bDisclaimer:/b Obviously, I don't own any of the characters, no matter how much I WISH I did. They belong whoever owns DAYS and/or NBC
I~ I'm going to start including the rest of the teens, a.k.a. Mimi and Philip ~ /I
Life's Lessons
By Jules
Chapter 3
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" . . . how do you want to handle this?" Brandon asked.
"What do you mean?" Belle queried
"How do you want to tell people we slept together, and that you'r- Iwe're/I having a baby . . . . This has to be handled carefully, because your dad, your brother, hell, most of your family will want to KILL me, get me for statutory rape . . . they might try to make you get an abortion . . ."
"NO!" Belle exclaimed, "First of all, I am NOT getting rid of this baby . . . and there are ways of taking care of my family." Belle took a deep breath, wrapping her arms around her still-toned stomach, as if protecting the life it held within, "I'm living with Bo and Hope anyway . . . and I won't let them hurt you either."
"Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself . . . and I'm pretty sure if we handle this ticking bomb delicately, we might just get off with some scathing remarks, disappointed lectures, and some harsh gossip."
b** Two hours later **/b
"What if something happens to me?" Belle asked, "I watch ER repeats, the other week, a girl who was pregnant's parents had control of what happened to her and her boyfriend's baby because the girl was unconscious, the baby's father had no say what-so-ever."
"Well . . . we could get married . . . at least engaged for now . . ." The second Brandon said that, he freaked I~ Oh my God! I can't believe you just said that you dummy, are you trying to totally scare her? Hell, you're scaring yourself. ME, marriage . . . I mean I love her and all . . . oh God, did I just think that? . . . Do I love her? ~/I
"WHAT?! Is that even legal?" Belle asked, while her own mind raced, I~ Brandon just proposed . . . well, not in the most ROMANTIC way, but still, it was my first proposal . . . I love him but . . . oh my God, did I just think I love him . . . could I possibly care for him that way? . . . What are you saying Belle, there's no way he loves you . . . ~/I
Brandon quickly explained, "Well, not until you're 17 in this state, without parental consent. Then when you turn 18, we can get a divorce, saying that it was a mistake . . . I'll have the legal ability to protect the baby, and get visitation at least, and we'll all be ok. Or we could elope somewhere . . ."
"Well, my birthday is in two months . . . so if you buy me a ring, I can say it's from my fiancée, whom I met last year, and we decided we wanted to get engaged over the summer. I'll keep your name quiet, until we get married, you know, to prevent those stupid statutory rape charges. Until then you can start looking for somewhere bigger for us to live, I can get a job at the Brady Pub to help pay for things. Um, I guess finding some where near SU (Salem University, the local college) would be best, so I can go to college next year."
"Ok . . ." Brandon couldn't believe that she had agreed, and was very relieved.
Belle glanced at the clock, "Damn it's late, I better get going. I'll go talk to Mr. and Mrs. Brady about the job. School starts in like a few weeks, so I can work full time until then. Then I'll get permission to do work-study, it's worth a couple of credits, and I'll get out early everyday after lunch and be able to do two shifts every day . . . . Thank God I had Life Study last year. I actually had to plan out this kind of thing."
"Useful class." Brandon lamented.
"I didn't think so then, but I sure do now. Jason was my partner . . . my God was he so stupid . . . ."
"This is your senior year right?"
"Skipped 6th grade, makes me like the youngest student, but I get out a year early!"
"Good for us."
"Yeah . . . damn, I guess I got sidetracked. I gotta go! Bye Brandon." She gave him a kiss on his cheek then ran out the door. Leaving a shell shocked new 'fiancé' behind.
b** The Brady Pub **/b
Shawn Brady (Sr.) was surprised to see Belle Black walk through the door. She hadn't been in for a while, and by the purposeful gait she was using, she wanted something.
"Hello Belle, what can I be doing for you today?" He questioned cheerfully in his Irish brogue.
