Life and Times of Lorraine Dakota- part 9

At 8 o’clock on the dot I rang Andrew’s doorbell. His mother answered, stating he was down in the basement. Oh God, I hoped he wasn’t making love to his Xbox360 like he usually always does to blow me off.
Thankfully that wasn’t the case. He had the television on to one of my favorite shows, LOST . “Oh my God, you know how much I love this show?”
“Of course.Take a seat.” So I sat down next to him and began watching.
It was right in the middle of the new episode when Andrew began getting closer and closer to me, soon sitting his chin on my shoulder. “Lorraine,” He whispered. I turned my head towards him and realized how close his face was. He then pressed his lips to mine, running his tongue along my lips and pulling me close. sigh, I thought.
Then he began putting his hand up my shirt. My lips froze and I pushed him away, “No.”
“But why?” Andrew whined.
“Uh, we’re 13. Isn’t that reason enough?” Then Andrew looked at me with this depressed face and asked, “Don’t you love me?”
“of course I do.”

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