I watched him from across the class room. He wouldn’t notice me.

I kept staring at him, his brown hair, eyes to match, amazing personality. I truly think I loved him.

We were decent friends, in the same classes, talked a lot, he could always make me laugh.

There was just two things that stopped us from being together:

1.) He’d never see me as anything other than a friend.

2.) He has a girlfriend.

The bell rang and I was the last one to leave for lunch. 

“Hey, Molly.” Nick said coming up to me with his girlfriend, Alice.

I smiled at him, “Hey, Nick. What’s up?” I asked as we walked.

“You wanna eat lunch with us?” He asked me. My other friends weren’t here today, I guess he felt sorry for me.

I smiled, “Sure.”

“We’re heading to A&W.” Alice told me.

I nodded. She was a nice enough girl, but the only reasons why I didn’t like her was because she had Nick and she was loud. I don’t really like loud people.

We walked together and talked a lot about random things. Well mostly it was Nick and Alice who talked I just rolled my eyes and walked with them.

“So, we still on for tonight?” Alice asked.

“What’s tonight?” I asked confused.

Nick smiled apologetically, “Uh, couple stuff you know.”

I looked at him like I could believe him, “I thought you were going to teach me how to play ‘Call of Duty’ tonight?” I reminded him.

He smiled again, “Can we do that another time?”

I nodded. His girlfriend and guy friends always came before me. 

We ate lunch and walked back to school. I had the rest of the classes with Nick, so we walked together. 

The last two periods flew by in a matter of minutes for me. Maybe it was because I was moving so slowly.

I had a pretty good idea of what Nick and Alice were going to do tonight.

“I’m not gonna get mad,” I told Nick as we started towards our lockers, “But I wanna know why you wanna reschedule our C.O.D. night for, Alice.”

He looked around suspiciously the whispered to me, “She’s finally about to let me in her pants.”

I rolled my eyes. Of course. A horny teen aged boy. He can’t control himself can he.

I nodded, “Another time.” I told him.

“You’re the best, Moll.” He told me smiling.

I shrugged as Alice came up and gave him a hug and kiss.

“Hi.” She practically squealed.

“Hey.” He said back.

I held back rolling my eyes and tried to hold back my tears and a growl.

“Ready to go?” He asked her.

She nodded eagerly.

“Bye, Molly.” Nick said and left with Alice on his arm.

I stood there a while, not caring about anything around me.

But I was thinking, why doesn’t he see me like he sees her? I may not be the most attractive girl out there, but I think I have a pretty good personality. And that’s what matters, right? 

Why am I even wasting time on him? He’ll never see me as anything other than a friend. I think I may love him, and all I want is for him to see me as some one who can love him the best and the most out of anyone.

He should be holding me tonight. I should be in his arms. I should be letting him take away my virginity. I should be on his arm. I should be the one getting kisses from his lips. I should be the one who’s allowed to love him.

But I can’t. He’ll never look at me as anything more than a friend. 

I heard his foot steps fade into the empty hallway. And the door leading to the parking lot slam shut. As the bolt slid back into place, my heart broke completely. 

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Freedom from the Forbidden

No sadness, no hate, no anger, no rage, no sorrow, no tears, no pain. No happiness, no love, no acceptance, no home. No anything.

That’s what I feel all the time. Nothing.

I’m numb to the world. I think I know exactly why too.

My dad, ever since my mom died he’s never been the same.

He beats, abuses, throws me around. Never known why he’d done it. But he does it to my twin brother too.

“Alex! Beth! Get down here now!” My father’s voice boomed through the halls of our small house.

I started breathing heavy as I looked to my brother.

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t look at me. He just stood up and walked out of our bedroom.

We shared since our mom died and I got really messed up night mares.

I followed behind him closely, he always made me. He was my brother and he wanted to protect me.

“Yeah dad?” He asked calmly as we came into the kitchen.

“Why the did I get a call from your school today about you two fighting?” He hissed.