"I need a job. Full time until school starts then at least two shifts in the afternoon once it does."
Mr. Brady gave her a puzzled look, "Why do you need a job?"
Belle looked down at her feet, "Can we 'talk' about this somewhere alone? It's a rather private matter."
Mr. Brady led them into the kitchen, and leaned against the wall, "Alright now Miss Black, now can ye explain it to me?"
Belle took a deep breath and the whole story about what had happened the last few months poured out, against her control, ". . . and please don't tell anyone. My family would kill him. I really need this job."
"Oh Belle, you poor lass. Mrs. Brady and me had no idea you were going through so much. And I swear on me life that not a single soul will make me break your trust. And of course you can have the job."
"Oh thank you Mr. Brady!" She hugged him fiercely.
"Ah, you be welcome Belle, I've been looking for some help anyway. I was just about to resort to placing an add in the paper." Mr. Brady admitted, "Now basically you take customers order, give them their food, wipe off the tables and so forth, you get paid $5.68 an hour plus tips . . ."
Caroline Brady had heard everything since Belle hugged her husband, and once Belle had gone, she scolded him, "Shawn Brady, what on earth are you doing? Wages are $4.25 an hour plus tips, what are you paying her so much for?"
"That girl there is in a world of trouble me darlin'. And she be living with Bo and Hope now. Plus a lot more I can't tell you on a count that I promised the wee lass."
"You are far too good a man Shawn Brady . . . and that's why I love you." She explained, then gave him a kiss.
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b** Salem Center **/b
Brandon was walking through Salem Center on his lunch break, when a jewelry store caught his eye. He looked around him, and not seeing anyone he knew, he went inside.
A polite sales girl came up to him three steps into the door.
"Good morning sir! Can I help you find something, or are you just looking today?"
"Depends." Brandon told her, putting his hands into his pockets, trying to appear casual.
"On what?" The girl asked confused.
"On whether you have the perfect engagement ring." He informed her smiling.
The brunettes face lit up, "Oh, how wonderful! Do you plan on proposing soon?" She always loved hearing the stories behind why jewelry was being bought, it was the whole reason she worked there.
"Well, I asked her to marry me, and she said yet. But I haven't done the official, on-knee proposal yet."
"So you're going to ask her again? That's so sweet!" She led him over to a display case, "Now we have a large array of diverse rings. I like to narrow down my search perimeters to start. So, I need to know, yellow gold, white gold, or platinum?"
"Yellow gold." Brandon immediately answered.
"Alright, now are you looking for a diamond, multiple diamond, other precious stone . . ."
"I was thinking of a diamond surrounded by another kind of precious jewel."
"Emerald, ruby, topaz, amethyst, pearl, opal, peridot, sapphire, iolite . . ."
"I don't know." Brandon interrupted.
"Well, what does she look like? Sometimes what the girl looks like can help determine what jewel would complement her best."
"She has soft golden blond hair, amazing blue eyes, perfect creamy white skin that's tanned gold from summer." He divulged his feelings for Belle blatantly through his description of her.
"She sounds absolutely beautiful. With her features, I would recommend blue topaz, peridots, iolite, or perhaps pink sapphires." The young woman informed him, pulling out several rings from the trays and putting them in a separate one.
Brandon looked at scores of beautiful rings before his eyes finally fell upon the ring he knew was for Belle. It had an engraved gold band, with a two-carat diamond, surrounded by pink sapphires in a flower design. On the band was engraved a stem with leaves that wrapped around the ring.
"That's the one." He proclaimed the moment he set eyes upon the ring.
"A fantastic choice sir. It's one of a kind to boot. Special ordered, but the groom chickened out. The bride sold it back to us, so it's on sale for a faction of the price." She pulled the ring out of the tray, then put the rest of the trays away, and locked them up, "Do you know you're fiancée's ring size?"
"No, but I acquired one of her rings when she was washing her hands." He explained, taking a ring out of his pocket.
The woman sized the other ring on her chart.
