Okay, like I said, I'm alternating between the story and Katie's POV. I'm going to try to make the story a similar story to Katie's POV each time, so the story's not in any chronological order. It's just Katie's random thoughts that are relating to Maddie and Zack, or one of the others.

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GimmeABeat: Thanks for reviewing, and I'm glad you like the plot! I don't think it's very good, but I'm not usually that great with summaries; I'm only gifted in writing stories, lol.
SkyHighFan: Yeah, Zack finally got Maddie, lol. The next chapter will probably be about Zack and Maddie's first kiss, since Katie and Weston are having their first kiss in this chapter.

Chapter Three: First Kiss

Mom says I've been a big help with Alexis since she's been born. She's already three months old, can you believe it? Mom's been sick lately, so I've been taking care of Alexis the most I can, since Dad works. He works at FYE. That stands for 'for your entertainment'. It's a store where you can purchase games, movies, stuff like that. We always get 30% off everything we buy, because we're family of an employee. Dad buys loads of games, then Mom lectures him about buying what we absolutely need first, and then he can splurge. Dad just rolls his eyes and mimics her, most of the time. He's kind of like a big kid. We're a lot alike.

"Katie, Mommy's throwing up," Caleb said.

I looked up from feeding Alexis a bottle, and I looked over to Caleb, who was standing in the doorway of my bedroom. "It's okay, Caleb; Mommy has the flu. Stay away from her so you don't catch it," I said.

"No, she's sick. Make her better."

"Caleb, I can't make her better. It has to pass on its own."

"No. Make her better."

Sighing, I decided not to argue with him. I stood up from my computer desk chair, and nodded. "I'll check on her, okay? Go play in your room."

"Can I play the Play Station?"

"Yeah. Keep it turned down."

I watched Caleb run down the hall, and then made my way in the opposite direction towards Mom and Dad's room. Once I made my way in, I heard the sound of Mom's retching and I cringed a little, sitting on the bed. Looking down at Alexis, I saw that she was staring at me and I smiled. "Hi. Watcha doin'?" I asked.

Alexis let out a gurgle, and gave me a cute grin from behind the bottle. Her tiny feet kicked, and she continued sucking on the bottle, to finish eating. I know I'm only twelve, but I can't wait to have a baby of my own. Well, of course I'll have to. I'm not old enough to have a baby yet.

Hearing the toilet flush, I also heard the sound of the sink come on and shut off after a few seconds. Mom emerged from the bathroom, arms crossed over her stomach. Her skin was paler than what it usually is, and her hair was sorta stringy from not being washed. To others, not taking a shower seems gross, but when Mom's sick, she doesn't get out of bed until she's completely better. However, once she's better the first thing she does is take a two-hour shower. She's always been sort of a germaphobe. I have that in common with her. I don't like to be dirty, either.

"If you're looking for her binky, I left it in her diaper bag from going to Aunt London's yesterday," Mom said.

"Caleb's worried about you; I told him I'd check on you," I said.

"Always the worry wart," Mom said, sliding into bed. "I'm fine. I'm just sick."

"I told him that. He didn't believe me."

"Play a game with him; it'll get his mind off of me."

"He's on his Play Station."

"Does your school have a nursery or a daycare?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Because, you've already missed two days of school, and you're going on Monday. I want you to take Lexie to the nursery, and check on her during lunch and whenever you have the time. And, please make sure Caleb gets into his classroom before you leave to your class. He had to stay in the principal's office last time."

"Okay. Do you need anything?"

"No; I'm good. I'm not completely helpless. Listen, if Grandma or Grandpa calls, tell them I'm fine. Last time I was sick, they both shoveled so much soup into me it was coming out of every hole in my body, and I don't want to relive that disaster."

"I will. Dad's home tomorrow, and Weston's having a sleepover for his birthday party later tonight. Can I go?"

"Yes, you can, but you need to pack enough clothes this time, because the last time you were over there you were ready for one night and ended up staying the whole week."

"I wore Weston's clothes; mine got washed, I promise. They're still over there."

"Make sure you tell Dad you're going over there."

"I will."

"Alright, now get out of here; I don't want you or the baby getting sick."

Obeying Mom, so she didn't get mad, I left the room, but left the door open. The door never gets closed unless they're sleeping. In fact, all of our doors close at night. It's a security and safety clause. That's what Mom says, anyways.

I made my way downstairs, and bumped into Dad on the way. He must have gotten off early.

"Slow down, Jitter Bug," Dad sad. "How's Mom feeling?"

"She just threw up, so she's good for another few hours," I said.

"Alright, well stay out of there; you two don't need to be getting sick."

"I'm going over to Weston's house later for a sleepover, so you're on Lexie duty."

"Why don't you go over right now? I've got it from here," Dad said taking Alexis from me.

"Kay. Love you," I said, starting for the stairs.

"Weston's house is out the door, not upstairs."

"I have to pack."

"Come home Sunday night."

"Okay."

Well, I was actually late to Weston's sleepover, but hey; we're all gonna be sleeping anyways. Haha, you're kidding, right? You believed that? Psh. We never sleep at Weston's house. We stay up all night and talk and joke with each other. That's what we're doing right now, is talking. Weston's cousin, Brady never showed up, and neither did Trey; he's a friend from school. They were the only two, other than me, invited to the sleepover. But, since I was the only one who showed up, Weston and I got special treatment. Of course, I get special treatment all the time. I'm the daughter Weston's parents lost.

