I do not own Days of Our Lives, Herbal Essences, Pantene, or Head and Shoulders. Yes, I know, that's so random, but you'll understand later. Enjoy!

Chapter 19: Locked Closets and First Kisses

Monday, October 22, 2007, Janitor's Closet, roughly 12 pm

I know, I know. You're probably wondering how I found myself in a janitor's closet during school, where I'm supposed to be in class doing work, like my usual self. I mean, Kitty is the one who gets stuck in closets, with cute boys like Tyson, not me.

And yes, Tyson is in here with me.

And no, I did not plan this.

It all started today on the school bus. Mr. Benson decided that we take the school bus from now on, so that we can minimize the amounts on late arrivals to school. You remember Mr. Benson, the school shrink, who helped me out of my Kitty phase, right?

Anyways, I'm the last stop on the bus, right after Izumi. By the way, we're still not really talking anymore. Like, Kimiko and I aren't as tight as we used to be, but we're not yelling and slapping each other like we used to.

So I go on the bus, say good morning to our American bus driver, Joe, and take my usual seat in the middle of the bus. I put in my headphones, and listen to my one of my latest songs, when suddenly, Tyson plops down beside me.

"Whatcha listening to?" he asked happily, taking one of my headphones out of my ears. Now, let me mention that I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. My sisters and Eric were bugging me like crazy, asking me what I did at Tamara's and what happened when Ben came to get me. What did I look like, an episode of Days of Our Lives or something?

"Leave me alone, Tyson." I said, snatching my headphones back from him. God, how hard was it to get some peace. Sure, the guy I'm in love with is beside me, but I'm so not in the mood for his issues today.

Tyson's face scrunched up. "What's the matter, Hil?" he asked, placing a hand over mine. I smiled lightly, and then it disappeared. I was supposed to be angry…

…but the way he is, god, I can't do this anymore.

I smiled. "Nothing, Tyson. Just a headache." I replied, enjoying the feeling of his hand on mine. "I'm just tired."

He grinned. "Okay, good. See ya." He said, letting go of my hand. He walked away, just like that.

"But-, wait…" I said, before turning away, red with embarrassment. How could he do that to me? He comes, makes me feel good, then he leaves?!

So, that is why I'm pretty cheesed off in the closet. But, wait, it's not over. You don't know why I'm in the closet.

It was lunch, and I was looking for Tyson, because Sakura had made me extra snacks for my lunch. And I made this special batch myself, and those are the ones I'm gonna give him. Since the heart shaped cookies incident, I've been bringing him snacks for his huge appetite, because I'm such a good fiancée. And, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Anyways, I was looking for him, and I was passing the closet, when all of a sudden, I see a mob of girls, holding bags of food, looking for something near the janitor's closet.

I go to Kimiko. "What are you guys doing?" I asked, hiding my snacks.

She sneers at me. "Not like its any of your business, we're looking for Tyson to give him our lunches." The other girls sigh with pleasure. I roll my eyes.

"I thought I saw him go to the roof." I lied, smiling sweetly. Kimiko looked at me suspiciously, but she yelled out, "To the roof, girls!" and they all left to the roof.

I sighed, but I still needed to find him. I was about to walk away, until I heard a pounding sound came from the janitor's closet. What the..

I walked over and pressed my hand to the door. "Hello? Are you stuck in there again, Kenny?" I asked, remembering the last time when someone got stuck in there.

"Hil!" I heard, "open the door!"

Tyson??

I try to open the door, but the doorknob was stuck. And obviously I'm not the strongest person ever, but I swear it wouldn't budge.

"Tyson," I say into the door, "I'll have to kick the door open. Stand back, kay?" Without waiting for an answer, I step back, and kick the door as hard as I could.

The door slammed open, and I walked in, wondering why is the janitor's closet so big? "Tyson?" I asked into the darkness, closing the door. Suddenly, I heard the mob of girls coming back here.

"Hil, don't close-!" I closed the door, hoping the girls didn't hear the door close. "-the door……." He said, emerging from the dark part of the closet.

I blinked. "What?"

Tyson sighed, running his hands through his hair. "How do you think I got trapped here in the first place?" he asked.

Oh. Holy crud, we're stuck.

So, here we are. Stuck in this darned closet, with like no hope of coming out for a while. The only good thing about this is that---

Same day, IN THE CLOSET, no clue

Sorry about that line. Tyson wouldn't stop annoying me.

"Hilary," he said, "Hilary, future Hilary Granger……………….." I blushed at that one. Was that how he really thought about me?

I looked over at him, and I sweat dropped. He was sleeping! I blushed again; was he dreaming about me?