"Size 5, small, are you sure this isn't a ring for her pinky?"
"Yeah, her pinky ring is engraved. The purple stone one you have is for her ring finger. That's why I brought it."
"Most men aren't that observant!" She told him appreciatively.
"I have two sisters and a single mom. AS the only guy, I leaned early to noticed everything if I didn't want to get hurt."
"Smart man! Well, you're in lucky. The ring is a size 5 as well. We won't need to resize it."
She gave him the total, which made him gulp a bit, but he recognized that Isabella Black deserve nothing but the best. Plus he'd just gotten a bonus at the hospital, and Nicole had a 5 million dollar life insurance policy in which he was the predominate beneficiary. He, Taylor, and Nicole were all resigned to the fact that Nicole only had six months to live. So he didn't feel guilty about dipping into his savings to pay for the ring.
The sales girl put the ring in a box, gave Brandon his receipt, and he left the shop ginning about his purchase.
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b** The next day **/b
Mimi was shopping in Salem Center. She looked up at the sky, frowning at the dark, ominous looking clouds. Just a minute ago, it seemed, it had been just partially cloudy. Right now, thunderheads blocked the sun. A summer storm had blown in, and it suddenly began pouring. The rain came down in heavy sheets. She clutched her few bags, and began to run towards the dotCom. Despite her efforts, she was completely soaked to the skin. Mimi was running along the sidewalk when she heard someone honk their horn behind her. She turned around a spotted a Mercedes pulling up, the window rolling down.
It was Philip.
"Need a ride?" He asked smiling, leaning over and opening up the door.
"Good God yes!" She cried, jumping in, throwing her shopping bags in the back seat, "Thank you so much Philip. I think I might have drowned if I stayed out there much longer."
"No problem Meems. You're my friend, and you sure looked like you were in need of a rescue."
"You have no idea how much." She told him smiling at him, taking in his own soggy appearance, "So, you got caught too?"
"Only for a second. I was lucky. I was almost to my car when it started. So I'm just a little damp." Philip explained, flashing her a smile, then quickly looking back to the road, "Let's go to my house a dry off." He suggested.
"Sounds good to me. I'm freezing." Mimi quickly agreed, shivering a bit.
Mimi came out of Philip's bathroom wearing a pair of Philip's old sweat pants with the legs caught off, that had a drawstring waist, and one of his white button up over her sky-blue satin bra.
Philips eyes went wide at the sight of her bra through the fabric of the shirt. And he took a long thorough gaze of her figure, noticing how long her legs were and the many curves the girl had.
Mimi noticed Philips's wide eyes, and close scrutiny of her body, and blushed. No one had ever really done that to her before. She loved Belle and all, but having the entire male population's dream girl as a best friend drew away the admiring looks from guys at Mimi.
Philip swallowed and tried to start a conversation, "So, what were you doing out there?"
Mimi blushed again, "Honestly, I was trying to buy gifts for everybody helping out my family. You guys have done so much for us. Building us a house, getting medical help for Connor, finding my dad a job, Mr. and Mrs. Wesley letting us stay in their house . . . I just don't know how to hank you all." She admitted to him, sitting down on his bed, "I don't deserve friend like you."
Philip sat down beside her and put his arm around her shoulder, "Oh Mimi, we don't want anything from you. You're our friend; this is what friends do for each other. I just wish you had told us sooner."
"I couldn't, I was just so embarrassed, and it all happened so fast. My dad lost his job, we thought we'd be ok, and that he'd find another job soon . . . but he didn't. Things got tight, and we couldn't pay our bills, Dad finally had to leave town to find work. We lost our house, and then Connor got sick. I knew if Jan found out, the whole school would, and I'd be branded as a homeless loser who's dad couldn't even find a job to take care of his own family . . . kind of like I am now." A tear ran down her face.
Philip cradled her face in his hand, wiping away the tear with his thumb, "Meems, you are not a loser, and if anyone ever calls you that, I'll make their lives a living hell, because it's not true. You are a strong, beautiful, sensitive person."
