Purple Rain

[A/N: This chapter is the reason it gets a PG-13 rating! But you have to read it

"It's not that great." I say, getting my guitar out from the backseat.

"Play it anyway."

"Fine." I place my hands on my guitar and start singing.

"I confess, yes, our fall was all my fault

If you kissed my eyes, your lips would taste salt

but you think my regret is a lie, and the tears I cry

are the crocodile kind.

The sweat on your upper lip starts to boil

white hot with anger, still convinced I'm your foil

you keep fighting me, though my eyes are free

from crocodile lies.

You, yes, you, linger inside myheart

The same you who stopped us before we could start

I didn't want to leave, but you began to believe

Your own crocodile lies.

The only person stopping you is yourself,

you won't accept that I want no one else,

so until you do, I won't let anyone else have you

Everyday, I live the lie

but not the crocodile kind."

How do you react to something like that? How? How do you react when you realize the exact opposite of what you've been telling yourself is true? Let's get more specific: How will he react when he finds out that I wanted him the whole time? Or maybe he doesn't want me and this is just another move in his ways to get into my pants? How do I react when I have no clue how Craig is feeling?

Dazed, I turn to him.

"I wanted you to be happy," I said.

"Happy," He said.

"I didn't know you when you asked me out, so I guess I thought I might want to be with someone I knew slightly more than you." I said.

"You," He said.

"So that's why I went with J.T, to see how you really felt about me, to help me out with my insecurites," I said,

"Help," He said.

"My unhappiness with him just proved that you and I should be together."

"Together."

"But I was just as scared to be with you as you are to be with me... So what do you think?"

"Why now?" He asked. "Why tell me all this now?"

"Because I'm leaving."

I went on to tell him that months ago I had applied to a boarding school in London, and they hadn't contacted me about my application. They called me last week and that they wanted to interview me, but it seemed as if I was in anyway. I looked at the ground as I said this, I couldn't bare too look him in the eye.

"Are you quiet because you're surprised or because you're sad?"

"Neither." he said. "I'm quiet because we've done enough talking." He then took my face in his hands and pressed his mouth to his, long and wet. we quickly hopped into my car, never letting go of eachother's hands, and we drove to my house. We were all alone and unchaperoned because Amanda was at the doctor's and Mr. and Mrs. Kent were still on their honeymoon. We, without speaking, and barely breathing, slowly and nervously and tenderly undressed eachother, and even more slowly and nervously and tenderly made love in my bed, on my black- and- white flowered sheets that smelled like vanilla, and I was losing my virginity exactly the way I wanted to.

It was well worth it, if you ignore the thing about my dad.

Holy shit, was it worth it.

Right before I was about to drift into slumberland, my eyes popped open. I suddenly remembered that I need to ask him a question.

"Craig?"

"Yes?"

"What's your middle name?"

"Daniel."

"Like Boone, the explorer?"

"No," he replied.

"Like Day-Lewis, the actor?"

"No," he replied.

"Then like who?"

"Like me."

"Thank you."

[A/N: I have no idea what Craig's middle name is, I just needed one. Anyways, only two more chapters left! sob sob and the poem is from Second Helpings by Megan McAfferty- if you read it or have read it, you'll see that some (most) of the storylines in this story are based on it.]