I flinched, I knew just by hearing his voice he’d had one too many to drink before coming home. He was always a lot worse to us when he was drunk.

“Yeah.” Alex said smoothly, “I got in a fight. Some guy was making rude comments to Beth. I stopped him. She tried to stop the fight and the principal hauled her in too. No sweat.”

I always admired Alex. He was so calm and cool when facing anything. I think he could do anything push come to shove.

“No sweat?” My father boomed.

I started shaking behind him. Alex reached around and put one hand at the small of my back to comfort me. He was real good at it.

“Give her here.” He said holding our his hand.

“With what you might do?” Alex sneered, “Not over my dead body.”

“What was that boy?” He demanded.

“Dad no.” I said coming out from behind him, “Sorry, um. I-I didn’t mean to. Alex was just in a bad mood from earlier. I’ll be good.”

“Elizabeth.” Alex said grabbing my arm.

“Alexander.” I said in the same tone.

He let me go. I hesitantly walked over to out dad meekly.

He started by running a hand through my hair and caressing my cheek.

“You’re a good girl, Beth.” He said, “Your mother would be proud if she saw the woman you became.” His smile turned into an evil smirk, “Now get in my bedroom.” He hissed.

I nodded and walked towards it.

“No interrupting, boy.” He hissed.

I looked back at Alex begging him to ignore this, this time. When ever I cooperated he wouldn’t be as rough with me. But if Alex interrupted, it wouldn’t matter, the next time he’d be rough enough to break skin.

“Take it off.” He said as he locked the door.

I sat on his bed and untied my shoes pulling them off along with my socks. I pulled my brown hair down from its ponytail. Then I pulled off the red plaid button down I had over top of my grey tank top, then the tank top, then I undid my belt and slipped my jeans off, I reached around to my back and un-clipped my bra letting it fall down with the pile of other things I was forced to remove. I stood up and took off my panties.

Then he approached me. He undid his belt and slipped it off. I held my breath knowing where this was going.

“Over my knee.” He said as he sat down.

I didn’t hesitate as I did what I was told. If I did things were worse.

I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out in the pain of the buckle of the belt connecting with my skin.

It finally stopped after what seemed like an eternity.

Then he threw me onto the bed and pinned me down.

“We’re trying it in the ass again today.” He hissed close to my face.

I didn’t say or do anything as he flipped me over so I was on my hands and knees.

He entered and I held my breath.

Alex’s pov.

I could hear it all down stairs. What he was doing anyway.

Beth had gotten good at not letting noise escape her when he was doing that.

I knew it was tonight I had to tell her. I had a plan and it was just for us. I was going to tell her when he go to sleep, it’s the only time we have together that’s undisturbed.

He’s a really heavy sleeper, and most of the time Beth wears him out. He’s getting older so he can’t keep going like he does.

I still feel bad though, Beth gets the worst part of it. She raped, abused, and bullied.

I do what I can for her, but it never seems like enough.

I can only hope she can hold out just a little longer.

Elizabeth’s pov.

He pulled out and I lied limply over the side of the bed catching my breath.

“Go to bed.” He barked, “I don’t wanna see you.”

I rolled off the bed and grabbed all my cloths before heading upstairs.

I showered quickly before going into our room.

“Hey.” I said tiredly as I pulled on a pair of sweat pants and an old t-shit. It didn’t bother me, Alex and I have been naked in front of each other plenty of times. Hell, I am almost everyday.

“Bad?” He asked looking me over.

I shrugged, “Could a been worse.” I told him.

He nodded and lied back on our bed.

I turned out the light and crawled in with him. This was normal for us. We’d share a bed because I can’t stand sleeping alone. That’s when the night mares are worse.

He slung an arm around me and pulled me close to him.

“There’s something I wanna tell you.” He whispered.

“I’m listening.” I told him.

“We’re gonna run away.” He said.

“We can’t.” I told him, “He’ll find us.”

