(The picture on the side is what Taven looks like for the imagine)
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Her name was Taven. She was my neighbor. She lived across the street from me and she considered me to be one of the nicest people on our block. It might have been because whenever she needed help, I was the first one to respond to her. So I guess you could say that her and I have gotten pretty close. She would come over to my house just to check on me or just to see what I'm up to. It was strange but I never really caught on until her visits became more frequent. She would come over just to watch a movie or even to make me dinner. Taven would also accidentally brush up against me, although, now that I think about it...it's definitely no accident. I'd be in the living room sitting on the couch and she'd be in my kitchen and the next thing I know, Taven has her hands on my shoulders. She would slide her hands down my chest and softly giggle into my ear. I wouldn't say anything to her when she'd do that, because I didn't mind.
"Harry..." Taven said, trying to get my attention.
She was standing in front of my tele with her hands on her hips.
"Uh, yeah, Taven?"
"You've been awfully quiet this evening. I asked you if you wanted me to order pizza like three times and all you've been doing is staring off into nothing. What's going on in that brain of yours?"
She walked up to me and tapped on my head with her index finger.
"N-nothing. I'm just thinking..."
"Thinking about what toppings you want on your pizza, I hope."
She giggled as she plopped herself into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. That's when my breath caught in my throat. Yeah, she's been this close to me before, but now while she was sitting in my lap. I'll admit that I've slipped up and kissed her before...but we were both drunk. She doesn't remember it because she was more drunk than I was. But I remembered it. The taste of alcohol on her lips and tongue. Her soft lips just moving against mine so easily. Her hands were in my hair and my hands held onto her waist as I pressed her to a wall. I faintly remember me telling her that I wanted her so bad and I remember her saying that she wanted me too. But nothing happened. Her clothes had stayed on and so did mine.
"Are you serious, Harry?!"
She jumped out of my lap quickly.
"Wh-what? What did I do wrong?"
That's when she pointed to my pants. Oh, no...
"T-Taven...I-I'm sorry. I...I..."
"What were you thinking about, Harry? Huh?!"
"Taven...you gotta understand..."
But she held her hand up in my face.
"Harry...I'm not mad."
She wasn't? She sounded it and looked it. She had jumped up from my lap so quickly and yelled at me and now she says she's not mad.
"What? But y-you..."
"I'm not mad...I was just...thrown off. That's all."
My mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe this.
"So, what were you thinking, Harry? W-was it me?"
I slowly nodded and she ran her fingers through the ends of her long hair. She looked at the floor and turned her feet in. I noticed that she always did that when she was nervous or even confused.
