AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA BYRNESHADOW AND PREPPYRED YOU WERE TOTALLY GOING TO KILL ME AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

just you wait…

I've barely even gotten started.

p.s. helpful background note…she IS wearing a bra under her tank top, so byrneshadow and preppyred, don't give me that look.

I DON'T OWN THE LOST BOYS

Chapter 10

Sam and I had to walk all the way back to his house…3 fucking miles uphill. When we finally got there, I groaned with relief and collapsed on the front step. Sam shook my shoulder. "Hey, come on," he said. "We're not there yet." I groaned and mumbled, "WHAT-EVER dude…"

I was pretty out of it.

Sam sighed and lifted me in his arms, carrying me all the way up the stairs before setting me down on Michael's bed. He gently kissed my cheek and whispered "Goodnight, future girl." I smiled as he walked away and shut the door.

~TIME PASSES MOON UP SUN DOWN MIDDLE-OF-THE-NIGHT~

I woke up suddenly and glanced out the window. I'd had a horrible nightmare, but I forgot what it was. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, checking my iPod: 3 am. Shit.

3 hours of sleep would not be enough, but I felt wide awake right then. I slipped out of bed, still in my green tank top and jeans. I felt crazy hungry: after going on all those rides last night, Sam and I had forgotten to grab dinner, and I was starving. I tiptoed past Sam's room and slid down the banister, landing softly on the ground floor.

I headed into the kitchen and yanked open the fridge door, examining its contents. Bread. Ham. Cheese. I pulled the three of them out and made myself a sandwich, slapping it onto a plate I found in one of the cabinets before taking a seat at the table and beginning to eat. I left the lights off. For some weird reason, I like eating in the dark.

I finished my sandwich and rinsed my plate off in the sink, setting it down on the counter with a tiny 'clink!' Suddenly, I heard a door upstairs creak open, and someone barefoot started coming down the stairs. I froze. I had nowhere to hide: the kitchen was a dead end, and I wasn't about to run out into the middle of fucking vampire-world.

I was still standing by the sink contemplating my escape options when a figure flicked on the light: Sam.

I sighed with relief and went back to washing my plate. I could feel the confused look on his face from here.

"Uh…what are you doing?" he asked.

"I just finished eating a sandwich and I'm doing my dishes," I told him. "What the fuck did you think I'm doing down here?"

When I turned from the sink he gave me a strange look. "What?" I snapped. "Why the fuck would you be eating a sandwich at 3am?" he asked. I sighed. "We never ate dinner, you idiot. Aren't you hungry? I WAS. WHY ELSE DO PEOPLE EAT SANDWICHES?"

He didn't seem to be listening anymore, though. As soon as I asked him if we was hungry, his eyes started traveling up and down me. Not the kitchen full of food. Me.

Goddamn fucking idiot boys. They only care about three things: chest, ass, and I can't even say the third one without throwing up from disgustion at fucking human nature.

Before I could react, though, he walked over and looped his arms around my waist, trapping me in a circle of him. I had to admit, though, when I got a look at his face I felt turned on: DAMN this bastard was hot.

And sweet, and friendly, and hilarious…

And most definitely my type.

He grinned at me as he tightened his arms around my waist. "And what exactly are you thinking, future girl?" he murmured through his smile. I grinned. "Just that a sweet little bastard like you shouldn't be around someone like me," I whispered. He leaned closer. "I think I can handle a badass girl," he said through his smile.

Then he kissed me again.

It wasn't anything like the last time. It was passionate and violent and sexy and it screamed desperately for more.

So I gave more. I may only be fifteen years old, but I know what I want. And damn, that boy was and is high on my list.

I ran my hands through his hair before wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him with an intensity I hadn't even known I possessed. I drew closer and closer to him: there was always too much space between us. I reached down and undid the knot on his bathrobe, and he shrugged it off onto the kitchen floor.

He wasn't wearing a shirt. HOLY FUCKING SWEET MOTHER OF JESUS HE WASN'T WEARING A SHIRT. Just a bathrobe and jeans…well, just jeans.

I ran my hands gently along his chest as he kissed my neck, and he groaned with pleasure. He fumbled along the edge of my tank top, and I ripped it off, pressing myself against him. When he wrapped his arms around my waist, I couldn't stand it anymore. I leapt up and wrapped my legs around his waist, and he set me on the kitchen counter.

We pretty much made out like that for a little while until he stopped kissing me. Taking his hand, I hopped off the counter as he led me towards the couch. We laid down on it, passion coursing through our veins, controlling everything. He stopped kissing me and whispered, "Do you really want to do this?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Hell yes," I growled, and he grinned. We kicked off our jeans and just kept going.

We did it. Right there on the Emersons' couch, I swear to God, we actually did it.

The weird thing was, it felt right. It didn't feel like we were crazy teenagers having sex for the hell of it, or that we would regret it in the morning. It felt like something we were supposed to do because we loved each other.

We still do.

Still, sometimes I wonder if I should have listened to Paige and Sydney. After all, Santa Carla brought me nothing but trouble.

And Sam. It brought me Sam.

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