WARNING:

Following chapter deemed inappropriate for readers under the age of 10.


Chapter 25. Completely Inappropriate Dreams and Conversation

Izzy's POV.

I looked into Nick's eyes. He smiled at me.

"Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded.

He kissed me. A sensation filled my entire body. He continued to kiss me, up and down my neck. He held me tight, handling my hips quietly. My hands trembled as I touched the back of his neck. One of his hands rested on my shoulder as he kissed me.

I thought about where we were. Both of us sitting on the sand, my body facing him, my arms gently placed around his neck. He was sitting cross-legged. One hand on my knee, one on my shoulder.

I was awkward. He was very gentle to the touch. He didn't push me. It was like he was asking. And I always said yes.

He pressed his lips to mine, his eyes closed like mine. His hand crawled up my stomach slowly as I shivered. His touch was warm, but familiar and loving. He brushed his hand over my belly button. I giggled at his ticklish touch. I moved one hand to his side, which soon crept round to his back. I pulled him closer to me.

I pushed my dainty body into his muscular build. I felt him smile as he continued to kiss me. He liked how it felt. My body against his. He liked the way my body was small.

I liked his. He was different than I expected, He was gentle and quiet in real life. But here, he wasn't. His body was strong and muscular, with his arms touching me in relatively inappropriate places, but I didn't mind. His hand now moved up my side. My fingers crept down to the edge of his t-shirt. I pulled it over his head. He continued to kiss me.

He stopped for a second. I pulled my tight fitting shirt over my head revealing my small chest. I guess I wasn't extremely small. But not nearly as big as Miley or Mikayla looked. I was a petite framed girl. His fingers traced my bra straps. I let him. His hands moved to my upper back. My shoulder blades.

The sand was harsh against my legs. Uncomfortable and itchy. He made it not so bad. His kisses moved over my neck and face. It felt so good to be close to Nick. I knew now that he loved me. And I knew, he wanted me. His fingers lingered over my stomach. It tickled. His touch was warm.

I moved closer to him. He pulled back and looked at me.

"I love you." He said, smiling.

I smiled.


I shot up.

Holy crap! Did I seriously just have that dream? Did…. Oh.. My god. I looked around. It was dawn. Nick and I were still on the beach. He was asleep. It was a dream.

Why would I have a dream about having… sex… with Nick? I didn't like him that much. Plus, he couldn't do that until marriage. As far as everyone else knows.

What was I thinking? Why did I feel this way about him.

He's my best friend. I can't like him like…that. I think it might be ok for me to have a tiny crush on him, but… this.. Is not ok.

I know one thing. I can't tell him.


I walked into school that Monday. I hadn't talked to Nick since that night. I was wallowing and over thinking everything. I had dyed my hair by then. It was a dark red shade. I felt like crap. I tried to get my dad to let me stay home, but he made me go. Ever since I 'hurt' my leg he's been watching out for me. And acting more like.. A dad.

"IZZY!" Miley yelled in my ear.

"What?" I said, my voice was tired and scratchy.

"Whats your problem?"

"I had a bad weekend."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Later. Have you seen Nick?"

"Yeah. He's over there." She said.

"OH, god. Thanks."

"You need him for something?"

"I need to avoid him. Its this dream I had."

"Dream? What kind of dream?"

"I'll tell you later."


Miley, Oliver and I walked home. Normally I would walk home with Nick, but… yeah.

"So, what happened?" Miley asked.

"I can't say it with Oliver here."

"Why?"

"Its.. Between me and Nick. Personal?" I said.

"Oh… Oliver, stay ten feet behind us at all times." He nodded and stopped for a second.

"So… a few nights ago… about a day after he came back. That night… we camped out on the beach."

"Izzy, You guys didn't…"

"No! No, Not that. But I… had a dream that we… did." She stopped.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. And It felt real. But He didn't know anything about it. And you know how they say sex can ruin everything in a relationship? Well, it feels like it did. Just not for him."

"Well, I think you should tell him."

"TELL HIM? Are you insane? I can't tell him that."

"Well, Wait… are you guys even going out?"

"No. That's why I can't tell him that."

"Well… can I ask something?" She said innocently.

"Fine."

"Was it atleast good?"

"MILEY?!?!"

"Seriously?"

"You're the one who had sex with him for real." I said. She stuck her tounge out at me.

"Old news."

"Was he your first?"

"No."

"Really? Who?"

"Oh, Jake."

"Jake? When?"

"Last year… he came back before another movie. It was a one night stand, but it was great." She smiled.

"Do you still like him?"

"Oh, hell no. I like somebody new. Somebody who I might love."

"Love? How long have you known him?"

"About… four years." I stopped. I looked to Oliver.

"Miley? Oliver? Seriously?" She blushed. She looked to him.

"He's… so…. I don't know. I just like him."

"No, No, No, its not a bad thing. You guys make a cute couple."

"You think so?"

"Yeah."

"As cute a couple as you and Nick?"

"Miley."