Surviving the Harem Life! Chapter 9 - 10
Hallo an alle! Happy New Year! I had updated two of the three new stories, but I thought I'd get a Christmas chapter or two out before the season is spoiled. I just want to thank you all for a wonderful, what, six months now? Bullshit! I love you guys (and gals)! Here's a toast to the new year! Also, if anyone of you guys want to do some kind of collaboration stuff, message me. I'd really like to try something like that out. Anyway, read on you Riders on the Storm! *proceeds to sing along to the song*
This is part one of the Christmas special!
'I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the tree tops glisten, and children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow. I'm dreaming of a white Chri-'
"Are you serious?" I asked under my breath. I got up and walked to the door. What does a guy need to do to get a group of girls to shut it so he could watch White Christmas. Actually, I probably shouldn't answer that. Snow flickered outside past the window. It was now December, but the Halloween party seemed like it was yesterday. Life in the new school is insane. Never a dull moment really. But now, I could use one. "Do you mind?" I said, leaning out the doorway. I was only wearing a black pair of sweatpants because all my shirts where dirty, so I didn't want to go outside. The group turned to me, breaking from their chatter.
"What?" Whitney said.
"Can you cut the music please?" I asked. All I Want For Christmas Is You blared on the radio, and I despised that song. "I'm trying to watch a movie."
"Sure," Morgan butted in, "but you have to go turn of the radio." She said, pointing over to the a small portable speaker a few feet away. I sighed and shook my head.
"Your not going to make this easy, are you?" I asked. Morgan just shrugged. I turned and walked back inside. I didn't have a shirt and Whitney decided we are together now, so that somehow gives her rights to wear my shoes and only jacket. I grabbed my phone and decided I'd have to tough it out. But in order to take away the pain, I needed a pump up song. I decided humor would work so best, so Bike by Pink Floyd would be the best choice. I started the song and stepped out the door.
'I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like. It's got a basket, a bell that rings and Things to make it look good. I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it."
I stepped outside into the cold, instantly regretting my decision. The wind hit me like a brick to the dick.
'You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.'
My steps were greatly exaggerated. I took the longest stride I could while trying to minimize the amount of skin that touches the snow while chanting the steady beat of "shit"s that I said with each step.
'I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke. There's a tear up the front. It's red and black. I've had it for months. If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.'
I was about eight feet way from the stereo now. I sped up a bit, but at a cost.
'You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.'
I slipped on a patch of ice and lost my balance, letting out a longer and higher "shit" than before. I went face first into the snow. The cold hit me suddenly, causing me to lose my breath.
'I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house. I don't know why. I call him Gerald.'
I placed my hands up on the ice, only to fall again. The girls started to chuckle at my misfortune.
'He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.'
I gave them a glare before steadying myself again.
'I've got a clan of gingerbread men. Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men. Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.'
Once I was standing, I shuffled to the radio. I had lost all feeling everywhere but my ass, only because I have yet to fall on it.
'You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.'
I hummed along with the song as I finally reached the stereo.
'I know a room of musical tunes. Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.'
I reached down, my hands shaking from the cold.
'Let's go into the other room and make them work.'
When my hand was about an inch away, the radio shut off by itself. I just froze there, both metaphorically and literally, and stared at the stereo. I dared to look over to the girls, but I brought myself to it. Morgan smiled and waved, holding her phone in her hand. It was on fucking Bluetooth. I should've guessed. I stood up straight and turned to her. I took a deep breath and cleared my thoughts and anger.
"Morgan?"
"Yes?"