Mimi was lost in Philip's amazing blue eyes, tingles raced down her spine at his touch.
"You think I'm beautiful?" She whispered questioningly.
"God yes." Philip moaned, then he leaned in, no longer to resist the need to kiss her.
Mimi was shocked for a second, and then eagerly kissed him back, letting the rush of feelings wash over her body.
Philip was dazed by how the kiss affected him. He couldn't ever remember feeling this intense desire, passion, and warmth from any of the kissed he'd shared with a girl before, even with Chloe. He felt like his whole body was on fire, and that if they separated he would die.
Mimi's arms snaked around Philip's neck, as his hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer. She brought her legs up and around his waist, and his hands worked themselves under the back of the shirt she wore.
They tore at each other's minimal clothes. Soon both were down to their underwear. Philip lowered their bodies down to the bed. His fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, then finally unhooked the buggers. With trembling fingers he slowly pulled down the straps of her bra. Mimi looked at him searchingly as he did so, seeking approval, which she was rewarded with and more.
"God your beautiful." Philip uttered, then leaned down and began kissing her neck.
"Tell (mmm) me how I'm (oh) beautiful." Mimi gasped as his kisses made their way down her body.
"Your lips are so luscious (kiss). Your skin is so soft (kiss). Your hair is like the sun when it starts to set (kiss). Your eyes sparkle and pull me in (kiss). Your body's curves are incredible (kiss). You're kind (kiss). You care about your little brother (kiss). You're coy (kiss). You're passionate (kiss). You don't let anyone see when your down (kiss). You're a good friend (kiss). And you're loyal (kiss). And . . . ."
Mimi dragged him up from her stomach, "Oh Philip . . ." She pulled him into a deep, tender kiss. Eventually they parted, and she stared intensely into his eyes, "Make love to me Philip."
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Please, I want replies, I know it sounds pathetic, but I live for feedback, good or bad! I need to know what you think so I know where to go with this.
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I~ I'm going to start including the rest of the teens, a.k.a. Mimi and Philip ~ /I
Life's Lessons
By Jules
Chapter 3
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" . . . how do you want to handle this?" Brandon asked.
"What do you mean?" Belle queried
"How do you want to tell people we slept together, and that you'r- Iwe're/I having a baby . . . . This has to be handled carefully, because your dad, your brother, hell, most of your family will want to KILL me, get me for statutory rape . . . they might try to make you get an abortion . . ."
"NO!" Belle exclaimed, "First of all, I am NOT getting rid of this baby . . . and there are ways of taking care of my family." Belle took a deep breath, wrapping her arms around her still-toned stomach, as if protecting the life it held within, "I'm living with Bo and Hope anyway . . . and I won't let them hurt you either."
"Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself . . . and I'm pretty sure if we handle this ticking bomb delicately, we might just get off with some scathing remarks, disappointed lectures, and some harsh gossip."
b** Two hours later **/b
"What if something happens to me?" Belle asked, "I watch ER repeats, the other week, a girl who was pregnant's parents had control of what happened to her and her boyfriend's baby because the girl was unconscious, the baby's father had no say what-so-ever."
"Well . . . we could get married . . . at least engaged for now . . ." The second Brandon said that, he freaked I~ Oh my God! I can't believe you just said that you dummy, are you trying to totally scare her? Hell, you're scaring yourself. ME, marriage . . . I mean I love her and all . . . oh God, did I just think that? . . . Do I love her? ~/I
"WHAT?! Is that even legal?" Belle asked, while her own mind raced, I~ Brandon just proposed . . . well, not in the most ROMANTIC way, but still, it was my first proposal . . . I love him but . . . oh my God, did I just think I love him . . . could I possibly care for him that way? . . . What are you saying Belle, there's no way he loves you . . . ~/I
Brandon quickly explained, "Well, not until you're 17 in this state, without parental consent. Then when you turn 18, we can get a divorce, saying that it was a mistake . . . I'll have the legal ability to protect the baby, and get visitation at least, and we'll all be ok. Or we could elope somewhere . . ."
