Okay, so I lied. This wasn't a quick update. Sorry. I don't really even know if anyone cares anyway. Thanks to my two reviewers.

The next morning you're laying on her couch and she said she'd be down soon, just let her get dressed, okay?

She appears on the stairs and you just stare. She seems to notice, but comes down and acts like it's normal.

Hell, by now it probably is.

She sits by your feet.

"What do you want to do?"

What do you want to do?

Kiss her. Push her onto the couch and pin her hands above her head. Run your tongue down her neck and across her collarbone. Hear her whisper your name over and over again.

"I dunno. Eat food?"

She smiles and grabs your hand to pull you up. But she doesn't let go. She leads you by the hand to the kitchen and opens the fridge, motioning for you to take your pick.

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At school she looks at you too.

At first you thought it was only because she sensed you watching, but now whenever you look at her, she's the one staring. It's kind of unsettling.

There are awkward silences between you two. Freddie doesn't seem to notice, he's too busy trying to get Carly's attention, so you ignore the silence and let him have it.
She sneaks looks at you while he's talking.
She hardly smiles when she's around you anymore.
You wonder if its because you brought up the kiss. Maybe it made her feel uncomfortable or something.
Whatever it is, you can't help but feel responsible.

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You're sitting in a beanbag facing her. Freddie just left, mumbling something about his mom and iguanas, and now you're alone with her. Like, really alone. And it's weird because you haven't been alone with her since the hand holding incident and you know it wasn't really a big deal but it feels like it was to you and maybe she's just avoiding you because she's mad at you for some unknown reason. Or maybe she's guessed. God, you hope she hasn't.

You feel like you're a stranger in her house, like you should leave.

She's watching you. You're looking at your feet, occasionally looking up and meeting her eyes just to quickly look back down.

"I should probably...go," you mumble.

"Okay."

You get up to leave and you hear her getting up behind you.

"Hey Sam?" She says.

"Yeah?" You turn to face her.

"Uh...Good show today." It's not what she meant to say, because today's show was terrible, there was no chemistry at all. You'd even go so far as to call it boring.

"Yeah," you say hesitantly, and start to leave again.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?" You turn back around and she's coming towards you, her eyes locked on your. She stops when your faces are only inches apart. You're breathing her breath. You fight the urge to hold yours, you're so scared. She tiptoes until her eyes are level with hers. Her eyes flick to your lips. She presses hers to yours, slowly, and somehow achingly innocent.

And you've kissed guys before, but this is something completely different, and it's soft and gentle, not rough and rushed. It's not all tongues leading up to a grope. It's over within seconds, but somehow it turns you on more than anything you've ever done with a guy.
She pulls away and won't look you in the eye.

"I think you were just leaving," she whispers, so soft that if you weren't an inch away from her mouth, you wouldn't have ever heard.

You feel like she's just squeezed your heart until it stopped beating. You can feel the tears, they're not far away. You have to get out of here. You can't let her see you break down, not now, not after she flew you so high then dropped you without a parachute or a second glance.

You turn and quickly walk, well, run really out of her apartment.

You let the tears roll.

So that's it for now. I have more written but I have to type it up and I haven't really had a ton of free time lately... :(
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