“Beth, I’m not going to keep having him do this stuff to you.” He told me.

“Where are we going to go then?” I asked him.

“Mexico.” He said.

“Why Mexico?” I asked him.

“He won’t think to go there.” He told me, “Think about it. I could get a job, you can finish school. I’ve been saving up for years for this. I almost have ten thousand dollars, Beth. We can do it.”

“Here I only have twenty eight.” I laughed lightly.

“You’re the one who does the shopping.” He told me.

I smiled and snuggled closer to him.

“Okay.” I said, “We go to Mexico, you get a job, I get enrolled in a Mexican school, then what?”

“We get a place.” He told me, “And we’ll see what happens after that.”

“You’re crazy.” I told him.

“But you love me for it.” He said and kissed my forehead.

“Yeah.” I said kissing his nose, ” ‘Cause you’re the only one who cares about me.”

“Forever baby sister.” He said and pecked my lips.

“How many times have I told you not to tease me like that?” I whinned.

“Can’t help it.” He whispered and kissed me for real this time.

Most people would say that what goes on between us is wrong. But Alex is my best friend, my only friend. He’s always been there for me forever. No matter what happened, I could always look around and he’d be there. He tries to protect me from dad and everything, I know he tries, but I also know it hurts him when he can’t.

“Go to sleep.” I told him and rested my head on his chest so I could listen to his heart beat.

“And if I wanna stay awake and watch you?” He asked playfully.

“We’ll both wake up cranky in the morning.” I told him running a hand through his brown hair.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” I smiled.

—–

I woke up the next morning to the sound of rain. I looked over, Alex wasn’t there. He was probably up making breakfast.

I got dressed and headed down stairs, he was there, so was dad, and a strange man. He seemed really business like ’cause he had a suit, tie, and a brief case.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Elizabeth, this is Mr. Clabeth.” Alex told me pointing to the man, “He’s here with social services.”

I backed into the wall.

“Don’t be frightened, Elizabeth.” He said trying to sound nice, “I’m here to make sure you and your brother are doing well with your father.”

“We’re doing fine.” I told him tugging on the long sleeves of my sweat shirt.

“I would just like to make sure.” He told me, “A couple of your teachers have reported that they’ve seen a few bruises on you.”

“I’m clumsy.” I said sweetly, “I fall a lot.”

He nodded and wrote something down.

“Beth, sit down.” Alex told me calmly.

I sat down next to him.

“Um, there aren’t any problems here of your children being disrespectful, or aggressive, or having any dangerous behaveur. Is there Mr. Levley?”

“No.” He said, “My son can be a little disrespectful at times. But that’s a teenager for you. They grow out of it.”

He nodded and wrote something else down.

“If it’s not too much to ask, Mr. Levley, would you mind if I spoke to Alexander and Elizabeth alone?” He asked politely.

“I don’t see why not.” He said sending both of us a look.

“I’ll be reading the morning paper in the living room if you need me.” He said and left.

“I understand if neither of you want to talk to me.” He said, “But your teachers have become extremely concerned with the marks appearing on Elizabeth, the slipping of your grades, and your peers have noticed a great deal of lack of socialization from, Alexander. Your neighbours have called complaining of loud noises a lot. If there is anything you want to tell me, say it now please.”

“Why do you care?” I asked him.

“It’s my job.” He said taken aback.

I looked at him from under my bangs.

“You get payed to care about kids like us.” I said rather bitterly, “You come in, you ask a few questions, if we cooperate, we’re sent to foster homes, or something. We’re put up for adoption, we’re separated, and you take away the last amount of happiness we have in this house that’s supposed to be called our home. And you get payed for all of it.”

“You’ll have to forgive her, Mr. Clabeth.” Alex apologised, “Beth, here has had a lot of bad nigh mares since our mother died. She hasn’t been sleeping well because of them.”

He nodded, “How bad are these night mares?” He asked.

I shrugged, “It depends.”

