Its says here that there father ran off when they were six' Monica read from the file.

Monica and John had gone back to their motel room, they had decided to do a little research on Sam and Sara Anderson. They were both in Johns room lying on the double bed. Monica was lying flat on her back with her hands holding the report above her head. John was sitting, his back against the wall, another file in one hand and a half empty beer in the other.

Do they have any reason why he ran?'

It just says that they woke up one morning and he was gone, all his stuff was gone and he had left no note explaining why or saying good bye'

Bet they were angry'

Monica smiled. John was happy when she smiled, he especially like it when she smiled because of something funny or clever he said. He loved to hear her laugh. He loved to see her smile and he would do anything to make her smile. He would love to be able to tell her. To tell her how he truly felt. To tell her that he wanted her. What if she didn't feel the same? How would he live if she laughed in his face if he ever said the words he has been fighting to keep inside. It was easy at first to do. But lately it was becoming more difficult. With her flirting with him. Him not being able to resist flirting back.

So many times they had come close, he had been close to kissing her a few times, but always at the last minute he would back down. Afraid of her reaction. Right now he couldn't help noticing how good she looked. The business skirt she was wearing. She had thrown her jacket over the floor long ago, so was now showing off her shirt that was obviously at least a size to small. He couldn't help but notice her toes as they flexed with a tune she was quietly humming. Monica's voice broke John from his thoughts.

This is interesting'

What is?'

The date that he went missing, August 16th'

That date sounds familiar'

It should, its the girls birthday'

Wow, bet they were pissed'

They fell into silence as they continued to read from the files. Monica wasn't reading hers she was thinking. If it was the girls why now? How were they doing this? John noticed the look she makes when she is deep in thought.

What have you already figured out?'

What makes you think I've figured something out?'

That look on your face, now come on share whatever it is that's going on inside your head'

What's today's date?'

What? Why?'

What is it?'

August 14th'

Its their 16th birthday in two days, ten years to the day he left'

Just a coincidence'

Maybe' they were silent for a few minutes until Monica broke the silence Do we have anymore beer?' she asked as she reached over him to grab another beer.

We have one left' John held it above his head, out of her reach, she tried to reach for it.

John come on, give me the beer'

Maybe I want it to myself'

Maybe you want to be beaten up if you don't give me it'

You couldn't beat me'

Oh yes I could. I could kick your ass if I wanted to'

No you couldn't'

To try and prove him wrong, when he wasn't expecting she grabbed him arm that was nt hold the beer and tried to put it in a lock behind his back, but he was to strong. They wrestled for control, until finally John had Monica pined beneath him.

Told you you couldn't beat me' he told her.

She didn't reply, she just gazed at him, her breathing becoming deeper. It was then that John noticed just how closed they were. He wanted to move. But he didn't. He wanted to tell her how he felt. But he couldn't. They gazed into each others eyes. Each one of them had love written all over their faces. All of his previous doubt, whether or not she would reject him or not, left his mind. All that was left was his feelings and how he should act upon them.

Finally after about 10 minutes of gazing, John moved forward and kissed her. It was slow at first. But when Monica opened her mouth to him, it became deeper and more passionate. John released his grip on her wrist's, they soon travelled her body, hers did the same. They pulled back after minutes of kissing, to gaze into each others eyes. John looked into her eyes, to see what she felt. He could see everything that he felt. She wanted him as well. Just in case he was wrong John silently asked her if she wanted this. She answered him by placing her lips on his again. This time neither broke of.

You'll have to use your imaginations at what happened that night ; )

I would write the sex but
1) I'm only 15
2) My parents read some of my stories, they would kill me if I wrote sex

I'm all for it though, I'll read it, maybe once I'm old enough I will include it but until then please use your imaginations : )

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