"I'm going to give you exactly 3 seconds to run your ass off." She looked at the other girls before looking back to me. "Three." I said. She still sat there and looked on. "Two." Now she seemed concerned. She got up and sprinted away. I gave the other girls a menacing glare that stated the same thing. They all looked at each other before hightailing it out of there. "One." I said to myself. Then I started laughing. I wiped away a tear and sniffled. "That's one way to get 'em out. God, I'm a genius. I picked up the speaker and brought it into the house. I didn't want someone's property to be broken. A thought popped into my mind. I'm already frozen, so I might as well go pick up my clothes. I grabbed a bag and Cinder's pokeball. I let him out. "You wanna go for a walk?" I asked him. He stretched for a moment before nodding his little head. "Good, cause I'm going to need you're heat, bud. Now c'mon, lets go." I waved him on and walked out the door. Cinder flared his back so the snow around us melted. His flames warmed me up immensely. I continued on through the winter wonderland. It was quite tedious that dorms didn't have washing machines, but we instead had a Laundromat. I brushed the tedious thought away. Instead of thinking, I played some more music to pass the time. Although I love classic rock, I make some exceptions in modern music. The Verve's Bitter Sweet Symphony is a great song, and I'm glad it came on. I hummed all the way to the Laundromat. It was packed. All the girls were washing clothes for tonight. After all, it's Christmas Eve. I don't know what everyone was doing tonight, but I at least knew that there wasn't another party. At least I hoped. Last time didn't go so well. I tried locking the door, but Morgan thought'd be hilarious to keep unlocking it. I eventually avoided certain death through intercourse by watching Pink Floyd's The Wall on repeat. That movie would make anyone run in terror, but I love it so. Everyone got weirded out by it and left. And if their is another one, then I'm fucked... literally. I managed to squeeze through most of the crowd. A few wandering eyes landed on me. I could guess what they were thinking, and I hoped I was wrong. As quickly as humanly possible, I grabbed my clothes out of the washer I had left them in earlier and left before anyone had any ideas. In no time, I was back in the safety of my dorm. I gave a sigh of relief and patted Cinder on the head. I put my clothes away and threw on a pair of dry pants and a shirt.
"Hey Zac."
"OH SHITFUCK." I yelled. I dove over the couch flattened myself to the ground. Turning back, I saw who the unknown voice belonged to. "Damn it Whitney, don't scare me like that." I could tell she was trying not to laugh.
"Sorry." She said with a giggle. "But you don't belong on the floor."
"Oh, and where do I belong then?" I asked. She came over and pulled me up. Then, out of the blue, she pushed me onto the couch. "Whoa, what are you doing?" I asked. Whitney walked over and lied down on top of me.
"Listen, Zac, I think its time we do it."
"Wha!? I said, sliding backwards to recede from her. "Whitney what are you talking about?"
"I knew you'd say know. You'd rather go sleep with Amanda." She said, seeming like she was about to cry.
"Whitney, you know that that was forced!" I retorted. "And I just wanted to make sure; Do you really, _really _want this. Remember, you can't reverse this decision." Her face cleared instantly. I should have known she was acting like she was going to cry.
"Yes, more than anything!" She said. "Please?" She said with a puppy dog face.
"I-I-hmphh. I guess, if it really means so much to you." She let out a squeal and slid off my pants in one swift movement. "Wow Whitney, you sure are hasty."
"I waited a long time for this." She said. She then moved on to remove my boxers. Her smile slowly deteriorated when she saw my lower areas into a slightly scared/concerned.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
"I-I-I... It's really big..." She said. She kept staring for a moment before finally snapping out of it. She stood and slid her shirt off before unbuttoning her bra. She let it fall to the floor and then proceeded to remove her pants, panties included. I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful figure. She then straddled me without hesitation. She gave my dick a few strokes before hunkering down. She positioned it at her entrance. I looked up at her.
"Are you sure?" I said. She nodded. "Ok." I said. "Get ready."
POV Switch to Whitney (Hey guys. I want to try and do a sex scene from the other perspective, see how that works. Bear with me here.)
I tensed my muscles as I waited for Zac's intrusion into me. Suddenly, pain coursed through my body. I screamed loudly, the pain immense. I leaned down to kiss him to ease the pain. His soft lips met mine. I held it for a moment, waiting for the pain to subside. I looked into Zac's cool brown eyes for comfort.
"Are you ok?" Zac asked me. I nodded, even though it still hurt like a bitch. "Ok. I'm going to move now." He said. He slowly thrust upwards, causing another small stab of pain. I concealed my wince with another kiss, this time getting our tongues involved. They wrestled a bit before exploring the others mouth. The pain subsided into bliss with each thrust. I moaned slightly from the pleasure. I pulled my head back and placed my hands on his chest. Pleasure shot through me when his cold, firm hands reached up to my breasts. He fondled them, tweaking and sucking the nipples. I moaned louder in ecstasy. He thrusted faster. I never masturbated or had any sexual experience, so I have no tolerance. I screamed as I came hard. My legs started to shake a bit and my lower body started to convulse. He kept going, even though I was super sensitive. I felt like I was going to explode. My mind melted as his thick dick churned up my insides. His meat rubbed me faster and faster. I came again, only making me more sensitive. I couldn't even moan, I was so out of breath. I let out high, sharp 'ah's and 'oh's. I felt him tighten up inside, and I knew he was close. "I'm going to cum!" Zac said.
