"Where are we going to go?" I asked, grabbing onto his hand.
"I don't know! Just somewhere." He replied, pulling me into the handicaped bathroom.
No one was in there, exept for me, him, And our intense breathing.
"What are we doing in-?" I got stopped, and his lips crashed on mine.
This wasn't a kiss on the cheek, it wasn't a kiss on the hand, and it wasn't me blushing...He kissed me!
I kissed him back confusedly, I'm eleven I have no idea how to kiss.
It wasn't long until we both couldn't breath anymore and let go.
"Wow, fletcher." I gasped, kissing him one last time.
We were both flushing tomato red. He was blushing so bad I couldn't tell what color his skin was a minute ago.
"Yeah, well we must get back to that line, eh?" He asked, pulling my hand out of the bathroom.
The line had three or four people in it now.
"What do you want?" He asked, yelling over the loud cheering.
"A Hot dog please!" I yelled back, over the loud cheering.
"One hot dog, and a hamburger." Fletcher ordered.
He was ad-or-able!
"I'm cold." I stated, rubbing my arms.
"Here, have my jacket." He replied, smirking.
"But yo-" I tried to say.
"Have an long sleeve on." He giggled, and we grabbed our food and headed back by the bleachers.
When we got by the first step of the bleachers he sat down his food and put the jacket over my arms. I desperatly threw my arms through the sleeves.
"Thank's."
"Your welcome, Olivy." He replied, as we shared a quick kiss.
We returned up to my dad and Chyna as they cheered.
"Where were you guys? You missed 3 touchdowns!" My dad said in a joke voice.
"Yeah! and during prize time your dad caught a sighned football, were sharing it!" Chyna replied after.
"Check out our new dance!" Chyna added, and they started doing some silly dance.
I was glad Chyna and my Dad were bonding, even though i loved him that made me know he approved of my best girl-friend.
"Its friday!" Fletcher yelled through the croud.
"Yeah, Guys! Want to see if you two can stay the night at my house?" I asked.
"Yeah, they can!" My dad butted in, tottally interfering.
"Yes!" Me and fletcher both said, my father looked at us oddly.
"I- I mean cool." We both said again.
'Buzzzzzz!' The scoreboard went.
"What!" Chyna yelled, I was guessing the game was over.
"The game is over? Thats bogus!" My father yelled too, my father saying bogus? That was so cool, not.
We all headed off of the bleachers and into the car, the whole car ride was silent.
By the time we got back it was 10:00 and Fletcher and Chyna used my dad's phone to call their parents, and both of them said yes. I don't know why my dad was so okay with a boy staying with two girls, i mean really?
We pulled up to the driveway of my house and I sighed, they both knew how my Mother was, and they didn't mind they just ignored anything she said. But she was sleep, on the couch where we had gradually left her the last time.
As soon as we got our shoes off we shot off upstairs, it was friday. They were staying the night, and it was time to party, [Not really].
"So, you guys. I know it didn't take long to get a hotdog...so tell me..." Chyna said, laughing.
"Tell you what?" We both asked.
"You know', What you did..." Chyna replied.
"Nothing."
"Are you sure?" She asked, staring at us harshly.
"Yes, we wouldn't keep anything from you." We both lied.
"Oh okay."
Fletcher sat on my bed and I sat next to him and layed down.
My head, fell onto his lap.
I was tired, and i didn't know it.
I was fighting the sleep.
I had two beds in my room.
From when my sister lived here.
Chyna was on that bed, and me and Fletcher were on my bed.
Fletchers P.O.V
Olive fell sound asleep, no snores or anything.
I stared at her, then softly kissed her on the lips.
"So, who are you texting?" I asked Chyna, her face stuck into her phone.
"Niguel." She replied, still looking at the phone.
I knew she wouldn't pay attention so i turned on the tv.
"I'm bored." Fletcher moaned.
"Mhmm." Chyna hummed, her face still into the phone.
"Oooh! My favorite show, turn back." Chyna screamed, waking up Olive.
"Huh?" She asked, looking around at her surroundings.
"I'm sorry, Ol. I'll be more quiet." Chyna pledged.
"Thanks?" Olive grunted, her face still into my lap.
I gently placed her more on her bed, and layed with her.
I pulled the cover over us.
"I'm going to bed too." I admitted.
"You two are party poopers." Chyna joked.
"Yeah we know." I replied, a tired voice forming.
I layed my head down.
Chyna's P.O.V
Olive and Fletcher were both sleep, and it was 3:00 AM.
I was up laughing about a text niguel sent me, at 3:00!
Me: I'm tired
Niguel: Me too, you should get some rest.
Me: Goodnight.
Niguel: Goodnight.
The show i was practically dying for went off.
and my mind went off.
I layed in my bed for 20 minutes
Until i couldn't take it anymore.
I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
Saturday, 7:00 AM
"Breakfast time!" My dad yelled.
"Okay!" We screamed.
We ran down the steps like a huddle of elephants,
surprised I didn't say anything I had to ask my dad...
"Where's mom?" I asked, No emotion at all.
"Rehab." He replied, smiling at me, Throwing eggs on my plate.
"Rehab? She went to rehab?" I was so excited, I would have my old Mother back.
"This breakfast is delicious, Mr. Doyle." Fletcher snapped, stuffing bacon into his mouth.
"Thank's son, I use my secret ingredients." My dad stated.
son? is that what i'd hear every time we visited?
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