I was walking around my room, wondering what time it was now. Mrs. Ishijuro was kind enough to tell me it was a quarter past three, but that was a while ago. I sat on my bed, wondering why he wanted to see me at six. Did he want to take me to dinner? I hope he does. Then I could make that bitch Suzuka more jealous. I started giggling, remembering how she reacted when I told her I kissed him. As mad as a bull. All of the sudden, I heard a knocking on my room door. 'Sora, it's almost six honey.' When I heard that, my heart skipped a few beats. I was excited.

"Mrs. Ishijuro. Do I look alright?" I asked, with uncertainty.

"You look fine. Now go out there, and get yourself a date." Mrs. Ishijuro teased.

I blushed. "Sure sure."I played along. It's not like I like him..right?
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I hastily made my way to the park. I felt someone embrace me and say, "Guess who?" It's kinda obvious. I smiled and said, "Yamato, doh." I heard a chuckle.

"Ready for dinner?" Yamato asked.

I was somewhat surprised. I didn't really expect him to take me to dinner. This will make one hell of a story for Suzuka. "Ah, Dinner? Is it one of those romantic candle-lit dinners you see on soaps?" I teased.

He laughed. "Sure. If you want. This way, darling." He played along. If only more guys were like this, eh?
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I didn't really know where we were going, but I trusted him. Finally, we stopped at some place Yamato said he liked or something. Some weird American place or something. Yamato offered to pay for me. Once again. My, isn't he generous. Everything I ordered, he'd offer to pay. It was like he owed me or something like that. I mean, I couldn't refuse, It'd hurt his feelings. He's been acting funny, since he found out my little secret.

After dinner things got a little bit better, and I worked up the nerve to ask. "Yamato, ever since..yesterday. You've been treating me a lot different than before you found out. Yamato, I don't like the fact that maybe you are trying to be nice because I'm disabled or something. I know you're trying to be respectful, but I rather be treated like a normal, seeing person. Can you do that for me?" I heard silence once again. Damn. I couldn't tell whether he was embarrassed, or whatever.

"Sorry Sora.."His voice broke the silence. "Still friends?" He asked. And I nodded my head, and said. "Of course!"

Yamato chuckled. "Great!" He recovers fast.. "Hey, do me a bit of a favor as well. Let me show you around to a few folks of mine. See, the place where I live, some rumor spread, and now everyone thinks I'm gay! HEY, It's not funny Sora." I couldn't help but laugh. The tone of his voice, and the situation just made it a good opportunity to laugh it out. I quickly apologized, and let him continue. "So, ANYWAY, I was hoping you could come over and pretend you and I love each other. I MEAN, Just long enough that they'll leave me alone!" He continued to complain.

What the heck. It might even be fun. An offer like this doesn't come very often for people like me. So, I agreed, and he quickly dragged me over to his home. Alright. Um..I hope this isn't some sort of sick joke people like him play. Eh, what are you worrying about Sora. Yamato's a good guy. Trust him.
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I didn't really know where we were, but I was guessing his home. I heard Yamato greet many people there; I got a little worried, and squeezed his hand a little tighter. 'Don't panic.' I heard him whisper in my ear. Then I heard him say aloud. "Hello. Dad.." Followed by a bit of grumbles.

"Son. You finally got a girl. That's funny. I think this being gay thing has gotten to your head. Yamato, don't fake you like that poor girl. Come out of the closet." His dad hissed. Ooh, poor Yamato. I would hate to have a Dad like him, bug me endlessly about being something I'm not. Or atleast I hope Yamato's not gay.. I heard Yamato mumble a bit and tugged me forward.

"You two don't exactly get a long, do you?" I asked.

"No. That basterd's just jealous. I dumped my last girlfriend, and he goes around telling everyone I'm gay. Dad's a pedophile. That son of a .. Anyway. Sora, you don't believe him, do you?"

