Unloved, Until He Opened His Eyes..., chapter 4
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*Same Day, 5:00*
*Tré's POV*
After the kiss, Kia and I didn't really talk as much. I finally had to break the silence.
"Kia?"
"Yeah?"
"Um...that kiss. It uh...it really meant something to me..."
Kia smiled.
"Same here," She said.
I came closer to her face and kissed her soft lips again. She smiled when I did it this time because more passion was involved. This time I was ready to kiss her, and to tell you the truth I really wanted to.
*My POV*
When Frank kissed me again, I was ready and this time it was intentional. It was strange how this was happening, I mean, all my life I couldn't stand him, now I like him, a lot. When he hugged me or just touched me, I felt safe. I had never really touched him before. Now when I did, I felt safety and warmth. Warmth like something or someone that you've been waiting for, a long time to welcome you. He made me feel happy and and the same time, jumpy. I had so many butterflies in my stomach, it scared me just a little.
*Next Day, After School*
*My POV*
Last night Fr....I mean Tré, walked me home from school. He held my hand all the way. We talked about our interests and about our lives. It turns out he plays the drums and is even in a band. He has a sister and the band gave him the nickname Tré Cool. He told me that he could also play the guitar and the accordion which I found amusing. I never realized how funny....or horny he was, but it all made me laugh. A few times he stopped talking because he thought I was laughing because I thought he was stupid, but I found it cute. When I got home, he kissed me and told me he'd see me tomorrow, well today.
Tré and I, making signs on the Gym floor together. We had just finished a sign together when our teacher, Mr. Fedie brought us the keys. Soon after he left, we saw the last car pull out of the parking lot.
"Hey babe, wanna go to my house?"
"Now?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"Sure, let's go. It's not like we have a lot of work left anyway."
We left the school and walked towards the direction of my house. We had actually passed my house when I heard yelling coming from inside. I gave Tré a worried expression and for some stupid reason, decided to go in to see my worst nightmare....
*Tré's POV*
After the kiss, Kia and I didn't really talk as much. I finally had to break the silence.
"Kia?"
"Yeah?"
"Um...that kiss. It uh...it really meant something to me..."
Kia smiled.
"Same here," She said.
I came closer to her face and kissed her soft lips again. She smiled when I did it this time because more passion was involved. This time I was ready to kiss her, and to tell you the truth I really wanted to.
*My POV*
When Frank kissed me again, I was ready and this time it was intentional. It was strange how this was happening, I mean, all my life I couldn't stand him, now I like him, a lot. When he hugged me or just touched me, I felt safe. I had never really touched him before. Now when I did, I felt safety and warmth. Warmth like something or someone that you've been waiting for, a long time to welcome you. He made me feel happy and and the same time, jumpy. I had so many butterflies in my stomach, it scared me just a little.
*Next Day, After School*
*My POV*
Last night Fr....I mean Tré, walked me home from school. He held my hand all the way. We talked about our interests and about our lives. It turns out he plays the drums and is even in a band. He has a sister and the band gave him the nickname Tré Cool. He told me that he could also play the guitar and the accordion which I found amusing. I never realized how funny....or horny he was, but it all made me laugh. A few times he stopped talking because he thought I was laughing because I thought he was stupid, but I found it cute. When I got home, he kissed me and told me he'd see me tomorrow, well today.
Tré and I, making signs on the Gym floor together. We had just finished a sign together when our teacher, Mr. Fedie brought us the keys. Soon after he left, we saw the last car pull out of the parking lot.
"Hey babe, wanna go to my house?"
"Now?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"Sure, let's go. It's not like we have a lot of work left anyway."
We left the school and walked towards the direction of my house. We had actually passed my house when I heard yelling coming from inside. I gave Tré a worried expression and for some stupid reason, decided to go in to see my worst nightmare....
