Chapter 10
My Life Would Suck Without You
"You stupid twat!" I yelled, hitting him lightly over the head.
"Wh- what?" he stuttered.
"I've been here for all of two days and already you think you love me! Geez, is it because i'm the only girl here? You don't actually care do you?"
Squid recovered.
"No I don't! I just said that to make you feel better! Well, I guess it worked!" he yelled back.
" Oh, so you don't actually care do you now? So the protecting me from Lump, that was all a show too? I can't believe I actually for one second liked you!"
"Wait? You. . . liked me?" he said, softer now.
"Well. . . yes I did, but you've just gone and ruined it!" I said, a bit quieter.
"You liked me?" he repeated slowly.
"Yes," I said, confused as to where this was heading.
"I liked you too, you know. I actually cared about you, wanted to protect you. I guess I just blew my chance now, eh?" he said.
"I guess so. . ." I replied.
"Well, it doesn't have to be a blown chance! We could try again!" he said.
"I really don't think. . ." I began, but he cut me off.
"Please Angel. Please try and be, at least, my friend. Please try. For me, please try," he said, looking at me with his glorious brown eyes.
I don't know what came over me then. Impulse probably. Feelings and emotions rushed into me. I grabbed his face and pulled him closer to me. He smiled and turned his face to kiss me.
His lips were warm and soft. It was so perfect, just like any first kiss should be. I grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. His hands were round my waist, and mine were round his neck. Our kiss became more passionate, and his tongue slid into my mouth. I copied him, and we were there, entwined on the bed, our bodies pressed firmly together. Sadly, oxygen had to intervene.
"Wow, that was. . ." I began.
"Good," he finished, smiling at me.
"Squid?" I asked, running my hand through his messy brown hair.
"Yeah?"
"I love you," I said, looking deep into his eyes.
"I love you too," he replied, taking my hand.
I smiled. He returned the smile and bent to kiss me again. The second kiss was as glorious as the first, maybe even better.
My life was, at least, halfway perfect.