"Cum in me!" I sputtered out.
"Are you sure?" He asked me.
"Yes. I-I-I-I'm safe todA-A-A-Y." I said, the last word growing sharply in pitch." I was on the verge of cumming. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I yelled. "Cum with me!" I pleaded. He nodded and pushed me back. I fell onto my back. He kneeled and continued ramming me. My eyes almost rolled back when he began fondling my tits again. He sped up, fucking me like a jackhammer. "Fu-U-u-U-u-U-u-U-uck me-e-e-e-e!" I moaned, my speech choppy from the pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck, OH FUUUUCK!" I yelled. My body hit his at an impossible speed. He was maxing at four or five thrusts a second. "I'm CUMMIIIIIIIMG." I yelled. He thrust into me again, causing me to constrict him from my third and final orgasm. He stopped there. His semen shot into my pussy, filling me up. I let out a long moan before hyperventilating. I finally got my breath under control. I never felt more pleasure or happiness in my entire life. I looked at Zac, who had pulled out, and decided to clean up. I slid off the couch and crawled over two him. I grasped his warm cock and gave it a lick. It didn't taste very bad. I guess it could get addictive. I opened my mouth and swallowed him whole. Once he was clean, I stood up and got dressed. I kissed him and then walked for the door. "Consider that an early Christmas present." I said to him. Wow, do I have to tell Morgan and the girls about this...
POV Switch to Zac
I took a deep breath. That was extremely enjoyable. I sat up and stretched. Speaking of sex, when is Amanda going to strike next? I hoped it wasn't soon, but I knew she wouldn't miss the opportunity of Christmas. Nevertheless, I had some peace and quiet. Might as well finish White Christmas. I grabbed the remote and hit play.
'-stmas with every Christmas card I write. May your days be merry and bright, and may all your Christmases be white.'
Ok, Chapter NIEN, I mean nine done! Is anyone having problems with views? I can't load my stories views or Traffic Chart. What's up with that? Anyway, Happy New Year! I look forward to a long, happy year with you all! BoatingTurtle out!
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"Fucking fuck!" I muttered loudly. I sighed heavily when the lead stopped flowing. That really didn't concern me. It wasn't uncommon. I trudged on a bit, only stopping a second to check my tank. I gasped, both from shock and fear, when I saw I was on empty. Scared, I hurried up, knowing how dangerous that was. "No, no, no! Artyom, you can't die! Not now!" I pleaded. But it was to late. He was dead. I had failed him. "Well..." I said, tossing the controller aside. I looked at my phone. 23 minutes 45 seconds. "That was the longest I've lived so far." I said to myself. Just as I was about to reset the timer and start again, a knock sounded from the door. I groaned and stood up. The wind bit at my chest as I opened the door. "Cassidy?" I said, shocked to see her outside wearing only shorts going up to her thighs and a light tank top. "What the hell are you doing outside dressed like that?"
"I'm exercising. More importantly, why aren't you out here?" She said, doing some high knee running in place, her kneecaps slapping her outstretched hands.
"Are you crazy? Get the hell in here before you freeze to death! I said sternly. She looked at me hesitantly before coming in, still doing high knees. I closed the door before turning to her. "So what's up?" I asked. She reached down and grabbed her leg.
"I came to ask you if you want to fight for a bit." She said, not bothering to look at me.
"Ok, I guess. Just let me finish up here." I said, picking up my controller. I started again, Artyom revived and well again. I continued once again through post-apocalyptic Russia. Cassidy stood up and glared at me.
"Get up, you lazy ass." She said, obstructing the screen. I tried to look around her, but she kept moving. I stood up on the couch and resumed playing. She didn't seemed phased and just picked up her foot and shut off my Xbox with her shoe. My face deteriorated from a smile into a frown.
"What the hell! I didn't even save! You bitch!" I yelled. She didn't seem to care.
"Really? The best insult you can come up with in an all girls school is bitch? Wow. That's pretty pathetic."
"And who made you the queen of insults?" I asked, jumping down from the couch. I looked up at her. God, I fucking hate looking up to people. It's hard to stay mad at them. Even if she's only an inch taller...