“On what, might I ask?” He asked.

“How I’m feeling throughout the day, things that happened, sometimes what I eat. And if Alex isn’t there to comfort me.” I told him.

“Alex comforts you, when you have these dreams?” He asked.

I nodded.

“How?” He asked.

“He’ll hold me until I feel better sometimes.” I said.

“Others?” He asked again.

“He’ll stroke my hair until I fall asleep, read me a story, whip my tears away and tell me everything’ll be okay.” I said.

“Anything else?”

I shook my head, “No.” I lied, “He comforts me like a good brother should.

I was lying through my teeth. Alex’d do those sometimes, most of the time he’d kiss and hold me until I feel good enough to fall back asleep.

“Alex, it appears you broke up with your girlfriend four months ago.” He said.

I rolled my eyes, we were in love long before that. He just kept it up to keep acting normal.

“She was getting too serious for me.” He said, it was partly true.

He nodded, then sighed after writing something down.

“Here.” He said giving Alex something, “It’s my business card. It has my personal and work phone numbers on it. If anything happens, I want you two to call me.”

We nodded.

“I’m going to have a quick word with your father.” He said, “I want you two to take care.”

“You too, Mr. Clabeth.” Alex said standing up and shaking his hand.

He went into the other room.

Alex dragged me back upstairs.

“We leave tonight.” He said as soon as the door was locked and barricaded.

I nodded.

We started packing things we needed. Cloths, shoes, money, Alex put his switch blade in his pocket.

I asked him about it and said it was just in case.

We kept waiting and waiting for our dad to call us down, but he never did.

We both slipped on our jackets just after midnight and tiptoed down stairs.

We were almost at the door when I heard a sound I never thought I would.

*Chu-Chunck*

We turned around slowly to see our dad towering over us with a sawed off shotgun.

I swallowed hard.

“Where do you two think you’re going?” He hissed. He was completely sober.

Alex gripped my hand and he stood up straight.

“We were running away from you and your abuse.” He said.

“You can’t ever get away.” He said.

“It was worth a shot.” Alex laughed lightly.

Dad joined in for a minute, then fired the gun at his left leg.

“Alex!” I screamed as he fell I caught him and held him in my arms.

“It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.” I kept repeating, running my hands through his hair and trying to stop the bleeding.

“It’s gonna be okay.” I said as tears started to fall.

“Don’t cry, Beth.” He said, “It will be alright.”

“It’ll be alright as long you get your ass in my room.” He barked at me.

“No.” I whispered.

“What was that?” He hissed.

“Not until, Alex is looked after.” I cried to him, “He’s your son. He’s my brother. Why wont you help him?”

“Why should I?” He asked, “Neither of you are mine?”

Both our heads shot up to him.

“What the hell do you mean?” I asked chalking on my words.

“Your mother and I were married. But she screwed around with some guy when I was in jail one time.” He said, “You ain’t mine. Neither’s he.”

I stared at him with my mouth wide open, how could this be? I asked myself.

If he isn’t our dad, then who is?

“Now get in the bedroom.” He demanded.

“You’ll have to kill me first.” I hissed at him.

“Beth.” Alex said taking hold of my arm.

“You want me again, you’ll have to kill me first.” I snapped.

“Beth.” Alex said making me look at him, “Don’t do this.” He begged.

I shook my head and whispered, “This is the only way we can be freed from him.”

He cupped my cheek and kissed me one last time.

“If you wanna kill her, you’re gonna need me first.” He told him.

“You two are sick and wrong.” he hissed looking down on us.

“Then kill us already.” I told him.

“Might as well.” He said, “You were starting to get too loose for my liking anyway.”

“I love you, Alex.”

“I love you, Beth.”

We both said that at the same time.

I smiled down at me, he grinned up at me.

A loud bang, blood covered my face and body. Alex lied limply in my arms.

“I love you.” I whispered again.

I heard a loud gun shot again, and everything went black. But for the first time in my life, I felt free.