Weston's older sister died when she was twelve, before Weston was born. Sharon and Mike--Weston's parents--say I'm just like Anne. The home videos they have of her prove it. I am a lot like her. I'm energetic, hyper, and hysterical. Well, hysterical… Sometimes. I have my moments. In the good way; not the screaming and throwing a tantrum kind of hysterical. I've never done that. If I did, I'd be grounded for all eternity, and that wouldn't be fun at all, now would it? No, it wouldn't.

So, right now, Weston and I are in his room. We always sleep in his room. A lot of people think it's inappropriate, but it's not like anything goes on. We're twelve years old; we can't do anything. We refuse to take part in sexual activity. People think that because we know so much about it--Weston knows just as much as I do--that we're experiencing it. We're not. We're innocent. Literally.

"Katie, Wes, get to bed," Sharon called from downstairs.

"Okay, Mom," Weston said.

We never argued with Sharon. We didn't know what would happen if we ever did, but we never tried it either. Neither of us are that daring. Before crawling into Weston's bed, I took my jeans off and swapped my shirt for one of his oversized ones. I always wear his shirts to bed. They're comfortable and they smell really good.

Weston got into bed with me, and my head went to his chest almost immediately as he laid down. We always cuddle when we're sleeping. It gets cold in his room, and even though we use the electric blanket and the heater, we still freeze. Body heat is the best and safest way to stay warm, so we use that as an excuse to cuddle.

"Thanks for coming," Weston said.

"Anything for my bestie," I said, wrapping my arms around him.

"You know I love you, right?"

"You tell me every day," I said as I looked up at him.

"No, I mean really."

I stared at Weston for a few seconds, trying to figure out what he was saying, and then it finally clicked. I felt the light bulb go off in my head. He really loves me. He's in love with me. Are we ready for that? I'd never thought of being in love with Weston. Now that he's telling me, the feeling's starting to float to the top, like bubbles in a champagne glass.

"Like… In love?" I asked.

Weston nodded his head, and I bit my lip to hide my grin. "Yeah…"

"Really? Wes, that's… Flattering…"

"But you don't feel the same way…"

"No, no… I do… I just didn't realize it until you said something."

"You're usually the first to notice."

He's right; I am. Maybe I did realize it first… Maybe I just pushed it to the back of my head. But, maybe Weston was quicker in realizing. That was something new. For the first time in the years of knowing Weston, he's realizing something before me. Remember I said that he's a lot like Aunt London? Well, he is; that's why it's so surprising that he figured something out before I did. But, there's a first time for everything. I'm pretty sure this won't be the last, but it's definitely the first.

"Your heart beat me by two seconds," I said.

"I really meant what I said… I love you…"

I stared at Weston again, and his face seemed to draw nearer. No, it didn't seem; it was happening. And I wasn't pulling away. We were going to experience our first kiss right then and there. The most exciting moment of my life was about to happen in less than two seconds, and I was absolutely, completely, totally stoked about it. Then, it happened. Our lips finally met.

Pressing our lips together, we acted on our instincts, and we somehow ended up in the beginning of a make out session. My fingers through his hair, his hand on my hip. Just the way I always imagined it to be. I knew we were moving too fast, because by this point our tongues were fighting for dominance. I also knew that it wouldn't go any further than this, though, because we both know the consequences, and we also know that we're too young for sex. Heck, we're too young to be in as intense a make out session we're in now, but it didn't stop us.

Finally pulling away after what seemed like an eternity, we breathed slightly heavily against each others' lips, our foreheads pressed together. This was the most exciting moment of our lives, and we'll never forget it. I'll be telling this story to my children and grandchildren someday. Not for many, many, many years, of course.

We finally fell asleep, our arms wrapped around each other, holding one another. We have tons of pictures of us sleeping like this. From the time we were in diapers up until just a few weeks ago. Weston had come over to the house to see Alexis, and we ended up taking a nap on the couch. Mom snapped the picture, and put it on her desk at work. Weston and I go to the Tipton every day after school, because we do our homework in the lobby, and because we're assistants. We don't get paid yet, but Mom says that's changing after Christmas break.

Now, it's morning, and Weston and I were still sort of tingly from our first kiss last night. Well, I was at least. I'm more than certain that we'll be experiencing much more mature things sooner than planned or necessary, but whatever happens, happens. That's what Mom says. She believes that there's a reason for everything, and that we shouldn't think of it as a mistake, but one step closer to completing our lives. Mom's not spiritual or anything, but she sure does have a way with words. Most Irish folks do, though.

Weston and I made our way to the kitchen, and we both sat at the table next to each other. Mike had already left for work, so it's just me, Weston, and Sharon at the house for breakfast. Sharon always makes really good chocolate chip pancakes. Of course, we have to add more chocolate to them, so there was the predictable chocolate syrup in the middle of the table. Weston and I were always adding in extra of the best ingredient. Sharon swears up and down the two of us will develop diabetes, but we're detesting that theory. There's no way in life anyone can avoid sugar the whole nine yards. Unless they want to die.

"So, what were you two up to last night? You got awfully quiet after I told you to get in bed," Sharon said.

"We fell asleep early," Weston said.

That was partly true. He could tell his mother all the lies in the world. I wouldn't care. I had the best make out session ever last night. I get to look forward to a whole new night of it, and we'll have tons of fun doing it.

Well, what did you think? Did you like it? Hate it? I'm open to any critique, so review away!