What Happens At 13 (A True Story About Me)
This is all true.
I wanted to share my experiences as a 13 year old to show you guys that we're not so different from everyone else. (AKA, 17 year olds, 20 year olds... )
Please comment, rate and read aas this is very close to my heart and is very hard to write. :)
The first time I ever laid eyes on Harrison was the moment my life changed.
His eyes were a pale green that sliced into mine as a smile of welcome creeped up on his mouth.
Little did I know that in a period of four months, those moist lips would be crushing mine with curiosity, tenderness and passion. Yes, it took us a while to have our first kiss, but come on. We were only 13.
His hand slid into mine, leading me to the seclusion of his bedroom. I followed him closely, eager to explore what he had to offer. His bedroom was small and contained a bed, a wardrobe and a desk, bulging wiith homework that was due, sketches of video game designs and algirithms filled with absolute nonsense to me, yet seemed to make complete sense to him.
He led me through the door, dimly lit by the setting sun. I found myself in the centre of his room. Harrison Oakley's room. Good God...
He let go of my hand and fled behind me, shutting his door. "I'm so glad you could come over today."
I blushed. "It's okay, I was happy to." Truly I was. I wanted nothing more than to be with my boyfriend. My boyfriend. The boy that belonged to me. The boy who was willing to spend his after school time with me. The boy who loved smelling my hair, touching my lips with his fingers, talking to me about our interests.
He smiled and held out his hand. "Come here," he grinned.
I took his hand and felt myself being tugged towards him, his lanky, tall figure leaning against the door. My hands landed on his shoulders, balancing myself from falling over.
A tangle of pale fingers rippled through my hair, pulling my head closer to his. We were a lips distance, close to a kiss, yet far from passion. We both needed more. He tilted my chin up to his and travelled his hands down my back. He held my hips as I leant in, breaking the silence of our nervousness with a small, barely noticeable "mmm". I was sure he noticed this and kept the kiss ongoing. It seemed as though it was going to stop. Never.
Ever.
Ever.
His eyes were a pale green that sliced into mine as a smile of welcome creeped up on his mouth.
Little did I know that in a period of four months, those moist lips would be crushing mine with curiosity, tenderness and passion. Yes, it took us a while to have our first kiss, but come on. We were only 13.
His hand slid into mine, leading me to the seclusion of his bedroom. I followed him closely, eager to explore what he had to offer. His bedroom was small and contained a bed, a wardrobe and a desk, bulging wiith homework that was due, sketches of video game designs and algirithms filled with absolute nonsense to me, yet seemed to make complete sense to him.
He led me through the door, dimly lit by the setting sun. I found myself in the centre of his room. Harrison Oakley's room. Good God...
He let go of my hand and fled behind me, shutting his door. "I'm so glad you could come over today."
I blushed. "It's okay, I was happy to." Truly I was. I wanted nothing more than to be with my boyfriend. My boyfriend. The boy that belonged to me. The boy who was willing to spend his after school time with me. The boy who loved smelling my hair, touching my lips with his fingers, talking to me about our interests.
He smiled and held out his hand. "Come here," he grinned.
I took his hand and felt myself being tugged towards him, his lanky, tall figure leaning against the door. My hands landed on his shoulders, balancing myself from falling over.
A tangle of pale fingers rippled through my hair, pulling my head closer to his. We were a lips distance, close to a kiss, yet far from passion. We both needed more. He tilted my chin up to his and travelled his hands down my back. He held my hips as I leant in, breaking the silence of our nervousness with a small, barely noticeable "mmm". I was sure he noticed this and kept the kiss ongoing. It seemed as though it was going to stop. Never.
Ever.
Ever.
4 Comments
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Awwwww Good for you! :D
awwwwwwwww i luv that
Oh wow! She is only 13, but I bet it felt good.