It was my first kiss and it was perfect! We parted and stared back into each other’s eyes, just to make sure it was real!

A voice yelled up the stairs. Justin dashed up from the bean bag chair and leaned against the door.
“JUSTIN! GET DOWN HERE AND CLEAN UP THIS KITCHEN !” He closed his eyes and sighed.

“I’ll go with you,” I suggested.
“No, you stay here. I don’t want you involved.” He opened the door shut it between us. I sighed. It was nice that he was protecting me from his still angry parents, but It left me with nothing to do in his room.

I decided to work on the report. It had to get done, anyway. I plopped into the bean bag chair and rewrote the notes from the library, adding some smooth transitions and a few things from our textbook. He still hadn’t returned. I looked at the clock, only 15 minutes had passed.

I got out all of the art supplies I had brought for the visual part of the project. I spread them out on the floor. But I needed his input to continue.

I missed him already!