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Chapter 5

... "You give up yet?" Henry taunted, he sneered at the girl underneath him.

Charlotte glared up at Henry as if he were her worst rival. She struggled to free her arms that were pinned down on the carpet.

"Not even close." She fought out. To Henry's suprise she somehow broke free of his hold and she was now on top.

He chuckled at his best friend. She had the most satisfied look on her face. Charlotte loved having dominance.

As he stared up at her, he developed an inkling that this occured before but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"What? Is that a look of surrender?" She teased, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He beamed at her and she did the same but both of their smiles faded away. Their heads eased inwards and their lips slowly connected.

Sparks flew as if it were meant to be, they both felt like they were getting swept off their feet. Their hearts pounded simultaneously as if they were the only two people in the world.

They gently broke apart staring at each other in admiration until reality slowly struck. Henry's memory was restored and all he kept thinking... did this really just happen again?"I should go." Charlotte said, Henry already knew her plans to run but he couldn't function.

What did this mean?

Chapter 6

Henry sat on his bed, replaying the kiss repetively in his head until he heard a loud knock on his window.

The blonde haired boy looked over seeing Charlotte staring at him. She had a troubled look on her face and she had on her classic pajama pants and her favorite slippers along with a gray hoodie.

He almost immediately opened the window, "We need to talk." They said in unison. Both even more freaked out in how they were thinking the same thing

"I like you, Char. But not in that way." Henry stated.

"And I don't feel the same." She replied sarcastically. She didn't like like this either.

"Okay, so why do you keep kissing me?" Henry asked, Charlotte gave him a look.

A murderous look. He's the one who keeps kissing her. "No, why do you keep kissing me?" She fired back.

Henry gaved her baffled look. It was obvious that she's the one who couldn't control her lip urges. But of course she had too much pride to admit it. "We both kissed each other, okay!" he admited. Even though it was actually you, he thought.

"But why?" Charlotte asked, she didn't understand. Why did this happen again? Henry was her best friend for as long as she could remember, and this incident never happened before.

"I don't_" He cut himself off by pausing to think. He sighed and sat on the edge of his bed. "Every time we're physical with each other." He began, emphasizing physical. "We kiss."

"So what does that mean?" She questioned.

"Maybe we're so full of energy, that we express it by kissing." Henry stated. That may have been the most dumbest thing he could ever say, but that's all he could think of.

He looked at Charlotte as if he needed her approval. She nodded. "Okay. That makes sense. So... we should just stop?" She asked.

Henry's heart stopped pounding for a moment as if his life flashed upon his eyes. He loved Charlotte. He didn't want to stop being friends with her. "Stop what?"

Charlotte squinted at her best friend. "Wrestling." She clarified.

So much relief came to his heart. "Ohh right."

"So we should just stop wrestling and maybe we will stop kissing?" Charlotte asked, Henry nodded.

"Good." Charlotte muttered. Henry stuck out his pinky which made her insides giggle. But she hooked her pinky with his and they both gently shook it.

However their heads swiftly swung inwards and they pecked lips again. As if they seen a grotesque bug, they both squealed in terror and departed from each other.

"Why do we keep kissing?" Charlotte asked, but it was more like she was asking the world.

"I don't_ I don't know?" Henry panicked.

He sat on his bed while Charlotte paced back and forth. They allowed the silence to extend. They needed to think. This can't happen again. It wasn't right. It wasn't right to feel_ it just wasn't right.

"Did you... like it?" A voice with Henry asked.

Charlotte looked at him, he was staring down at the floor as if he were ashamed to ask.

"Like what?"

"You know..." He trailed off. She was becoming impatient because she knew what he meant but she just wanted him to say it. "The kiss." He finally clarified.

He waited for her to answer this...

TO BE CONTINUED...