Pedophile. Baaaad thoughts.. Poor guy.. "Um. No.." Well, now that he brought it up. I had been thinking about it a while. I decided to change the subject. "Well, ' honeybun , ' let me meet more of your dad's 'friends.' " I heard Yamato mumble once again. "I'm not gay, dammit."
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I was sitting on the top of his bed, taking my shoes off and pulling off my socks. "Think they believed you?" I asked, with hands propping myself up on the bed.

"Eh..."He replied. "It's been a lousy day." I heard him mumble, throwing his green jacket uniform on the floor.

"Sorry 'bout everything." I said, kicking my feet around nonchalantly. I felt the bed sink slightly, as he sat next to me.

"It's not your fault. I was thinkin' of gettin the hell outta here anyway." He chuckled.

"If you do. You'd leave me behind." I teased, placing my hand on his. This time, purposely.

"You sure I wouldn't bring you with me?" He smiled. I felt him run his hands through my hair. I didn't know what this was going to lead to.

Even though I met this guy a few days ago, It felt like.. I had known him much... longer.. than.. that. And I inched my lips carefully towards his. I don't know what came over me. The next thing I knew, I found myself with my arms around his neck, lying on the bed with his weight on mine. His lips beared on mine with more force each second. This was all happening so soon, it was new to me. I didn't know what to do. My mind tells me I should stop, my heart's aching I should continue. I felt him slip his tongue in my mouth, running it against my teeth, my cheeks, moving against my own tongue.

I could hear him breath heavily as he continued, and I was too from all this excitement. I felt him move his hands to the top of my shirt, and begin to unbutton it, slowly. I don't think this was pretending anymore. About midway, I placed my own hands on his, halting his actions, and he broke the kiss, blushing...embarrassed...mortified.

"Uh.." He began shly. "Um..S-Sorry. I got a little bit carried away." I could tell from the tone of his voice, he was extremely embarrassed. Aww...How cute! Talk about self-control. That's hard to find in a male.

"Er..It's...okay. I got.. a bit carried away also. Um..Yamato. We aren't...pretending anymore. Are we?" I asked, hoping he'd say no. Whoa, okay. Control yourself Sora. I think I'm proving myself wrong. Each time he touched me, I'd get goosebumps in that place. Damn, no use hiding it. I think I really love ..

"Um..No..." Yamato said in my ear. "I'm really sorry about th--"

I placed a finger on his lips, and laughed. "It's okay. You don't have to say it twice. I hear ya." And, geez, it felt like something was motivating me to say or do stuff I never thought about before. My hands just..flowed to the top of his collared-shirt, and began to undo it. He didn't stop me; I couldn't stop myself, either. I felt his lips kiss my neck, as he continued to unbutton my shirt. I felt his fingers trace down to my skirt, unzipping it as he went. And my own fingers traced themselves around on his bare chest, fluttering down to the helm of his school-uniform pants, unbuttoning the single button, unzipping it--slowly; drawing out the tension and anxiety. I unbuckled my bra, letting it drop to the floor, and I felt his finger tug at the elastic band of my panties, slowly pulling them down..
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I felt the sun's warm rays hit my cheeks. It was morning. I yawned, and stretched my arms. I tried to move, but I felt something around my waist. Moving my hands down, I came upon a pair of strong arms around my waist--Yamato. Fuck, I had completely forgotten. Well, so much for abstinence.

Yamato pulled me closer, and placed his head on my shoulders. "Morning.." He said, nibbling on my ear. "Mmhn..Hey." I said, unsure what to do. I placed my hands upon his own. "I sure am tired. Hey, what time is it?"I tried to stay calm. Ooh man, I never been in a situation like this. I hate that kind of feeling.

"Quarter past Eleven." He said, still keeping his arms around my waist.

"Oh, alright." And I cuddled in his arms. Well, I might as well chill out and enjoy this for the time being. His words rang through my head again. 11:15? Oh my god. Mrs. Ishijuro. I-I didn't tell her. She must be worried sick. I broke through Yamato's grasp on my arm. "Yamato! I didn't tell Mrs. Ishijuro. I didn't know I'd be...spending...the...night. Yamato, hand me your phone!" I said with panic, jumping out of bed, feeling around for my undergarments and clothes. What did I get myself into.