Kissed But Never Told....

I sat up straight, as I ran my fingers through my hair. I sighed.

I tromped down the stairs, and my mom was at the door talking to someone. Still in my shorts and tank-top, I went to join her. Looking at her, she looked like she'd just woken up also. But she held a cup of coffee and she was leaning on the door, her face lit up as if she was having the time of her life. As she turned to see me it got brighter.

"Ah Bethany," she said pulling me farther into the door. "This is my daughter Bethany."

There was a boy about my age, with brown hair and pale blue eyes, he looked so fragile, but he was lean and muscular. Next to him was a short woman, with the same hair and eyes.

"Hello," the woman said extending her hand. "Im Rachel, and this is Brady, my son, we just moved has from Nevada."

I took her hand and gave her my best welcoming smile. I seen out of the corner of my eye the boy shift like he was angry or something, my head turned in his direction, I noticed his hair was spikey. He stared right back at me, I had noticed that my mom and his, had gotten back into thier conversation. He lifted his eyebrow, in sort of a: what-are-you-looking-at-jesture, I just stared back looking down at his clothing.

He was wearing a black t-shirt, that said "Why?", with a eco symbol.

Oh great, a tree hugger, I almost laughed. His eyes also dropped to my outfit, he couldn't judge me, I was still in my pajamas. I realized that my hair was down straight, and my feet were bare and cold. My moms slippers were right next to my feet, but he'd notice if I tried to slip them on. As I looked back at his face, he was a cute boy, his eye color filled in his hair, and he had wide eyes, his hair wasn't very long, but his bangs fell into his eyes. I couldn't understand his look but it fit him perfectly. I looked at his lips, they looked soft, full and majorly kissable. If this boy knew what was good for him he'd go back where he came from, I felt like I would jump on him right in front of his mother.... I felt awful, as my foot took a step back.

"Are you okay honey?" My mom asked the concern filling her voice.

My eyes tore away from Brady, as I looked at my mother. "Yea, um, I thought I heard my cell phone." I said taking one more step.

"Okay I'll be up in a minute."

"Alright." I turned and headed up the stairs the boys face filling up my mind. His eco shirt, and his big eyes, his perfect brown hair and those soft looking, full looking, kissable lips that I would smooch all night long in the dark. Just imagining it, made me shiver with plesure. I could almost feel it.

But then I realized that I was having fantisisys about a total stranger. Someone I'd just met I haven't even known this boy for an hour. I layed back on my bed. Trying to shake my day dreams. Failing. I sat up straight, and grunted.

I reached for my iPod. I switched it on the first song I scene was "We Belong Together" by Mariah Carey, I frowned. But I switched it on an listened carefully to her words. I closed my eyes and listened to the words "We belong together baby, when i lost a part..." I must have fell asleep because Brady's lips were on mine.