 

New York, Huh?

*Munch*Munch*Munch*Munch*

I was eating my lunch in the cafeteria by myself. My best friend was sick today, so I was alone.

“Hey, Fairy!” Someone called.

I turned around just in time for a plate of the lunch ‘something’ to hit my face.

Every one laughed. I pulled most of it off and walked out and into the nearest bathroom.

The stuff was in my hair, covering my face, and staining my shirt.

I ran some water cleaned it off. This wouldn’t happen if, Logan was here. I thought to myself.

I’ve been here since the day I was born, my dad ignores me and mom died giving birth to me. But my dad’s there enough to put food in the fridge and give me an allowance every week.

Logan’s my best friend. He moved here when he was about eight or so. He was extremely popular and still is, everyone wonders why he’s friends with me of all people.

He’s real nice, dark hair, green eyes, tall, built. He’s a basketball, rugby, and hockey player. I always go to every one of his games, and he’s there for me in track. I think we’re such good friends because we have similar home lives.

His dad was in an accident with him when he was a few years old, his dad was killed in it. His mom tries hard to provide for him and his two older and one younger sister. I think they’re nice enough, a little to girly for me, but nice enough.

I got it all out of my dyed, blue, red, purple, green, and yellow hair. I could see my freckles on my cheeks without anything obscuring them. But my shirt was wrecked. Good thing I had my sweatshirt tied around my waist today. I slipped it on over my head and headed back out into the hallway.

Next period was gym, one of my favorites. Today we were running the mile, I loved it.

I was stretching out on the track as the other girls talked in their small groups.

“Fairy, are you gonna try and beat the school record this time?” My teacher Mrs. Alson asked me.

I shook my head, “I’m gonna go for my best time.”

She nodded, “Try not to strain yourself here.” She warned, “We’ll need you at the next meet.”

I nodded.

“Alright ladies!” She shouted,” Line up.”

We took our places, tension built with me, she blew the whistle and I was off. It was a faster pace jog than anyone, it wasn’t exactly running, but a jog it was not.

Before I knew it I passed Mrs. Alson once, twice, three times, four times, five times.

I needed to do it six to make it a mile. Most girls were only on their second maybe third lap.

“Last one, Fairy. Make it count!” She yelled as I passed her for a fifth time.

My breath was starting to get shallow. I slowed down a little, but kept a good pace.

As I passed a group of girls, they were rich, snooddy, and popular, one tripped me.

They all laughed.

“Aww, what’s the matter?” Hanna, the sobbiest one of them all asked, “Wittle Fairy can’t stay on her own two feet?”

The rest laughed. I picked myself up, dusted myself off, and continued on. I didn’t care. She does that a lot. I’m used to it.

The only bad thing about he I hate is that she thinks she’s in love with Logan, and she thinks he loves her too. I know my best friend, he could never love anything like her.

I finished my lap, I wasn’t too happy with the time though. I had to thank, Hanna for that.

I stretched out as the rest finished up.

“Good time girls.” Mrs. Alson said, “I wish I’d seen all of you run though.”

“Excuse us if we aren’t like, Pixie here.” Hanna complained.

“It’s Fairy.” I snapped quietly.

“I don’t expect any of you to be as fast as, Fairy.” Mrs. Alson said, “But I wish I was all of you run or jog or something more than just strolling along for six laps. This is physical education, air for girls, you need to push yourselves physically.  By the way, Fairy, Amber can’t make it to the next meet, think you can cover for her in the hundred meter dash?”

I thought for a minute, “I need a little training before Saturday, but, yeah I think I can manage.”

She smiled, “Between you in the fifteen hundred, and Marry in shot put, we can’t lose.”

I smiled lightly. She always said stuff like that to make us run better so we don’t let her, the school, or ourselves down. I don’t care about stuff like that. I care that I’m doing my best, and that Logan’s there cheering me on, like I am.

