I can't believe I just wrote this. You should see my face right now. I am completely surprised with myself. By the way, this is from Tom's point of view.
Story Fifteen
Title: First Time
Rating: K to K+
Summary: Simon and Tom should be in class.
The first time he kisses me, we're in an empty hallway at school. We're both late to our next class for one reason or another, and I'm complaining about it. I'm going to fail. I can't fail.
I suppose that he kisses me to shut me up, and when he pushes me lightly towards the wall, my books go tumbling towards the ground. With my eyes open in surprise, I notice that my history book has opened to the atlas section, and a picture of India greets me. My sister is there, yet I am here, being kissed by a boy when I have yet to even kiss a girl.
I panic at first, completely confused. What warranted this? Yet it feels so…pleasant? Before I know it, I'm kissing him back, assuring myself that I'm doing so solely in hopes to disconcert him—to have him jump away, surprised. But he doesn't react, and so my eyes close, and I relax, beginning to enjoy the cool feel of the wall behind me, his hands on my shoulders…
There are footsteps and he pulls away from me. I whirl around, shocked. Has someone caught us? There's no one nearby, but the footsteps are still coming. I scramble towards the ground, trying to pick up my books…I get lost gazing at India and he crouches down, too, helping me with my dropped possessions. I want him to fling the books aside and kiss me again, but he doesn't. I'm not even standing up yet when whoever has been pacing the halls rounds the corner. We both look up to see the headmaster.
"Mr. Middleton and Mr. Doyle, shouldn't you be in class?"