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The next day I went with Taylor and her parents after church, because they had invited me to lunch.
They lived in a mansion that was practically on the beach. We were both sprawled out on her king
sized bed while I told her what had happened the night before.
“Stasch, you do know this guy seriously has the hots for you?” she grinned.
“Who says stuff like that? A guy doesn't have the hots for you.”
“Fine, he has a huge ass crush on you!” she exclaimed.
“He obviously has no problem with showing you how he feels,” she continued. “You
know, you should show him how you feel too.”
“Please tell me you at least kiss him back whenever he kisses you,” she begged.
“Of course I do!” I said exasperated.
“Good. That's very good,” she smiled.
“I'm going to stop talking to you,” I stated. “You only look at the physical
“No I don't!” she argued. “I just think it's great that my best friend finally has
a guy who really likes her a lot and that you finally had your first kiss at the age of
“That sounds terrible,” I groaned.
“That's because it is!” she laughed. “Think about it this way, at least Zacky
follows up. I mean he didn't just kiss you once and then forgot about you.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked noticing how her face fell.
“Dustin kissed me last Wednesday right? Well, I haven't seen or heard anything from him since
then,” she told me.
I frowned, “He's being an ass?”
“I'm sure there's a logical explanation or something, but can't he just send me a text or
“No!” she said hurriedly. “Don't do that! He'll think I'm desperate.”
“But you are,” I pointed out teasingly.
“I'm not desperate for anyone,” she said firmly. “Even if I was, he doesn't have
There was a knock on the door and one of their servants informed us that lunch was served. We
thanked him and headed to the dining room to have lunch.
Late Sunday afternoon, I saw Anastacia sitting in her backyard under a tree, reading a book. I
headed down stairs and out the front door. Hands stuffed into my pockets, I made my way around the
back to where she sat and sat down on the grass next to her.
“What are you reading?” I asked.
She lifted her book up and showed me the title, “Romeo and Juliet.”
“We also did that last year,” I noticed. “I wouldn't say I like it.”
She started laughing, “I didn't think you would.”
I smiled, “I'm honestly not much of a reader in the first place, but even if I were, I
wouldn't like it.”
“Just because it's a love story written in 17th century English?” she mocked.
“Yeah, the medieval language is a definite turn-off. The fact that it's a love story is too,
though not so much. I actually think it's a good love story,” I admitted.
“Oh?” she said interested.
“I'm a guy, so obviously I'm not all that into love stories. I don't even really know what was
going on in 99% of the book, yeah I didn't really pay attention, but the ending was good,” I
“Why, because the main characters die?”
“Well, yeah, but it's not because they died. It's the way they died,” I said.
She looked at me confused.
“They died for love. Don't tell anyone, but I think that's what true love is. True love is
when you are willing to die for the person you love,” I told her.
“Wow, Brian,” she said quietly. “That's really deep.”
I smirked, “I'm not completely shallow.”
She chuckled, “I know that. It's just…That's really deep.”
“You know, you're a really unique person,” I told her.
“Why is that?” she asked, one eyebrow cocked.
“You're different from other girls, in a good way. You listen to Blue October and
The Killers. You read Shakespeare and like poetry,” I explained.
“And that makes me unique?” she checked.
“I'll take that as a compliment,” she smiled.
“It was,” I chuckled. “You are extremely special, Stacy.”
She smiled at me. On an impulse, I leaned forward and kissed her. She immediately kissed me back, my
heart obviously going into a frenzy. She pulled back after a few seconds and giggled. Then she
snatched my fedora from my head and placed it on her own.
“Please give me my hat back,” I said.
She contemplated it for a moment before replying with a sweet `no'. I reached forward to grab it,
but she moved backwards, avoiding my hands. She scrunched up her nose in laughter and it was
seriously the cutest thing I had ever seen.
“Stacy,” I said, slowly creeping closer.
Right before I reached her, she jumped up and started running away, still laughing. I set off after
her and soon caught up. I tackled her, but made sure to fall under her in order not to hurt her. I
scrambled out from under her and straddled her. She was still laughing. I removed the hat from her
head and placed it back on mine, grinning triumphantly. I then pinned her arms above her head,
looking deep into her eyes. Her eyes were filled with laughter as she smiled up at me sweetly. I
couldn't resist the urge to bend down and kiss her. Her arms automatically snaked around my neck and
I deepened the kiss. I was in heaven at that moment: Stacy and I lying on the grass in her backyard
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