Chapter Twenty-Five

A/N: I don't have a clue what's going to happen next in this chapter. It's going to just be right out of my head, so it might not be that good.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Natalie sat in her English class, chewing on the end of her pen. Her friends had been right, every class was given the assignment to write an autobiography.

Everyone else was scribbbling away, but Natalie couldn't think of a way to start off. She was still a bit uncomfortable about how she was born. Her father, David, had told her the story when she turned thirteen. But how could she put that into words?

I was born when my parents were sixteen years old, due to them getting drunk at some party.

NO! NO! NO!!! Natalie screamed in her head, crossing the sentence out. I guess I'll just skip that part. Yeah, that's right. No one has to know about that.

She began to write.

I was born on July 19th, 2004, to Elizabeth McGuire and David Gordon. My parents were never married, I was just an accident. My father, David Gordon, had moved when my mother was pregnant with me, so I didn't know him the first seven years of my life.

Now what? she thought. This isn't actually the real thing...it's just a rough draft...I'll make it more interesting when I type it up later.

When I was seven years old, an accident occurred, and my mother went into a coma, causing me to go live with my dad and his fiance, Brooke. I was pretty upset then, but my dad made me feel better.

The best part was when I went to school. I reunited with my best friend, Ryan Ashworth, who had moved the month before the accident.

My dad and Brooke got married August 20th, 2011. I was getting used to my new life then, my dad was nice, I had great new friends, and Brooke would talk to me about anything. She was like a mother and a sister to me.

When I was around thirteen, I guess things started changing a lot then. I was becoming a teenager, so my body was developing and all that stuff. I started experiencing new feelings for my best friend. I liked him, as in liked liked. Suddenly, I was very self-conscious around Ryan. I made sure my hair and teeth were perfect every time I saw him, I starting wearing makeup, nothing too drastic, just some lipgloss and blush, but it was noticeable. I never actually thought that Ryan would ever like me back, but I was wrong.

One day, he came to my house and asked to talk to me in private. So we went up to my room, where we both sat down on my bed, and then he told me.

He said, "Nat, uhh...do you like, uh, like anyone?"

I gave him a blank look, then shook my head. I didn't realize I was blushing until he told me. I turned redder, then nodded slowly. Then I asked if he liked anyone, also.

"Uhh...yeah...that's why I came to talk to you."

I was about to say something, I cannot remember what, but I couldn't get the words out. Finally I stammered, "Oh...w-what do you m-mean?"

Ryan looked down at the floor. He was staring at my diary, which I had been writing in before he came. I think I was writing about how I loved his eyes or something....and I had left it lying on the flor, where I had left it.

I had left it on the floor....open to the page where I had been writing.

Ryan could read it, no doubt, my handwriting was probably the neatest in my class. I sat there, in horror, as he stared down at the page that said:

Oh, my gosh...his eyes..you could just drown in them....and his lips....probably if I kissed him, they would be very soft.

This morning, I was picturing us kissing, you know, in my head, while I was eating breakfast. Then Brooke, who had just kissed my dad goodbye as he left for work, came in with her lipgloss smudged and said, "Natalie! Are you alright? You're getting your head soaked with milk!"

That was kind of embarrassing.

Wait! Why am I writing this!? Natalie thought to herself. This is my autobiography, not my diary, for crying out loud! I can't believe this! Maybe...if I turn it in...maybe Miss Craft won't make me read it out loud. She only picks the best essays with the most detail...usually I'm one of them. But if I write a note saying I don't want to read it out loud...maybe that would be okay. I don't want to erase this all. Besides, this is just my rough draft, I'm putting in the stuff about my parents when I type up the good copy.

So then, I knew that Ryan was reading it from where he was sitting. When he was done, he slowly looked at me with this blank look on his face. Then he said, "Do you mean this, Natalie?"

I felt like I couldn't breathe. I blushed harder than I ever had in my life, I swallowed hard and then managed to get out a small, "Yes."

This followed a silence. I could tell Ryan was thinking. I thought he was thinking of a way to say, "Sorry, Natalie, but I like your friend Claire, sorry." It looked like he was going to say that. But he didn't. He didn't say anything. He just started leaning in, you know...

And then I started leaning in....

And then we kissed. On the lips. My first kiss. It felt good, actually.

And that's basically how I got together with my current boyfriend, Ryan Ashworth. I cannot believe we've been dating since we were thirteen, it feels so long ago, now we're seventeen, and we've never broken up.

Suddenly, the bell rang. Natalie looked up at the clock and couldn't believe that thirty minutes could have gone by so fast. She gathered her things, then went out into the hall, where she spotted him.

"Hey, Ryan!" she said as she ran up to him.

"Hey," he replied. He smiled.

Natalie smiled back.

Ryan had grown up a lot since they had started dating. He had brown hair and green eyes, he had perfect teeth, and he was only two inches taller than Natalie. It was great going out with your best friend. They had so much in common, and they could share everything with each other. And their parents were good friends with each other, and they liked to go out to restaurants and other outings together, so they saw each other a lot. It was pretty cool having young parents, they still liked to have some fun, not like the parents of their friends.

Ryan reached out and grabbed Natalie's hand. "So how's Brooke?" he asked.

"She's fine," Natalie told him, "A lot of morning sickness, though. I still don't get why they keep trying to have a baby when Brooke's already had three miscarriages."

"So you don't want a brother or sister?"

"We.., it would be cool, but what's the point of trying when it's not going to end up the way you want it?"

"What?"

"I don't know. We're gonna be late for our next class if we don't hurry up," Natalie pointed out.

"Okay, see ya," Ryan said as he let go of her hand and quickly kissed her on the cheek, then hurried in the other direction.

Natalie watched him as he disappeared into his French class. "See ya," she said dreamily.