"Tyson, Hilary!" I said, hoping that if I used by name he would react somehow.

"Hilaryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" he whispered, drooling a bit. EW!

"Ben." I said, and I saw his face turn red with angry. He growled a bit, and said, "My fiancée." I smiled and started stroking his hand.

"Tyson, I love you." I whispered, becoming bold. I smiled at his reaction, his mouth dropped open, and he started sweating.

"Love…" he said, smiling softly, but he was confused looking. I looked down at him, and realized that I didn't want him to say it when he was sleeping; I wanted real life. And I knew how.

"Tyson, wake up." I said, shoving him a bit, but he wouldn't wake up. Instantly, I reached for the snacks in my bag, and wafted them in front of his face. And he woke up.

"Food!" he screamed out, grabbing them out of my hands. I pouted; not even one thank you!

"Whmat the heehck…" he muffled, spitting out the food. He wiped his mouth disgustedly. "Did you make this?" he cried out, his eyes angry.

I gaped. "Obviously, I made it for my fiancée after all." I said, remembering his bold statement at the beyblade competition.

He looked at me. "Did you even taste it?" he asked quietly, narrowing his eyes. I shook my head, and he burst out laughing.

"Then how can you feed me this stuff?" he yelled, suddenly angry. I felt tears coming on, but I wouldn't let them show.

"I tried, stupid! The least you could do is thank me?" I said angrily, turning around so he wouldn't see my tears. How could he do this to me? He's just some stupid guy, who happens to be my fiancé! That's so typical, right?

"H-hey," he stammered, touching my shoulder. "Don't be mad, Hil. I'm just really-wait, are you crying?"

"No!" I exclaimed too quickly, desperate to wipe the tears from my eyes. I blinked them away, but when I opened my eyes, Tyson was watching me with this heart felt expression.

"Hil, what's the matter? Don't cry because of me..." he said sadly, looking deep into my eyes. He was so overpowering, and the way he was looking at me made me lose my breath.

"I'm sorry for making bad cookies." I sniffled, wiping away the last of my tears. I smiled inwardly. This was all going all according to plan! He would stare into my eyes, and then kiss me, just like it's supposed to be!

He stared into my eyes, but he didn't really say anything, or do anything actually. He just stood there. Just looking at me like I had something he wanted. It was kind of scary.

"I guess you're taking this engagement thing seriously?" he asked shyly, scratching the back of his head with his hand. I smiled softly.

"Yeah, I guess so…" I replied, chuckling a bit. Then, the chuckling turned into giggling. Then we broke up in this huge fit of laughter. And we didn't stop for about 5 minutes.

"Phew, what was that?" I asked, wiping tears from my eyes.

He shrugged off his remaining laugher. "No clue," he said, "but I needed that."

Then we sat in silence. I knew I wanted to ask him, but I couldn't do it. But I had to if I wanted Tyson to fall for me! But whenever I try, my mouth turns all dry and I can't speak. Oh, woes me!

"Hil……." He started, gazing at the floor, "how long have you been with Ben?" he asked, glancing up at me.

"Some months."

"How many?"

"Dunno."

"How can you not know?"

"I didn't keep track of it."

Tyson sighed. "Okay, fine. What it better than being engaged?"

I stopped him. "Wait a minute. You asked a question already; now it's my turn." I said, finally putting my plan into action. The plan was to get us to play a game like this, and I'd get answers from Tyson, and I'll know how he really feels about us.

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Hil. It's your turn."

I smiled. "What kind of shampoo do you use?" I asked, getting worked up to the really big questions. I didn't want to come out with some big question, like who was your first girlfriend, or whatever. And besides, Tyson's never had a girlfriend before.

He looked at me, puzzled. "What are you talking about? I use Head and Shoulders, like everyone else, okay?" he said, looking at me funny.

I shrugged. "Well, I don't use that."

"You're not everybody, are you? No; you're the minority of us. The minority who use big shampoos like Herbal Essences, or Pantene." He answered, grinning.

I felt myself getting mad. "Who are you to say I'm a minority?" I retorted angrily, narrowing my eyes at him.

He narrowed back. "Your fiancé." He replied, shrugging his shoulders. I didn't know what was happening, but I was suddenly at a loss for words. My plan had been killed and I didn't know where this was going now.

"What does that have to do with anything? It's not like you care about it." I heard myself saying, suddenly blushing.

