Hi guys! Ok, first of, Marie318 said she wanted to know what happened between Michael and Christine that was "Too Soon". My answer to that is, that will be revealed in this chapter and the next.

Second, the end of this chapter might be a tad too much for rating T, but it's not really M. Just saying.

And third, I'm sorry this is kinda short, the next chapter will probably be longer.

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Christine's POV

A sat in a chair while Lily did my hair and makeup. My mom and Auntie Angela were here too, making sure every detail was perfect. It's not everyday that I get to go to a Winter Formal with the guy I love.

Michael was always special to me, as I had known him all my life. But when I realized I liked him, it wasn't just that I liked him. I loved him. I completely disapprove of the word love being tossed around, as if it were no more than liking a person. But I did love Michael, so it was ok. My feelings for him were so much deeper.

"Oh sweetie you look beautiful!" Angela said when I was almost ready. "Michael is gonna be so shocked at how pretty you look."

"Thanks Auntie Ange." I said smiling.

Once I was ready I waited upstairs for Michael to come pick me up. The plan was for my mom to open the door and invite him inside, and I would dramatically walked downstairs.

While I was waiting, my dad knocked on the door. "Come in." I told him.

He walked in. "Wow. Christine you look amazing. A little too amazing. Maybe I should've threatened Michael..." He says, serious.

"Dad!" I say.

"Fine! But seriously, that dress is a little short. And low cut... Your mom agreed to this?" He asked.

"Yes of course she did." I said. My dad was extremely overprotective. The only person who could match him was...

"Whoa Chrissy." Parker said walking in. "Isn't that dress a little too short? And a little low cut? Maybe I should have a talk with Michael when he gets here..." He says.

"That's what I said!" Dad exclaims.

"No! Ugh dad, Parker, please don't say anything. I'm 14, and a teenager, I can do what I want." I said.

"That doesn't mean we like it." Parker said. "But, if you're happy, we won't hurt him."

"Thank you." I said.

Then the doorbell rang. I heard my mom talking to Michael, telling him to come inside, so I started to walk downstairs.

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Michaels POV

I walked into the Booth house, slightly nervous.

"Hi." I hear coming from the stairs. I turn and nearly fall over. There was Christine, looking beautiful in a dark maroon dress. I had never seen her so beautiful. The dress fit her perfectly, all her curves outlined. Her hair was down and curled, her makeup making her look even more like an angel. Not that she needed makeup to do that.

"Wow." I mumble. It's all I can say. "Wow." I repeat. After a second a say, "you look... Amazing. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning." I babble.

"Thanks." She says, almost shyly. "You look... Really handsome too."

"Thanks." I say. "I guess we should go now."

"No!" My mom practically shouts. "Pictures! You can't leave yet!"

My mom and Aunt Brennan take a bunch of pictures, with us in various positions. She even got one of Parker and Booth with Christine, though they looked like they wanted to kill me. After 15 minutes, it finally ends.

"Ok, mom just remember, that I'm sleeping over at Jennie's after." Christine tells her mom.

"Yea, mom in going to Stephens house." I tell my mom.

"Yea, ok. Now go! Have fun!" They say and close the door.

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Christine's POV

We walk into our schools gym and look around. We just talk to each other and to other friends for a while. Soon enough we've danced a lot (nearly the entire time), including a couple of slow songs. We slow dance to another song, now near the end of the Winter Formal, when everything starts.

"I love you so much Christine." He says.

"I love you too Michael. I'm so glad I'm your girlfriend." I reply.

"And I'm glad I'm your boyfriend. And that you wore that dress. I'm sorry if this sounds perverted, but I totally wanna rip it off of you." He says, getting really close to me.

"That's not perverted at all." I say, my voice getting low and flirty, my mouth now close to his ear. "In fact, I kinda wanna rip your clothes off of you too." It was true. He looked really... Sexy. I had never really thought that about anyone, and the feelings were foreign.

"Oh really. Well why don't we get out of here and do just that?" He whispers in my ear, so no one else can hear.

"Where would we go?" I ask, my heart racing at just his voice. The words haven't taken much affect on me, but when they do, all I wanna do is leave.

"How about my house? My siblings are at a sleepover at your place, and my parents went to New York for the night. My house is empty." He says.

"Let's leave. Right. Now." I say, now excited.

We quickly say goodbye to all our friends, and I tell Jennie I might just go home, knowing that her parents won't ask, or tell my mom. A bunch of girls are going.

"What why?" she asks. "It's going to be so much fun!"

"I don't feel that good. I'll talk to you later!" I say and rush off.

Michael and Stephen have a similar conversation. Then we rush to a taxi and head to his house, making out in the back seat the whole way.

He was just starting to put his hand up my shirt, when we got to his house. We run out of the cab, paying the man, and up to Michael's room. Clothes go flying off of us in a fury. At some point I remember thinking, we should NOT be doing this, but it gets shrugged off in the moment. Soon we are on the bed, and not long after that, Michael is deep inside of me. The world is lost to us in a mixture of pleasure, a little pain, and love for each other.

It was amazing.