High School: A Tale Of Two Friends…
Girl you got me on my knees
Beggin' please, baby please
Greg had never thought he'd be glad for the entirely too big walk-in closet that was in his room. Until now.
After they had slid his bed back into place after getting Sara into the room Greg had heard footsteps coming up the stairs. "Greg, what's with all the noise?" his mother's voice asked.
"Hide!" he hissed, tossing her the sleeping bag and the lighter of her two backpacks and pointing toward the closet. Just as he closed the door behind her, the door to his room swung open. "Mom!" he said, spinning around to face her. "I was, ugh… I dropped something under the bed, I was trying to find it," he lied.
She surveyed the room, noticing the backpack Sara had had yesterday. "Was Sara here?" she asked.
He nodded. "Yeah, she wanted to ask me something. She must have left her bag here," he said, noticing what she was looking at.
Satisfied, she turned and walked out of the room, bidding him goodnight.
"Night, mom," he called back to her, exhaling loudly before opening the door.
She smiled. "Well, we're off to a great start…" she looked up at him, through her knees and left arm which was crossed over her chest, attempting to remove her rear from the shoebox she fell in.
He laughed, reaching for her arm to assist. Again, his clumsiness led to her falling on top of him, free of the offending shoebox.
"Do you know how clumsy you are?" she asked, muffling a laugh.
He nodded. "Hey why are you complaining? I have an elbow in my stomach…" he said.
Sara shifted, her hands now resting on his chest, propping herself up. "I don't recall saying I was complaining… more like stating a very well established fact," she teased.
"Hey, you're the one who was sitting in a shoebox…" he reminded her.
"Greg."
"What?" he asked.
Sara smiled. "Shut up," she leaned down and kissed him.
Several minutes passed before either broke the kiss, desperate for air.
"Good night, Sara," he smiled, after helping her spread out the sleeping bag on the floor in the closet.
She ginned back at him, as he shut the door to let her change. "Night, Greg." She whispered back at him as she wrapped herself in the poofy, down sleeping bag. "And thanks again."
"No problem," he whispered back.
I promise even more fluffiness next chapter but it might take a while since I have to transfer all my files off this computer for some reason unknown to me… so forgive me for lack of updates, I'll update again ASAP. Review!