"Oh, shut up and throw on a shirt." She said. I kept my glare as I walked over to my corner of the room. I slid on a gray tee shirt and tossed on a light jacket to match. I decided to change my sweatpants too. I looked back to Cassidy.
"Do you mind?" I asked.
"What, afraid I'm going to see your junk? Don't count on it, bub." I shrugged and slid off my pants. I had one leg through the new pair when suddenly realization hit me.
"Wait, are you implying I have a small dick?" I asked.
"No, I didn't mean it like that." She said before catching herself. "I mean, I'm sure its small. There's no need for me to call out the obvious."
"Ok, well at least I don't dress like a slutty 15 year old."
"Excuse me? This is so I have more flexibility. I'm not a slut, idiot."
"Oh, sorry. You're right. There's no need to point out the obvious." I said mockingly. This was our average conversation before fighting. We kinda insult each other to get each other pumped up. I put on my pants and slipped on my shoes. "Ready?"
"Yeah." She replied simply. We've been having little matches, either boxing or more MMA style. Despite my blackbelt ranking, she was still superior to me in physical aspects. I'd help her a bit with pokemon battles occasionally. It was a fair tradeoff. She was kind of antisocial; afraid and nervous around big crowds and lots of attention. But she was highly competitive. I wondered why she chose to get closer to me rather than one of the other girls. I knew it wasn't her affections or anything. I was pretty damn sure she'd rather break my leg than kiss me. Despite her figure, I tried to keep feelings for her from growing. After all, we're just friends...
"Then lets go." I said with a smile. The previous hostile mood vanished and was replaced with a more lighthearted one. We headed out and proceeded to the gym.
POV switch to Whitney
"Why, if it isn't Witty-Whitney!" Morgan said as I walked in.
"What's up Morgan?" I replied, still elated after the events of today.
"Nothing much. Just chilling with the band." Morgan said, gesturing to Kelly, Michelle, and Yvonne, who where next to her around the pool table.
"You'll never guess what happened!" I said.
"Lay it on us."
"I had sex with Zac!" I said, my voice growing higher at the last bit. Their gazes quickly shot up to reach mine.
"Well, looks like someone finally took action!" Morgan said with a smile. I couldn't help but feel she was hiding something. She seemed to be forcing a smile, but I ignored it. "That explains why your on cloud-nine."
"Hey, just so you guys know; I'm willing to share." I said with a sly grin. They all looked rather uncomfortable at the mention of sex. "What? C'mon, don't act like you've never thought of it!" I said.
"Well, ummm..." Kelly started.
"C'mon Kelly, out with it." I urged.
"Well, I... I-"
"I guess I thought about it once... or twice." Michelle blurted out.
"Atta girl! Mind shedding some light for us?" I asked. I grabbed a stool nearby and sat down, the confessions flowing like a waterfall from the band mates. Morgan, however, kept silent.
POV switch to Zac
I ducked my head as Cassidy's leg flew over my head. I used her stance to my advantage and swept her other leg out from under her. She caught herself with her hands and catapulted herself upwards. She tucked in and did three consecutive backflips and landed it without fail. Cassidy readied another punch. We fought without pads. It helped keep you on your toes and not let your guard down. Cassidy did wear bandages around her hands, but I wasn't sure it was for fighting or from her Moltres. Could be both. I now realized why she dressed so light, for she was getting her legs _way _over 180 degrees from a standing position. Even I couldn't get my legs that high, and I'm pretty damn flexible, even more than most girls. She threw her punch, but I blocked it with ease. I sent a hook kick to her kidney, but she blocked it with her free hand. Seeing my balance unevenly dispersed, she grabbed my leg and flipped me onto my stomach. I scootched back and slid between her legs before she could land a punch. She quickly lashed out a back kick that hit me square in the face. I bent back like a rock star doing a solo on his knees, but farther. It hurt like hell, but I shook it off quickly. I dove to the left, dodging another kick. Once I was on my feet, I swung my foot up in a roundhouse kick. She caught my foot, much to my surprise, and then did the unholy. She jumped up and cocked back her right hand. I felt the pain even before she struck me. Her fist barreled down to my crotch, pulverizing my nuts. I fell to my side with a thud, the pain from the tumble overshadowed by the hit to the gonads. I tried to let out a scream of pain, but my lungs were robbed of air. Puke slipped up to the back of my throat, but I knew it wouldn't surface. My ass clenched and I started rolling on the ground, my legs spaced out to keep all pressure off of my jewels.
