, just normal anxiety I guess. Runs in the Adams family I suppose."

I pulled a pillow close to stomach and picked at a loose string.

"What's your middle name? I don't think you've even said."

"It's not that great."

"I'm sure it's not terrible, and if it is, then your awesome first name makes up for that."

"Just guess. It starts with an 'E'." The oven sent out a loud, shrill beep from the kitchen. "I baked stuff, just follow me, and guess."

"Is it Erica?"

"No."

"Edith?"

"Close-ish, I guess. Whatever, you got three letter right, if you count the 'E'." Carefully, I opened the oven, and slowly I pulled the hot tray out. I fumbled around for a spatula on the organized counter.

"Can you tell me how many letters are in your name?"

"Four." The cookies broke apart as I lifted them onto the cooling rack.

"So the first letter is 'E', and…then what?"

"Enid, that's my middle name. Séraphie Enid Adams. It's an okay name I guess."

"It's a great name, not as good as Dwayne Hoover, but pretty good." I chuckled as shut the oven off, and spun around.

"Oh, sorry," Dwayne was standing a lot closer than I had he was; we were almost chest to chest.

"It's okay."

Tension grew as my voice caught in my throat. The silence was intense.

"Well," I cleared my throat and walked past him. "Did you know that people are generally more ticklish with people they don't trust, than people they do? I don't know if that's true, but it was just some little study, so who knows?" One of my many skills: bringing up stuff that doesn't matter to avoid stuff like emotions.

"Th-that's interesting. Are you ticklish?"

"Not very."

"You know, there's another study that says most people who say they're not ticklish are lying. Are you sure that you're not ticklish?"

"I'm certain. You can try me if you like." I plopped onto the couch and pulled him down with me. I'm not sure why I said that. I'm so ticklish, it's dangerous sometimes. But Dwayne just smirked, and went down on me; brushing his fingertips against my waist until I squirmed.

"I'll admit, you're pretty good liar." He said through his deep laughter, pulling his hands away. I was breathing hard. We were still on the long couch. He was lying on top of me.

I'm not exactly sure what happened next, but someone kissed the other. It was sweet, but passionate, and made me feel like I was floating. Then it stopped. He pulled away and stood up, not facing me.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean too…damn it."

I had kissed him back hadn't I? What was he upset about?

"What's wrong?"

"I need to go." I tried reaching out for his wrist or to yell his name and say what I needed to, but the words got caught in my throat and my hands just weren't fast enough. He was out of the door, before I could even think of what might have come out of my frozen mouth.

He left me more confused than I had ever been. Had he been mad with himself for kissing me because he hadn't wanted to or because he thought I was upset? I didn't have anyone to turn to. I didn't know what to do.

For about an hour I sat up in my room, wondering what I should do. I absentmindedly began sketching, and doodling, hoping that maybe some sort of fantastic hidden message would come in through my subconscious. I don't think anything did.

Before long, the sun had set, and I decided I should take shower. That, of all things should help. It's a common fact that you always get your best thinking done in the bathroom. Sadly, as I washed away the suds in my hair, no amazing idea came to me. So I sat there in the shower for God knows how long until the water turned cold.

After that I skulked back to my room, only wearing a towel, and trying to think of something else. My mind wandered, until it came back to Dwayne. I needed to distract myself; so I thought about other boys, most of them fictional, that I could have relationships with. In the end, I think it ended up working pretty well. I mean, I fell asleep thinking about kissing Jim Hawkins, so all was well for now.

The next morning, I woke so late that it wasn't even morning. I rolled out of bed, pulling on tee shirt dress deciding to call that good enough. Don't get me wrong, the first thing I thought about when I woke up was the kiss. The more I tried to not think about it, the more it invaded everything I did. Finally, I gave up and went upstairs to draw and write.

I expected myself to do something spectacular the next day, but that didn't happen. There was just more sitting around and doing nothing. There's was thinking too. Too much thinking in my mind. That's saying a lot coming from me. I think a lot and all the time, my mind is always racing. But this, thinking about Dwayne, it made me confused, something I hate being.

I thought about the kiss so much that I began to second guess whether any of it had really happened. I mean it had felt so right and wonderful, maybe it all been a dream.


Just another quickie sorry. I just wanted something up before Christmas, and lately I've been focused on some other stuff like my own stories, short film stuff, ending a fic and possibly starting up a new one that involves some Fushigi Yuugi (kind of a lesser known anime/manga, but if you're curious it's like InuYasha, but a little more dramatic). I'll give you guys a heads-up, I think this is only going to be twenty chapters. I think that's a good-ish number, and trust me the next chapter is going to be way longer than this one, so it won't just be little things like this. Hope you enjoyed it!