He was at an away game until tomorrow, I’d congratulate him later today when he came back.

“Oh, by the way, Mrs. Alson.” Hanna asked, “When do the boys rugby team get back?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Later today.” She said.

“Thanks.” She smiled.

We were dismissed, last class of the day was English. To my unfortunates the snobby girls were in that class of mine too.

“Alright class.” Mr. McNole said brightly, “Today we’ll be writing a short story.”

The class groaned, I liked English.

“The topic this time is going to be about, drum roll please?” He fished into the bowl of ideas we made at the beginning of the year, “Is, love.”

I heard Hanna squeal.

“Now with this one, I want you show me all about how you love something, or someone and why.”

I raised my hand.

“Fairy?” He asked.

“How long can this be?” I asked.

He thought for a second, “Ya’ know what, I think since it’s such a broad topic, and there’s so much love around, I’m just going to make it a story, no limit.”

I somehow felt a smile grow on my lips, I know what I’m going to write about. I figure it’s just about time.

I scribbled down part of my rough copy and as out the door just as the bell rang. I was standing out front of the school waiting for the bus carrying the rugby players.

It came up the drive way, a lot of girls crowded around, it stopped and the boys piled off.

Hanna got to Logan first.

“I missed you!” She squealed hugging his tightly.

“Uh, yeah.” He said pushing her off and moving away slightly, “Hey, Fairy, how you been?”

He came up to me and hugged me quickly, I hugged back.

“I’m okay.” I said, “How was the game?”

He smiled and threw a friendly arm around my shoulder leading back into the school so we could grab our stuff before heading home.

“I don’t want to brag or anything, but, if our team wins one more then we’ll qualify fourth in the finals.” He grinned.

I smiled, “That’s amazing! I wish I could have been there.”

He smiled and hugged me closer as we came to our lockers, “Don’t worry, next game’s here. I know you’ll be cheering the loudest for us.”

I smiled and turned my combo, “I have all your homework.” I told him, “I’ll help you with it tonight if you want.”

He smiled, “I’d like that, but I can’t.” He frowned.

“How come?” I asked.

He sighed and shrugged, “My mom’s bringing home a new boyfriend and wants us to meet him. You know that kind of stuff.”

I smiled softly, “Sorry.”

He shrugged, “We can head to the library and you can help me there, it’s for dinner, he’s coming.”

I smiled and nodded.

We headed to the library and cracked open our books, I helped him with pretty much everything. Except for his French, I took German.

When it was six we headed home, we walked up to our apartment floor and said good bye.

I walked in and my dad was there at the table reading the news paper.

“Hi dad.” I said heading to my room.

“How was your day?” He asked not really paying attention.

“It was alright.” I said, “I have another track meet this Saturday. How was your day?”

“Buisy.” He said.

I nodded, “I’ll make dinner.” I said opening the fridge.

“I ordered.” He said.

I nodded, “If you don’t mind me asking, what?”

“Pepperoni pizza.”

I nodded.

“I need to talk to you.” He said putting his paper down.

“Yeah dad?” I asked sitting across from him.

“How do you feel about maybe, moving?” He asked picking his words carefully.

“Like a few blocks or something?” I asked.

He shook his head, “I mean, to another state, start over fresh.”

I looked at him shocked, “Why?” I asked desperately.

“I’m getting a promotion, but in order for it, I need to move to New York.”

“New York, New York?” I asked hastily.

He nodded.

I shook my head furiously, “I know it’s a good job opportunity, but I can’t leave dad.” I told him standing up, “I have track, and Logan, and it’s half way through the semester, I can’t.”

He looked at me solemnly, “We need this money.” He told me, “And last time I checked, the only friend you have is one that could be better off without you.”

“Shut up.” I hissed trying not to cry.

“Damn it, Fairy!” He yelled standing up too, “I’m telling you the truth! Everyone would be better of without you!”

“So then why don’t you stick me in a home or an orphanage or something?!” I screamed and ran into my room locking the door.