"Are you ok?" A concerned Cassidy asked as she stood over me.
"Are you fucking crazy?" I said with a wheeze, using the last air still trapped in my lungs to speak. "You kicked me in my fucking _other _lungs!" I rolled around more, my body contorting as if a chestburster from 'Alien' was going to explode from my body. Black shrouded the edge of my vision. I struggled to breath. I vaguely heard a door open as I tried to stand up.
"Hey guys!" A familiar voice called. I looked up to see Morgan and Whitney come in. Cassidy didn't seem thrilled about having company. When Whitney saw me coughing violently while holding my package, she glanced at Cassidy. "What the hell happened!?" She yelled.
"He can't take a hit." Cassidy said.
"Oh, I _really _fucking wish you where guys sometimes." I huffed out, still breathless.
"Is that the homosexual coming out in you?" Cassidy joked. "Cause you're voice is getting higher."
"No, so you can feel the pain!" I said. I finally stood up, only to be embraced/tackled by Whitney. She looked at me and smiled.
"But then you wouldn't have me!" She said before leaning in to kiss me. She held it for a moment before digging in with her tongue. Cassidy gave Morgan a look, in which Morgan replied by making a hole with one and placing her finger from the opposite hand through it, imitating penetration. Whitney finally released me and stepped back. "We're all going ice skating, so we came to get you. You in?"
"I don't really have a choice, do I." I asked. Their was no reply. I looked at Cassidy, but she seemed more concerned about other things. "Where are you going?" I asked.
"I, uhh..."
"You're going too." I said. She seemed fidgety.
"I can't. I, uh, have... to... um... get my laundry! Yeah, that's right!" She said nervously.
"Cut the crap. You're going." I said finally. She grabbed my arm and pulled me closer.
"You know I don't like being with a lot of people!" She whispered aggravatedly.
"And you know I don't like getting nailed in the dick!" I retorted. "Now go get ready." I said, walking away. "Or I'll... I dunno. What hurts a girl? Punching you in the breast on your period? Yeah, there we go. That." I said over my shoulder. I headed back to my room to change, still waddling in pain.
I pulled up my jacket to shield myself from the wind. I walked along with Whitney, Morgan, and Jenna. They chatted about whatever shit girls talk about. Shoes? Guys? Twilight? I don't fucking know. I tripped up on a patch of ice and almost faceplanted into the snow. I fed the boys and let them have the room for the night as long as they don't buy anything or look up some other things on my laptop. I put Sully and Shadow in charge of the other four.
"So this place has an ice skating rink?" I called up ahead.
"You bet." Whitney called back.
"What doesn't this place have." I muttered. We continued on until the girls stopped, signaling we reached the rink. I looked up and gasped. It was huge! It looked beautiful. There where plenty of girls already on the ice, and Morgan and crew rushed to join them. I looked on hesitantly. Everyone was twirling and jumping. I know girls are primarily more interested in ice skating and are better, but I sucked _ass _at it. I slipped on the blades I rented and balanced myself. I slid in an earbud and readied myself for the ice. I smiled as Rock'n Me by the Steve Miller Band made its way into my ears. I hummed along and did some unnecessary squats. I gave a heavy breath and stepped out onto the ice. One foot... good... two... alright... one step... two... three... four... FUCK! I slipped backwards and slammed my ass off the ground. I grunted, my crotch feeling a sharp pain, for said area was still sore. I slipped around as I tried to stand up, eventually getting to my feet. By the time I stood up, the song was over. I sighed as Demons by Imagine Dragons switched on in. Great, a sad song. Just what I need. I tried walking again, only to repeat the process. I did increase the pain by sliding into a full on split. I was nothing I haven't done before. Its just the fact my nuts hit the cold ice hard. I fell to my side so I could stand up correctly. I thought it was funny that everyone just slid on by me without a care. I chuckled and kept trying to skate. Apparently Pandora wanted to make me sad, for Coldplay's Clocks was up next. "Ah fuck." I said, giving up on music. I took out the head phones and stuffed them in my pocket. I sat at the edge of the rink and watched everyone skate. I suddenly felt heavy-headed. I nodded off without even knowing it.
I awoke to a finger pricking my face. I jumped, er, fell backwards. Whitney looked at me with a large frown plastered on her face.
"Wha?" I asked with a yawn.
"You where out for like four hours. You missed the skating! There goes our Christmas Eve together you ass." She said angrily.
