A/N: This is the chapter where they start being sweeter...lots of kissing and cuddling and all that girlfriend stuff. I tried to make this chapter as sincere as possible.

I was laying on top of the hottest girl in school. Hold on. Let me savor this moment.

Alright, anyway. Once I got around the initial shock, I kissed Paige back. I opened my mouth a little, deepening the kiss. This was far hotter than anything with Jay had ever been! Paige pulled away with a smile.
"I think I should put my top back on before I do something I regret," she reasoned, pushing me gently off of her and reaching for her top. I gave her a final glance, getting up from my seat. She smirked. "This is possibly the most fun I've ever had at the beach."

I agreed.

The next day, Paige came over to my house. She jumped into my lap, greeting me with a kiss. This actually wasn't weird for her, when she had been with Spinner, she'd acted exactly the same way. It didn't seem to be bothering her that I was a girl, either.

I chuckled, kissing her. "I wanted to ask you something," I began, kissing her again. "Would you.." I continued, kissing her neck. "Be my," I left a final kiss on her forehead, the most innocent of them all. "Girlfriend?"

Her face lit up as she wrestled me to the ground. She nibbled my bottom lip slightly.
"I'd love to." Paige said, and it made me so gleeful, I can't even describe it.

Things got sweeter when I pulled her into my bedroom. We got in my bed, under the covers. I put my arms around Paige, settling my head in the crook of her neck.

I was woken up by a shower of kisses. Opening my eyes, I was thrilled to see my new girlfriend watching me. I stretched, getting up. Throwing on a wrinkled tee shirt over my tank top, I pulled Paige out of bed. She kissed me and I laughed. "Will you stop kissing me long enough for me to tell you we're late for work?" I exclaimed.

Her eyes widened as she pulled away from me. "Shit!"

We turned to each other, seeing our completeness in each other's eyes. Then we remembered we were wasting precious time. I helped her into the shower, showing her how to use it. I jumped in with her. Putting my arms around my new girlfriend, I felt the warm water beat down on my tired body.
We dried off, and luckily I had an extra work outfit.

Work was hard to deal with. I wanted to grab Paige every two seconds and make out with her. We had another guy working, so we took a quick 10 minute break, heading outside to get some 'fresh air'. When we came back inside, we were more breathless than we had been to begin with. Once, when Paige was filling an order, I came behind and poked her butt with a bendy straw. She responded with a not very well hidden squeal and, later, a playful slap.

Being off work was a relief. Paige called her parents, letting them know she'd be staying at my house. We came back home, and it almost felt like we lived together. We cooked hotdogs, and macaroni and cheese. Settling in front of the TV, we began to eat.

"Yum. Paigey, you'll make a great house wife." I joked, winking and grabbing her hand.
"Lexxi honey, I know you're the man in this relationship but do me a favor, don't cut your hair short and wear men's clothing. Or grow a beard. Or any other facial hair. I like my girls feminine. Okay?"

"Aw, man. You just nixed EVERYTHING I was planning. See, I was going for this full beard that-" Paige cut me off with a kiss.
"Shut up." She growled playfully, grabbing my arm.

"Not now, Paige. I think a hair sprouted on my chin!" I exclaimed.
"You're so cute when you do that." She complimented.
"Yeah. I know." I answered, beaming proudly.

Man. I had the best (and hottest!) girlfriend ever.

After Paige told her brother about us, and I told Marco, we decided to go on a double date! I pondered who was the man in the Marco/Dylan relationship as Paige took forever to get ready. It was probably Dylan. He DOES play hockey. I brushed my hair, throwing on a fresh pair of jeans and a shirt. I even put on some new socks.

Paige laughed. "I love your amount of effort." She exclaimed sarcastically.
"My lack of effort makes up for your excessive effort." I countered.
"I just want to look good for you!" She threw back.

"You look good in whatever you wear. Sweatpants included. But my favorite happens to be that invisible halter top of yours, you'll have to let me borrow that sometime..."

Paige gave me a playful smack.

When we met Marco and Dylan at the restaurant, I about laughed. Marco's outfit was hilarious. He's probably the least fashionable gay guy I've ever met.

The dinner went by in a flash, as did the movie we saw. It was some lame slasher flick, and Paige had been clinging to me throughout the entire thing, which I didn't mind.

Let me tell you, I didn't mind going over to Paige's for the night. Her parents were out of town on some sort of cruise. I was sprawled out on Paige's giant bed, and about to drift off when Paige pounced on me. I let out a scream, wrestling her down to the bed. She giggled, tickling me. I smiled.

"Not fair!" As I struggled not to laugh, I thought a little bit.
Paige brought out a different side of me. A more timid side. More importantly, she made me happy. I was sure that when I returned to school in August that I'd act like my sarcastic old self again and not a love-whipped little sissy girl. I couldn't figure out whether or not Paige would tell people about us.

"Paige, if we're still together when school starts, are you going to tell your friends about us?" I questioned nervously, not wanting to hear the answer. My girlfriend looked up at me from her place on the bed. Taking my hand in hers, she smiled.
"Well it will be hard not to, with us making out everywhere."
We both grinned knowingly.