Read my other story too. You might like it; it's called Stupid Fate.

CHAPTER 6

For the rest of that day I practically clung to Brian whenever I could. Whenever I would see Jordan in the hall, I would act like I was having a really detailed conversation with the guy closest to me, hoping it would piss him off, and he would keep moving.

After school Brian and me went to his house, because his parents aren't home after school. We mostly talked about random things, but we kissed for some of the time. The kissed didn't mean as much anymore, because we did it so often, but I still liked every one of them. (And by did it I mean kiss, not sex.) I finally brought up the question I had been holding back for a while. "About the letter…did you really mean what you wrote; or were you just writing it for Jordan."

"Like I said outside that night, I meant every word."

"Don't you mean the person who wrote it meant every word?" I joked.

"Yep, I meant every word." And with that he kissed me. A long, passionate kiss. He had gotten more comfortable with his hands since the first time we had kissed. He usually laid them on my hips or back, sometimes he ran his fingers trough my hair. I usually put my hands on his shoulders. This time he decided to explore a little more. He started running his hands up and down my back. Then he got his hands under my shirt and squeezed my hips. I stopped kissing. "Sorry, I'm going too fast."

"No it was just…" he waited for my answer. "It was a little faster than I expected."

"I'm sorry, I wasn't really thinking.

"That's OK." I started kissing him again. He let his hands fall to the side. I picked them up and put them on my hips. "This doesn't need to be PG kissing."

"I know." He took a breath, "Did you ever…do anything more…with Jordan Catalano?"

"No, I didn't. But he tried, and I'm glad I didn't let him. I didn't feel like getting every STD known to man."

Brian laughed, "No, that wouldn't be good."

"Brian?" I said looking at my hands.

"Yeah?"

"I, uh. I love you."

He looked at me with a completely serious face. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting too tell you that." I pulled him in and kissed him more. We kissed for a long time, maybe ten minutes. I took off my sweater, and it somehow didn't make the kissing awkward. He started to un-button his shirt. I pealed it off his shoulders. He did the same with my shirt…

I woke up about three hours later, because Brian was shuffling around franticly, putting his clothes on. "What's going on?" I asked him groggily.

"My parents are going to be home in like, two minutes."

I shot up from bed and got my clothes on. "Why didn't you tell me?" I screamed at him.

"I just got up. The phone woke me up about a minute ago."

"Why didn't you wake me up about a minute ago?"

"I don't know! I was trying to get my clothes on."

"Brian?" my voice softened. "Did we really…do that?"

He looked at me with puppy dog eyes. "Yeah…yeah we did."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"I don't know. What do you think?"

"Considering we didn't use anything…bad."

"Yeah, probably. We should probably keep this to ourselves…like forever."

"We probably should…what if I get pregnant?"

"Then we'll do…something. I don't know. We'll figure something out. I promise."

"Brian lets go to my house."

"Your parents will be there though."

"I know, but…I'd rather not be where…the crime scene was."

"Okay." He took a deep breath. "Lets go,"

The walk to my house took incredibly long. We ran into Brian's parents at the front door. He made up this bullshit story about how I came to pick up a book, and we had to search through his room (including his bed.) Then Danielle met us outside the door to my house, flirting with Brian like she had a chance. I wanted to tell her he was taken, but instead I grabbed him by the elbow, to drag him upstairs. But of coarse that plan didn't work either. My mom stopped Brian and me at the stairs, probably reacting to our guilty looks. "Hey, are you two hungry?"

"No, we ate at his house."

"Well what were you doing there?"

"Working on a project."

"Well where's all of your things?"

"In my room, that's why we came here. Okay?"

"Okay. Just tell me if you get hungry."

"Fine."

Ok, I know it was short, but I wanted to get everybody's opinion on where the story is going. If it sucks, do tell.