Two Poor Kids

"Um." I laugh, pulling away from the kiss.

"That was..." He laughs like I did. Nervously.

"Yeah." I smile, biting my lip. Truth be told, that was the best kiss of my life. "Um. I have to go to my councilor now." I smile, turn around slowly, shocked at what I just did and start walking to her office. Oh. My. God. I walk all the way to her office, a wave of fear mixed with happiness in one washing over me.

(MICHAEL'S POV)

That. Was. The best. Kiss. Of. My Life. I start to slowly walk home, every once in a while glancing back to see her walking to her councilor. I haven't even cut since I met her. She's literally the most amazing person ever.

(BACK TO ERIN'S POV)

"So, how has is been going lately, Erin?" Well, that question just made everything a lot harder.

"I think I'm in love." I mumble.

"What was that?" She asks.

"I think I'm... In love."

"Okay. Why does that come as a shock to you?" Tina asks.

I shrug, "It doesn't happen often."

"And why is that?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know, or you're closed off from it?" She asks, looking directly at me, making me uncomfortable.

"I... I don't know." I'm closed off?

* A Day Later *

I can't quit thinking about what she said. Because she's right. I'm so fucking closed off, I can't believe I didn't realize it.

"Hey." Michael smiles, climbing in my window. I close my computer and turn my wheely chair to face him, as he sits on my bed.

"Hi."

"So... That kiss..."

"That was something." I laugh.

"Yeah it was." He agrees, nodding. I feel anxiety wash over me. What if he hated it?

"S-Sorry. If it was... Bad." I say, my face flushing.

"No, it was like, awesome."

"Oh. Uhm. Okay." I don't know why I'm so nervous right now.

"But I don't want to." My thirteen year old self squeaks.

"Well, I do, so be quiet." The guy says, pinning my against a wall and forcibly kissing me. My stomach turns.

"But I don't WANT to." I insist again. He doesn't respond, he just unbuckles his pants. My heart starts racing, and I panic. "I said I don't WANT TO!" I scream, kicking him off of me and running. I do my best to pull out my phone and dial his number.

"Hello?" Kasey asks. He has a shitty phone so he never knows who is calling.

"It's Erin- Help." I say, and he hangs up. After just a few seconds of running, I'm about to slow down when Kasey comes up from behind me, scooping me up bridal style, running faster than I ever have. I guess he's better at it, he does it a lot.

"You okay?" He asks. I nod and smile.

"Thanks."

"No problem, it's mah job." He smiles, running faster until the guy slows down, then we stop running. I can really trust this guy.

"You okay?" Michael asks. I snap out of my memory.

"Huh? What- Oh uh, yeah. I'm good." I say. "Uh- Sorry, what were you saying?"

"I said I'm transferring to your school. Not like a creepy stalker thing, but my mom won't let me skip anymore."

"Lemme guess, she used the phrase, 'fresh start'?" I ask. He nods and laugh. I smile and flop onto my bed next to him, belly first. "All rich parents are the same." I groan.

"Tell me about it." He says sarcastically. I sit up.

"What's it like." I ask softly. Oh shit I didn't mean to ask that out loud, I've just been thinking about what he said on the roof lately. Shit shit shit.

"What?"

"Sex." I say, like duh.

"Uh- Well I don't really know for girls, but for guys, I dunno. It's great."

"How great?" I ask. I really want to talk about this with SOMEONE. My mother thinks even kissing someone is a sin.

"It's so fucking amazing you never want it to stop." He smiles. I return it. I kinda want it. I mean, I'm not sure if with Michael, or what, but we aren't even a thing so let's not get ahead of ourselves. I just think it would be great to be in a long relationship with someone like that. Not of my relationships like more than a month, romantic or not. Besides Kasey's, he's been my friend for years.

"How many times have you... Done it. If you don't mind me asking."

"I think like two or three times." He shrugs.

"Must be nice." I say, putting my chin in my knees.

"Why'd you kiss me?" He asks me. I glance up at him and then back at the black covers on my bed.

"Cause I wanted to."

"Why'd you want to?" He smiles. I hesitate for a minute. Why did I kiss him? Because I like him. I can't stay that though, I'm to emotionally guarded.

"Because." I mumble. He gets closer to me.

"Because why?" He whispers.

"Because you're I dunno. You. Why'd you kiss me back?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Because you're you." He replies, a smile dancing upon his lips. He leans in and kisses me, electricity flowing throughout my body. I kiss him back, loving what's happening. I know, usually I'd be all freaked out because he's my friend and everything, but I don't know, something about this just feels so different. In a good way.

Without parting our lips, Michael lies me down on my bed, and the time we're making out feels like fucking eternity. I love it.

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