A/N: Hopefully this chapter will be better than the last...
Morticia's POV
I quickly shut my locker once the bell rang, carrying my books in my arms. "Morticia!" I heard someone call out. Turning around slowley I saw that it was Gomez. I smiled immensly and slowed down for him. "Hey, I wanted to tell you I enjoyed spending time with you on Friday night. It really was a night to remember." He told me, a smile spreading on his face. "And don't listen to what those jerks said. They were drinking." He added, sitting down at his desk, which was right next to mine. We had many of our classes together.
"I know. I had a great time to. I'm glad that Ophelia and RJ left." I admitted.
"Me to." He confessed. We talked for the rest of the time, until the teacher stepped into the room. I showed him some of my poems, and he liked them. He wrote some of his own, his handwriting chicken scratch against my notebook. After class, lunch time came. We sat together, going over more poetry and discussing french. Everytime I spoke it, he kissed my cheek. Or my hand. Or my lips. I liked it when he kissed my lips. We had classes again after that. They went by quickly, Gomez and I stealing quick glances at each other. After classes were over, I went to my locker, throwing everything I had in I closed my locker, I saw Gomez standing right in front of me. He leaned down gently and kissed me on the mouth tenderly. I melted.
This was a little sappy, I think.