"Well, my birthday is in two months . . . so if you buy me a ring, I can say it's from my fiancée, whom I met last year, and we decided we wanted to get engaged over the summer. I'll keep your name quiet, until we get married, you know, to prevent those stupid statutory rape charges. Until then you can start looking for somewhere bigger for us to live, I can get a job at the Brady Pub to help pay for things. Um, I guess finding some where near SU (Salem University, the local college) would be best, so I can go to college next year."
"Ok . . ." Brandon couldn't believe that she had agreed, and was very relieved.
Belle glanced at the clock, "Damn it's late, I better get going. I'll go talk to Mr. and Mrs. Brady about the job. School starts in like a few weeks, so I can work full time until then. Then I'll get permission to do work-study, it's worth a couple of credits, and I'll get out early everyday after lunch and be able to do two shifts every day . . . . Thank God I had Life Study last year. I actually had to plan out this kind of thing."
"Useful class." Brandon lamented.
"I didn't think so then, but I sure do now. Jason was my partner . . . my God was he so stupid . . . ."
"This is your senior year right?"
"Skipped 6th grade, makes me like the youngest student, but I get out a year early!"
"Good for us."
"Yeah . . . damn, I guess I got sidetracked. I gotta go! Bye Brandon." She gave him a kiss on his cheek then ran out the door. Leaving a shell shocked new 'fiancé' behind.
b** The Brady Pub **/b
Shawn Brady (Sr.) was surprised to see Belle Black walk through the door. She hadn't been in for a while, and by the purposeful gait she was using, she wanted something.
"Hello Belle, what can I be doing for you today?" He questioned cheerfully in his Irish brogue.
"I need a job. Full time until school starts then at least two shifts in the afternoon once it does."
Mr. Brady gave her a puzzled look, "Why do you need a job?"
Belle looked down at her feet, "Can we 'talk' about this somewhere alone? It's a rather private matter."
Mr. Brady led them into the kitchen, and leaned against the wall, "Alright now Miss Black, now can ye explain it to me?"
Belle took a deep breath and the whole story about what had happened the last few months poured out, against her control, ". . . and please don't tell anyone. My family would kill him. I really need this job."
"Oh Belle, you poor lass. Mrs. Brady and me had no idea you were going through so much. And I swear on me life that not a single soul will make me break your trust. And of course you can have the job."
"Oh thank you Mr. Brady!" She hugged him fiercely.
"Ah, you be welcome Belle, I've been looking for some help anyway. I was just about to resort to placing an add in the paper." Mr. Brady admitted, "Now basically you take customers order, give them their food, wipe off the tables and so forth, you get paid $5.68 an hour plus tips . . ."
Caroline Brady had heard everything since Belle hugged her husband, and once Belle had gone, she scolded him, "Shawn Brady, what on earth are you doing? Wages are $4.25 an hour plus tips, what are you paying her so much for?"
"That girl there is in a world of trouble me darlin'. And she be living with Bo and Hope now. Plus a lot more I can't tell you on a count that I promised the wee lass."
"You are far too good a man Shawn Brady . . . and that's why I love you." She explained, then gave him a kiss.
~*~
b** Salem Center **/b
Brandon was walking through Salem Center on his lunch break, when a jewelry store caught his eye. He looked around him, and not seeing anyone he knew, he went inside.
A polite sales girl came up to him three steps into the door.
"Good morning sir! Can I help you find something, or are you just looking today?"
"Depends." Brandon told her, putting his hands into his pockets, trying to appear casual.
"On what?" The girl asked confused.
"On whether you have the perfect engagement ring." He informed her smiling.
The brunettes face lit up, "Oh, how wonderful! Do you plan on proposing soon?" She always loved hearing the stories behind why jewelry was being bought, it was the whole reason she worked there.