"I'm sorry. Don't yell at me."
"Why shouldn't I? I didn't get a single dance, photo, hug anything with you dick!" She said on the verge of tears. I jumped up, now scared I had hurt her.
"Whitney, I-" I started, placing my hand on her shoulder. She backed up, pushing my hand off her shoulder. I looked at her, shocked. Pain and hurt was smeared all over her face. She turned away.
"I knew I was an idiot for actually thinking you liked me. Guys are fucking dicks." She said, a tear rolling down her cheek. I stumbled over to her sloppily.
"Whitney, don't say that. Listen, I'm fucking terrible with apologies and emotional things and everything in between, but just here me out. I can be a prick. I can be an asshole. Hell, I am a fucking asshole. I'm a terrible boyfriend, I don't follow modern stuff, I'm biased, I'm not funny, I'm cocky, I'm terrible at a lot of things. I just want you to know you deserve better. So, go find your Prince Charming. I knew it from the start I wouldn't be good enough for you. As a matter of fact, how can anyone here like me? A fucking pessimistic asshole. Really Whitney, I still love you, but if you can't return those same feelings, then I don't know what to do." Whitney shivered a bit, and when she turned around, she had tears in her streaming down her face. She looked at me for a long moment. A smile lightly creased around the edge of her lips. She jumped into my arms and gripped me tight. My shoulder grew damp as she sobbed heavily into it. I rubbed her back as she cried it out. "Listen, I'm sorry. I know that's not the best apology, but it's the best I can do. So, you still up for that dance?" I asked, brushing the hair out of her eyes. She sniffed before replying with a light nod. I smiled and pulled out my phone, Whitney still nuzzled into my chest. I looked for a rather fitting song; Foreigner - "I Want To Know What Love Is". I slipped my phone into my pocket and lightly rocked with her in my arms.
"I gotta take a little time A little time to think things over I better read between the lines In case I need it when I'm older."
I proceeded to add a bit of a circular step into the dance. I am terrible at slow dancing.
"Now this mountain I must climb Feels like a world upon my shoulders I through the clouds I see love shine It keeps me warm as life grows colder."
Whitney still clung to my jacket, but her tears seemed to have stopped.
"In my life there's been heartache and pain I don't know if I can face it again Can't stop now, I've traveled so far To change this lonely life."
The stars shone brightly in the night sky. Rays of moonlight singled out the space we stood through the branches of the trees like a spotlight. Knowing what was coming, I pulled away from Whitney and grabbed her hands before swaying again.
"I wanna know what love is I want you to show me I wanna feel what love is I know you can show me"
I looked into her eyes. She looked into mine. I clasped her hand and placed the other one on her waist. We swayed some more.
"I'm gonna take a little time A little time to look around me I've got nowhere left to hide It looks like love has finally found me"
The snow kicked up a bit. It swirled around us like you would see in a Disney cartoon, but it was oddly fitting.
"In my life there's been heartache and pain I don't know if I can face it again I can't stop now, I've traveled so far To change this lonely life"
She shifted her hands to the back of my neck, and I placed mine behind her lower back. Her crimson hair glistened in the soft December air.
"I wanna know what love is I want you to show me I wanna feel what love is I know you can show me"
I couldn't help but notice how cute she looked in her burgundy beanie that matched her hair.
"I wanna know what love is I want you to show me And I wanna feel, I want to feel what love is And I know, I know you can show me"
She placed the side of her head to my chest and closed her eyes.
"Let's talk about love I wanna know what love is, the love that you feel inside I want you to show me, and I'm feeling so much love I wanna feel what love is, no, you just cannot hide I know you can show me, yeah"
After a few moments, she picked up her head and looked at me.
"I wanna know what love is, let's talk about love I want you to show me, I wanna feel it too"
"I love you Zac..." She said.
"I love you too, Whitney." I said. She leaned forward and planted her lips on mine. It wasn't a lust riddled one; no tongue. It was pure love and affection. We held the kiss till the end of the song and beyond.
"I wanna feel what love is, I want to feel it too And I know and I know, I know you can show me Show me love is real, yeah I wanna know what love is.."
*Alright, that concludes this chapter. Sorry if it's sloppy here or there. Hey, is it wrong I cried while typing the end there? Yes? No? Also, shoutout to who guesses correctly on the game Zac was playing in the beginning. I hope you all keep reading, reviewing, and supporting! Thanks for reading! *