Who Do I Choose?

Chapter 2

After everyone left, I decided to take a nap. Thoughts were racing to my mind. Scott or Avi? I thought to myself. Then, I heard a knock on the door. I went downstairs to open it. "Scott, what are you doing here?" I asked. Then his lips touched mine. He walked in kissing me. Then he closed the door behind us. He was in black long sleeve sweater and jeans. I pulled back. "Hold on" I said looking into his eyes. His blue eyes were so beautiful. I went upstairs to my closet. I was still in my sweatpants and figures I should look a little more descent. I wanted to match his blank sweater, so I picked out a short black dress. After that I walked downstairs. Our lips met again. I thought it was magical. We were both standing still, kissing. I realized I should make the first move. I put my hands on Scott's shoulders, but we still just stood there. Thoughts racing through my mind. He doesn't like me back. He hates me. He wants to be friends. My thoughts were interrupted my Scott's hands around my waist. Then, thoughts started racing again. He likes me back. He loves me. He wants to be more than just friends. I turned around. His hands were still on my waist. My head leaning against his chest. We walked over to the table again. "I love you Kirstin" he said, carrying flowers. My jaw dropped I put my hands over my mouth, flattered. Then he asked the worst question ever. "Who's it gonna be, me or Avi?" What if when I break the other one's heart. Will the band break up. I can't risk it. I can't let the pentaholics down. I kept thinking. "Kirst?" He said snapping his fingers in my face. "Sorry I think I zoned out" I replied. The door knocked. When I stood up, Scott walked right behind me, his hands on my waist. I opened the door it was Avi. I turned around and gave Scott a look. He came with a box of chocolates. His eyes became wide, staring at me and Scott. "Your favorite" he said holding up the box of chocolates. Staring at Scott's hands. Just then, Scott let go and Avi and I kissed. It went on forever, just like Scott's. It felt magical, just like Scott's.