"Well, I asked her to marry me, and she said yet. But I haven't done the official, on-knee proposal yet."
"So you're going to ask her again? That's so sweet!" She led him over to a display case, "Now we have a large array of diverse rings. I like to narrow down my search perimeters to start. So, I need to know, yellow gold, white gold, or platinum?"
"Yellow gold." Brandon immediately answered.
"Alright, now are you looking for a diamond, multiple diamond, other precious stone . . ."
"I was thinking of a diamond surrounded by another kind of precious jewel."
"Emerald, ruby, topaz, amethyst, pearl, opal, peridot, sapphire, iolite . . ."
"I don't know." Brandon interrupted.
"Well, what does she look like? Sometimes what the girl looks like can help determine what jewel would complement her best."
"She has soft golden blond hair, amazing blue eyes, perfect creamy white skin that's tanned gold from summer." He divulged his feelings for Belle blatantly through his description of her.
"She sounds absolutely beautiful. With her features, I would recommend blue topaz, peridots, iolite, or perhaps pink sapphires." The young woman informed him, pulling out several rings from the trays and putting them in a separate one.
Brandon looked at scores of beautiful rings before his eyes finally fell upon the ring he knew was for Belle. It had an engraved gold band, with a two-carat diamond, surrounded by pink sapphires in a flower design. On the band was engraved a stem with leaves that wrapped around the ring.
"That's the one." He proclaimed the moment he set eyes upon the ring.
"A fantastic choice sir. It's one of a kind to boot. Special ordered, but the groom chickened out. The bride sold it back to us, so it's on sale for a faction of the price." She pulled the ring out of the tray, then put the rest of the trays away, and locked them up, "Do you know you're fiancée's ring size?"
"No, but I acquired one of her rings when she was washing her hands." He explained, taking a ring out of his pocket.
The woman sized the other ring on her chart.
"Size 5, small, are you sure this isn't a ring for her pinky?"
"Yeah, her pinky ring is engraved. The purple stone one you have is for her ring finger. That's why I brought it."
"Most men aren't that observant!" She told him appreciatively.
"I have two sisters and a single mom. AS the only guy, I leaned early to noticed everything if I didn't want to get hurt."
"Smart man! Well, you're in lucky. The ring is a size 5 as well. We won't need to resize it."
She gave him the total, which made him gulp a bit, but he recognized that Isabella Black deserve nothing but the best. Plus he'd just gotten a bonus at the hospital, and Nicole had a 5 million dollar life insurance policy in which he was the predominate beneficiary. He, Taylor, and Nicole were all resigned to the fact that Nicole only had six months to live. So he didn't feel guilty about dipping into his savings to pay for the ring.
The sales girl put the ring in a box, gave Brandon his receipt, and he left the shop ginning about his purchase.
~*~
b** The next day **/b
Mimi was shopping in Salem Center. She looked up at the sky, frowning at the dark, ominous looking clouds. Just a minute ago, it seemed, it had been just partially cloudy. Right now, thunderheads blocked the sun. A summer storm had blown in, and it suddenly began pouring. The rain came down in heavy sheets. She clutched her few bags, and began to run towards the dotCom. Despite her efforts, she was completely soaked to the skin. Mimi was running along the sidewalk when she heard someone honk their horn behind her. She turned around a spotted a Mercedes pulling up, the window rolling down.
It was Philip.
"Need a ride?" He asked smiling, leaning over and opening up the door.
"Good God yes!" She cried, jumping in, throwing her shopping bags in the back seat, "Thank you so much Philip. I think I might have drowned if I stayed out there much longer."
"No problem Meems. You're my friend, and you sure looked like you were in need of a rescue."
"You have no idea how much." She told him smiling at him, taking in his own soggy appearance, "So, you got caught too?"
"Only for a second. I was lucky. I was almost to my car when it started. So I'm just a little damp." Philip explained, flashing her a smile, then quickly looking back to the road, "Let's go to my house a dry off." He suggested.
