me: I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M...

amber: CHILL DUDE!

me: but i didnt update for a month! they probably want to throw bricks at me!

amber: no they dont *smiles evily at audience*

me: any way lets get on with the fluff

We became fast friends. In less than a week Allen, Lavi, and I were causing mayhem around the camp. We even got Lenalee to come out of her good girl shell and put vodka in some of the clowns water.

A month later a new arrival came. A pale brunette girl named Miranda who was a fire dancer. She and Lenalee became best friends and suddenly I had a group of friends instead of just Lavi. It was a happy time.

And a month after that I confessed to Allen.

I was in my room that London evening. Staring up at the ceiling, deciding how best to tell him. should I just tell him? Should I kiss him and see what he dose? Or maybe hitting on him and waiting for him to come to me? I was going nowhere fast on the subject.

I heard the door creek open. I sat up and saw Allen in the doorway. He looked at me and I saw that he was crying uncontrollably. He ran to me, straddled me and buried his head in my chest. I began to get "excited" but being friends with him I had learned to control it. So I then wrapped one arm around his waist and the other hand went to the back of his head. "Allen, what's wrong?" I asked him.

"Kanda. It was awful. I walked by Cross's cabin and looked in the window. Miranda was tied to the bed. He was raping her Kanda." The white haired boy told me. I immediately felt terrible. Not just because Allen had seen that but because poor Miranda had become one of Cross's "favorites."

A favorite is the worst thing you could be here. Yeah, you got more food and you weren't beaten as much but you would become victim to Cross's sick fantasies. I felt for Miranda because I had been in the same place. I was thirteen when I was a favorite. I was only one for a few months but it had made me cold and mean even now almost four years later. I could only imagine what it would do to Miranda. And poor Allen had to see the beginning of her end.

"I'm so sorry, Allen." I apologized as I moved my other arm to his waist to hug him closer to my body. In that moment all I wanted was to run. To carry Allen in my arm and take him far away from this awful place. So we could both be safe from Cross. I guess Allen sensed the change in me because he looked up into my eyes. Silver pools filled with sadness and another emotion I couldn't identify.

Then, before I even knew what I was doing, I gently pressed my lips to his. I kissed him tenderly hoping to get a response. I pulled away and saw that Allen had a confused look on his face. I felt crushed.

"I…" but I couldn't finish before the fifteen year old wrapped his arms around my neck and mashed his lips to mine. We kissed passionately. Lips moving in perfect sync. I gently bit his bottom lip and he gasped. I used to opportunity to probe his mouth. As we fought for dominance, I hugged Allen even closer to my body so our chests where touching and he was sitting on my groin and I could feel his. Both of which were at full attention.

Unfortunately our need for air caused us to separate. We both where panting to catch our breath. "I love you, Allen. I've loved you since I first saw you." I told him.

"I love you too, Kanda." Allen responded. We both laid down on my bed arranging ourselves so we could face each other, hold each other, and both sleep comfortably. I covered us in a blanket and I drifted to sleep using the fact that Allen loved me as my lullaby.

amber: so was it worth the wait

me: no i'm awful at make out scenes how can i write a good pwp when i cant write a simple kiss

amber: you'll learn eventualy

me: so fave part? R&R favorite alert Ja Ne