A/N: Hmm… this looks familiar. I don't own YW, much less… The Temptations
Chapter Twelve
My Girl
Kit, dreading to see whom, exactly, was standing in the middle of the hotel room, promptly squeezed his eyes shut, silently willing Nita to greet the intruder…
"Well, well, well…"
Oh, no… that's not…
"TOM?"
Kit fell back into his chair, reluctantly opening his eyes.
Tom Swale looked expectantly at them both, clearly waiting for them to come up with a suitable explanation for their behavior.
Nita went a bright red as she stammered out something unintelligible even to Kit's ears.
"Ummmmnnhlllppkttt…"
A wicked grin plastered itself onto Tom's face. One look at that face told Nita and Kit that, yeah, they were done for.
So, Neets… where do you want to be buried?
Trying to hide a blush and look inconspicuous at the same time, Nita stomped on Kit's foot.
Ow…
"So this is what Carl was trying to tell me about," Tom mused. "…very interesting."
Nita, on the verge of saying something, froze, her mouth hanging open stupidly.
"Lllp…"
Tom, oblivious to Nita's pathetic attempts at a comeback, continued.
"Yes… How come it took you two so long? We knew a few years ago…"
Kit buried his face in his hands, not daring to move or look up as Tom began lecturing them for not telling their Seniors, of all people.
Luckily for both teens, Tom ran out of breath ten minutes later, just before they ran out of blood to rush to their faces.
"Okay… now," Tom began, "for the important stuff. Stay out of Los Angeles. Trust me, you don't want to know the reasons why."
Before either of them could react, he had winked, said loudly, "Don't get too involved with each other," and vanished.
A very uncomfortable silence fell between Nita and Kit, who both remained staring at the spot where Tom had just been. With a visible effort, Nita turned back to Kit, smiling weakly at him.
"Does this mean we can hold hands now?" Kit inquired curiously, if not a little faintly.
Nita looked at him, smiled, and nodded.
"Does this mean I can actually kiss you now?" she asked shyly.
Kit smiled as only he could, and leaned toward Nita, tilting his head sideways.
Nita allowed a faint smile to cross her face, then leaned tentatively toward Kit.
She pressed her lips to his.
Kit placed an arm around her, drawing her close as his other hand stroked her tangled auburn hair, reverently running it though his fingers as he deepened the kiss.
Caught up in the emotions of the kiss, neither of them noticed Tom and Carls' faces pressed to the first-floor window, watching them with huge smiles on their faces.
And even if they did, they wouldn't have cared.
A/N: sighs Yeah, they finally did it. Sorry it was so short… I just plain ran out of ideas. 5 reviews? Please?