I climbed up the stairs, calling out a good morning to Stethen's mother. I bursted his door to find him sitting on his bed, lacing up his Converse sneakers that matched mine. He immediately straightened up and looked at me and automatically knew that something was wrong. "Oh my gosh Beth, what happened? " He asked softly. "I-I," I stuttered, trying not to break into sobs. I took a deep breath before making my way over to the bed and sitting next to Stethen. After I was calm enough, I told him the news. "You're WHAT? !" he yelled. Now it was his turn to take a deep breath. "Who, what, when, where, and why?" he quickly questioned. "Dad, moving, a month, Sacramento, and I don't know. " I replied. I couldn't contain it anymore, a tear leaked out of my eye. Stethen motioned for me to sit on his lap to cuddle as we so often did when one of us was upset. I put my arms around Stethen's neck, and he wrapped his around my waist before he let go with one to lift my head from his chest. He looked deep into my eyes before his eyes flicked to my lips and he started to lean in. Suddenly the space between us closed as our lips connected and sparks ignited in my stomach. It was a passionate kiss, but it was hungry at the same time, as if Stethen had been waiting for quite a while for it to happen. By the time we broke apart, we were both gasping for air. After a minute, I broke the silence. "So um... how long you been wanting to do that? I mean, like, just recently or..." "About 4th grade," Stethen said, sheepishly, "and I was hoping that we could maybe make it a regular thing." I smiled at that because I have felt the same way for a few years now. " I would love to," I replied, beaming up at him. Stethen just grins back. "One more, then we'll go to hell? " he asked, and I rolled my eyes smiling a bit. Hell is our code for school. "Yeah yeah, alright. " So we kissed again and I still got the same magical feeling. Then he stood up and helped me up. We walked down the street towards hell, all of our problems and worries temporarily forgotten. But of course it never lasts.
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(Author's Note)
There you go! ! How am I doing? Sorry I'm really trying to update asap but it's hard and I'm lazy. I'll keep trying though!! Love yas! ! Thanx for reading! !
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Moving
Teen FictionBethany Moll thinks that her life is just starting to get normal, but that all is about to change when she's forced to move.