He turned to me swiftly, grabbing my shoulders. "Of course I care! Why do you think I hate this Ben guy?" he asked, with an annoyed tone. There it was; that trapped feeling. I couldn't stop looking at him, and I wanted so badly to look away. He was scaring me.
"T...Tyson…" I stammered my eyes wide with surprise. This wasn't in the plan at all! I wasn't supposed to be the one who was scared; I was supposed to be in control! This is my plan!

"Why would I care if Ben was your boyfriend if I didn't care about us?" he exclaimed, his eyes angry, "I wouldn't, that's what! So quit the dense act, because that's not you!" (I knew I wasn't dense).

And then, it happened.

They say that first kisses are most comfortable during the middle of a sentence. For example, you're in a janitor's closet, and the guy you're in love with is declaring his 'feelings' for you, and before he could say anything else, you put your lips to his, not in a forceful kind of way, but like a question. The question is, "Can I do this?" or, "Is this what you're saying?" or even, "I've wanted to do this for the longest time."

At first, he was kind of still, and then the next thing I knew, he was kissing me back, and it felt really good. Not just really good, but really good. And it wasn't cheesy, like saying my knees went to jelly or whatever, because we were sitting down. And I did feel my heart beating triple time, but I didn't feel like it was gonna jump out of my chest or anything like that. Actually, I couldn't even breathe.

But that's not the worst part about it though. When we pulled apart, he smiled, but then his eyes went dark. "I bet you kissed Ben like that, too." And he turned away from me.

WHAT THE HELL????

"What are you talking about?" I exclaimed, crawling closer to him. He looked at me over his shoulder, before adjusting his cap and looking away again. "I just kissed you, you stupid jerk!"

Angrily, he jerked around. "I'm the jerk! At least I didn't go behind their fiancé's back and ran away with their ex boyfriend! And to top it all off, you gave me a fake kiss!"

I gasped. "And how do you know it was fake?"

He smirked. "Kissing me isn't like kissing Ben, is it?"

I looked at him, gulping away my fear. "Yeah, it kind of is different."

Tyson looked sad for a bit, and then came his angry face. "I told ya so. Now go away."

I smiled. "Let me finish. I'm not into Ben anymore, so you can stop talking about him. I'm just worried about him."

Tyson slowly turned around, his face still angry, but traces of hope entering his eyes. "Hil…"

I stopped him. "No, just listen. I need you to understand, Ben's my friend, and I still love him, but not in the way you think. He took care of me when I was so vulnerable, and I can't repay him enough for that. I just…" Tears started to fill my eyes, and I desperately wiped them away.

Tyson stared at me, his face this worried expression. I smiled. "I'm fine, don't worry. Just trust me; I'm not going anywh-------"

His lips were on mine, and I think that I was kissing him back, I think anyways. But after we were done, he turned away, completely embarrassed and we didn't say anything for a while.

Same day, OUT OF THE CLOSET, 7 pm, my room

"We're going to die." Tyson repeated, rocking back and forth in the fetus position. His eyes were glazed over, and sweat was coming from his head down his face.

I sighed. "We're not going to die." I assured him for the 100th time that day.

"Of course we are," he said, "nobody's going to save us, we'll starve to death, and I'll never blade again." He said, tears filling his eyes. I rolled mine.

"You're so annoying. Someone has to find us." I said, even though I couldn't help but worry myself.

"Stop using my air!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he suddenly exclaimed.

"Don't yell at me!"

"Shut up!!!! You're using the oxygen!"

"Do you even think before you speak!"

"STOP USING THE AIR!"

"I'm gonna kill you in 5, 4…"

"THE AIR, HILARY, THE AIR!"

"3….2….."

"No! I can feel the air disappearing!"

"1……"

Suddenly, the door opened, and who did we see but Mr. Benson, staring down at us with a shocked look. "What the…"

I jumped up, immediately jumping on him. "Oh god, Mr. Benson! Thanks so much!" I cried out, squeezing the death out of him.

Even Tyson got up, and jumped into his arms. "I love you!" he cried happily, before Mr. Benson dropped him and he hit the ground, crying, "Ouch……"

"What were you doing?" Mr. Benson asked, leading us to the parking lot.

Then, we both stopped. We looked over at each other, and gulped. Oh god, we kissed…

We both blushed and looked away. I kissed Tyson!!!!!!!!!! Yes!!!!

But on the downside, what is gonna happen to us? Is our relationship gonna be all crazed now? How am I supposed to talk to him? I don't want to be the engaged couple who don't talk to each other because of a kiss….

Actually, that doesn't make sense, because engaged couples usually so a bit more than kissing before the engaged part comes close. But, we are the odd couple, you know.

Anyways, I kissed Tyson!!!! Oh my god, you don't know how happy I am!!

But is it worth losing our friendship over?