"No Courtney, it doesn't matter now anyway. Even if we were to make up we would only be hurting, we're not allowed to see each other, remember?" I said to the girl sitting next to me on my porch swing.
"Oh, right. I forgot," she said. "You know, as many times as I've been in a relationship, I've never been in this situation. I'm sorry I can't help you any."
"Just listening to me mope is good enough. Thanks Courtney." She smiled in response and we sat in silence a few moments. We were bored, nothing to do, especially since the sky was overcast. It was bound to start raining any second.
Just as the thought entered my mind, small drops of rain began falling from the sky and Courtney and I just looked at each other.
"Alright, well I'll see you in school Monday."
"Bye Court." I watched her walk off until I couldn't see her anymore, then I headed back into the house and up to my room.
It had now been a week since Nick and I had argued at the library. Neither one of us had called each other, and we both avoided each other in school, that is, when he came. He was still pretty busy with the Backstreet Boys, and only getting busier by the day.
I didn't think Nick and I were broken up, but we sure weren't talking. Maybe I could apologize.
I picked up my phone and held it in my hands.
"No," I said out loud. "He messed up, he should call. And he will. He has to," I said, trying to convince myself. But honestly, I didn't know anything except for the fact that he was home today, and it was now raining. That meant he was home and bored to death. He had to call. He had to.
The rain was now pelting down against my window pane. I got up from my lonely spot on my bed and took a seat under my window. For some reason the rain intrigued me. It always had.
I opened my window and outstretched my arm to feel the wet drops on my hand. It cooled my temperature, and maybe even my mood. But no matter what my temperature was, I still thought about Nick.
We hadn't seen each other in over a week, the longest time apart that we've had since our relationship started. Our fight hadn't helped us any, but we probably would have made up by now if his parents allowed us to date. But the fact was, we weren't, and we hadn't.
The phone rang in my lap and I answered it before the first ring even finished.
"Nick?!" I shouted into the phone hopefully.
"This is a recorded message. Your placement from our summer Sears catalog has arrived. The total is $49.36. Please-"
I hung up the phone and sighed. If Nick wasn't going to be a bigger man about this, then I would have to be the bigger woman.
I grabbed my poncho, slipped it on, and crept down the stairs past my Father's room. He'd never let me out of the house in this weather. Right now I didn't care about my Father's orders. I had to see Nick.
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Nick's Point of View
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I stared into space and traced my finger along the edge of the dinning room table.
"Nick, stop daydreaming for once and go do something productive," Leslie said to me as she poured the last drop of milk into her bowl of cereal.
"I can't. There's nothing to do."
"Well go somewhere else. You're making me depressed, sitting there, heat broken. Doing nothing about it doesn't help much."
"Heart broken?" I chirped up. "Who said anything about that?"
"Well it's no secret Nick. You haven't spoken to Amanda in over a week. What else could be wrong?" Leslie let out a small burp and quickly excused herself.
I rolled my eyes and headed downstairs to my room. I really didn't feel like sitting around where people were free to psychoanalyze me and my love life.
I sat on my bed and listened to the loud clasp of thunder. For some reason thunder intrigued me. I loved listening to it, and feeling it shake the house, when it was strong enough that is.
I sighed, my thoughts of thunder disappearing. I was now thinking of her.
I promised myself I wouldn't but I couldn't help it. Amanda always controlled my brain, and at times, I hated it, just like now. But other times, I loved thinking of nothing other than her in my arms wrapped so tightly.
I was about to leave my window when I saw a figure moving outside. Who or what was that?
I squinted my blue eyes, not helping a bit, and finally gave up. It was none of my business anyhow.
As soon as I turned away from my window, I heard a faint tap.
"Nick, I'm sorry." My heart raced at the sound of her voice. Amanda finally came to my rescue on her own terms.
I slid the window up and looked at the beautiful woman before me. It's like someone turned a light on over my head.
Not a word was spoken, I just held out my hands for her to grab, which she did to help enter my bedroom.
As soon as she entered neither one of us could resist, we embraced emotionally. I could feel tears emerging, it was how she always made me feel. That mixed with a sense of completion is how I managed to love her no matter what.
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Amanda's Point of View
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I looked into his eyes of heavenly stars, he held every last one of them.
"Nick, I'm sorry for barging in your room this way, but I couldn't stay away another second."
Nick shook his head. "I couldn't either." Nick's hand slowly pushed the hood away from the top of my head. He brushed his hand across my chin, across my tender lips. I wish he would just kiss me already. That's when he did.
Nick's hands held my head, his fingers curling up around the tips of my hair, desperately trying to hold onto me, for he never wanted to let me go.
"I love you," he whispered next to my ear, tingling the tiny hairs on end. I plunged forward and kissed him again, my lips couldn't resist.
Obviously his couldn't either because they worked just as fast, along with his hands.
His hands roamed around my tiny waist stroking my back, just the way I had dreamed.
I felt him pull me closer, leading me over to his bed. I didn't protest. All I could think about was how much I loved Nick.
He helped me remove my poncho, dripping water onto his face, only making it more appealing.
We slowed a bit realizing where this was going and what was actually happening.
I pulled my head above his, our lips parting. I searched his face for answers but found none. I just proceeded, bringing my face down to his, my warm breath on his face, his on mine, and we finally kissed once more.
I felt his hands slowly, unsurely crawl up my back. I tingled nervously, but only reached my hand up the front of his shirt. My hand roamed his stomach and chest, feeling his tiny muscles. I didn't care what the size, I loved Nick for everything he was.
"Nick..." my voice trailed.
"Sssshhhh." He put a single finger up to my lips. "Don't say anything."
I just looked at him as if he was crazy for a moment, then my mouth spread into a grin.
"You know where this leads to next right?" I whispered.
"Yes. Let's just keep going." I nodded my head and continued to kiss him. There was no turning back now. This was it, whether it was proper or not.