“Fairy!” He yelled.

I held my knees to my chest and cried.

It wasn’t true. I kept repeating. It can’t be.

I calmed down after a while and slipped out my window onto the fire escape.

I jumped over one and then two, and I opened the window leading into Logan’s room and slid in. I closed the window and sat under it waiting for him to come in.

We have telecenisus like abilities with each other, he knows when something’s wrong with me. And I know exactly what’s wrong with him.

I waited about five or some minutes before he came through his door, with Hanna at his heels.

“Please.” She begged.

“Not a chance in hell.” He hissed, pushed her back and slammed the door, locking and barakading it.

He looked over to his window and ran a hand through his hair.

“I think you can guess who my mom’s new boyfriend is.” He joked.

I nodded, but didn’t smile.

He looked sad as he scooped me up in his arms and lyed me down on his bed.

“What’s the matter?” He asked laying with me.

He helped me whip away fresh tears that were falling.

“My dad wants to take a promotion.” I said, “But in order for it to happen, we have to move to New York.”

His face twisted in pain as he looked away, he looked back at me and it looked like he was about to cry himself.

“I don’t want you to go.” He whispered.

“Logan.” I breathed, “Do you think your life would be better if you never met me, or you never wanted to be my friend, or something?”

He looked at me with a face I could never understand.

He shook his head, “If anything, my life would be hell without you.”

“How do you figure?” I asked.

He smiled lightly, “You’re my escape from everything, Fairy.” He said, “Even sitting in class and I look at you, everything stops, things go slower, it’s like even if the apocalypse was happening right outside my window right now, with you right her next to me, it’s like I can be myself. Like, I don’t need to be the woman killer, jock, class clown that everyone wants to be or wants to be with. Fairy, you’re my fantasy world no one else can give me. If you leave, I won’t have anyone or anything else. You are my everything, Fairy, that’s way I didn’t want you to read my English story today, it’s all about you.”

I looked up at him with shimmering eyes.

“You love me, Logan?” I asked.

He smiled, “Yeah, I guess I do, huh, Fairy?”

I felt tears start to form again.

“Please don’t cry, Fairy.” He begged, “It hurts me when you do.”

I quickly whipped them away, “I didn’t mean to.” I told him, “But I never heard those words from anyone before, and I think I may love you too.”

He smirked mischievously, “Let’s make you a hundred percent sure.”

I blushed lightly as he moved down to press his lips to mine. I moved away quickly.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

I shook my head, “I’m just scared I’ll mess it up.” I squeaked.

He smiled, “You never could.” He said gently moving my chin and placing his lips on mine making them dance together with fire-y lust and passion.

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to me, his arms snaked around my waist and pulled me closer to him. He moved so he was leaning against the wall and I was in his lap straddling him.

His tounge traced my lips and I opened my mouth slightly, he pushed through my lips and teeth having his tounge roam around my mouth.

I had to pull back needing air.

He smirked as I went red.

“Here I thought runners were good with using oxygen?” He joked.

 

“It’s good for stamina and endurance.” I told him, “This is something completely different from running.”

“I don’t know,” he said, “I think I could run you ragged tonight.”

I blushed a deeper red.

He smirked and kissed my nose, “I ever tell you you’re cute when you blush?”

“No.” I said.

“Well, you are.” He said and kissed my fore head.

I blushed a little more, if it were even possible.

He then gently pushed me back on the bed so I was on my back and grinned at me evilly.

“I’ve wanted to do this forever.”

I blushed as he lifted up my shirt to the bottom of my bra, he lowered his mouth to the skin right above my belly button and blew. Tickling me uncontrollably.

“Logan!” I squealed trying to get him off, to little eval.

One hand reached down to the button of me jeans, I stopped him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

I looked at him with pleading eyes, he nodded and reached up to kiss my lips softly.

“I love you.” I breathed when we parted.

“I love you too.” He told me holding me tight.