"Sounds good to me. I'm freezing." Mimi quickly agreed, shivering a bit.
Mimi came out of Philip's bathroom wearing a pair of Philip's old sweat pants with the legs caught off, that had a drawstring waist, and one of his white button up over her sky-blue satin bra.
Philips eyes went wide at the sight of her bra through the fabric of the shirt. And he took a long thorough gaze of her figure, noticing how long her legs were and the many curves the girl had.
Mimi noticed Philips's wide eyes, and close scrutiny of her body, and blushed. No one had ever really done that to her before. She loved Belle and all, but having the entire male population's dream girl as a best friend drew away the admiring looks from guys at Mimi.
Philip swallowed and tried to start a conversation, "So, what were you doing out there?"
Mimi blushed again, "Honestly, I was trying to buy gifts for everybody helping out my family. You guys have done so much for us. Building us a house, getting medical help for Connor, finding my dad a job, Mr. and Mrs. Wesley letting us stay in their house . . . I just don't know how to hank you all." She admitted to him, sitting down on his bed, "I don't deserve friend like you."
Philip sat down beside her and put his arm around her shoulder, "Oh Mimi, we don't want anything from you. You're our friend; this is what friends do for each other. I just wish you had told us sooner."
"I couldn't, I was just so embarrassed, and it all happened so fast. My dad lost his job, we thought we'd be ok, and that he'd find another job soon . . . but he didn't. Things got tight, and we couldn't pay our bills, Dad finally had to leave town to find work. We lost our house, and then Connor got sick. I knew if Jan found out, the whole school would, and I'd be branded as a homeless loser who's dad couldn't even find a job to take care of his own family . . . kind of like I am now." A tear ran down her face.
Philip cradled her face in his hand, wiping away the tear with his thumb, "Meems, you are not a loser, and if anyone ever calls you that, I'll make their lives a living hell, because it's not true. You are a strong, beautiful, sensitive person."
Mimi was lost in Philip's amazing blue eyes, tingles raced down her spine at his touch.
"You think I'm beautiful?" She whispered questioningly.
"God yes." Philip moaned, then he leaned in, no longer to resist the need to kiss her.
Mimi was shocked for a second, and then eagerly kissed him back, letting the rush of feelings wash over her body.
Philip was dazed by how the kiss affected him. He couldn't ever remember feeling this intense desire, passion, and warmth from any of the kissed he'd shared with a girl before, even with Chloe. He felt like his whole body was on fire, and that if they separated he would die.
Mimi's arms snaked around Philip's neck, as his hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer. She brought her legs up and around his waist, and his hands worked themselves under the back of the shirt she wore.
They tore at each other's minimal clothes. Soon both were down to their underwear. Philip lowered their bodies down to the bed. His fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, then finally unhooked the buggers. With trembling fingers he slowly pulled down the straps of her bra. Mimi looked at him searchingly as he did so, seeking approval, which she was rewarded with and more.
"God your beautiful." Philip uttered, then leaned down and began kissing her neck.
"Tell (mmm) me how I'm (oh) beautiful." Mimi gasped as his kisses made their way down her body.
"Your lips are so luscious (kiss). Your skin is so soft (kiss). Your hair is like the sun when it starts to set (kiss). Your eyes sparkle and pull me in (kiss). Your body's curves are incredible (kiss). You're kind (kiss). You care about your little brother (kiss). You're coy (kiss). You're passionate (kiss). You don't let anyone see when your down (kiss). You're a good friend (kiss). And you're loyal (kiss). And . . . ."
Mimi dragged him up from her stomach, "Oh Philip . . ." She pulled him into a deep, tender kiss. Eventually they parted, and she stared intensely into his eyes, "Make love to me Philip."
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Please, I want replies, I know it sounds pathetic, but I live for feedback, good or bad! I need to know what you think so I know where to go with this.
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