After our date, we went home. Well, actually, I went home. George surprised my after three minutes by climbing to my window. He said he wanted to get to know me better. Alright, then.

"Won't your mother worry?" I asked.

"I told her I was spending the night at Pete's." he shrugged.

Smart. Wait. Spending the night? Is he spending the night here? My mom doesn't know. And there's not an extra bed and the couch is to small.

"Are you spending the night here, than?" I asked.

"Why not. I'll leave in the morning and your mum won't know."

Okay. We sat our my bed. We sat in silence for a bit as George studied my room.

"How was it in Hawaii?" George finally said.

"Oh. It was nice and warm. And so beautiful," I answered.

"Nice. Maybe some day when we're older, we can visit there," George smiled.

He's making plans already. Hmmmm. Yay! We started talking about our family and places we wanted to visit when we're older. We talked about food (George really liked that topic), bands, dates and a topic I didn't like.

"So, how many people have you dated?" George asked.

Uh oh. How can I say, I'm 17 and I've only had a boyfriend for a week or two. That'll make me look lame and stupid. Ugh. How many did George date before me?

"One," I admitted at last.

"Oh. I've dated fou."

Oh. They were probably prettier than me. I really need to stop that! Everyone is pretty in their own way. I'm pretty on the inside. Not literally. Everyone has pink and red insides that oozes. Yuck.

"What was your best kiss?" George smirked.

"Uhhh," I oh so intelligently answered.

"I haven't had such a great kiss until a few hours ago," George scooted closer to me which made me nervous.

"Re-really?" I squeaked.

He nodded and scooted even closer. He leaned forward and kissed me. It started getting more faster and harder. I opened my mouth and his tongue slide in. Wow. George is the first person I've french kissed. George flipped me over and got on top of me, kissing still. He straddled me. We were kissing for three minutes only stopping to take short breaths. His hands started going slowly up my shirt. It felt so wrong but I liked it very much. It was like...like my brain melted and I couldn't think straight.

George kissed me passionately. It was so good. He sucked on my neck, making me moun silently. He started pulling off my shirt. My melted brain didn't care. George pulled off his shirt and his hot skin touched mine. He went back to kissing my lips which were most likely swolen. But what did I care. He pulled off his pants revealing his underwear. He pulled down my pants too. He was starting to undo my bra when something in my mind clicked. He took of my bra and I pushed George off of me.

"George!" I said wide eyed.

"What?" he asked.

I pulled the blanket over my bare chest.

"I'm not ready. We just stated dating," I shook my head.

"I'm sorry, Stella. I don't know what got a hold of me. It just felt so good."

"I know. Maybe you should leave," I said even though I wanted him to stay.

"I said I'm sorry, Stella. But if you want me to leave..."

Those sad brown eyes made me cringe.

"You can stay. But...don't do that for now. I'm sorry, too, George. Can you...uh, hand me my," I blushed. "Bra?"

"Oh. S-sure," he got off my bed and handed it to me. He pulled up his trousers and put back on his shirt. He handed me my shirt and pants. I put them on quickly. If we hadn't stopped...I hope at least he had a condom. I'm to young to be a mother. Ewgh.

He sat back down on my bed which was messy now. George couldn't look me in the eye now. He stared at my beige carpeting. I couldn't blame him. I looked at my wall clock. 11:18 p.m. I was a bit excited from what happened though. That has never happened to me. Never! And it felt so good!

"You alright?" I touch George's arm.

"Yeah. Um, I'm just tired. I'll sleep on the floor," George started to get up.

I felt guilty for making him sleep on the floor. I groan and take George's hand and pull him on my bed.

"My bed is big enough. Just...no funny stuff," I say.

"Okay, love."

George pecks me on the cheek. I hand him a pillow and blanket. I take the left side.

I make George turn away as I change into my nightgown, but what's the point? He already saw my top half naked. He brought a duffle bag, since he told his mom he'd stay at Pete's and changed into striped pajama's. We both went to bed.

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Author's note:

Whoa! I didn't mean for it to turn like that. And that fast too. sorry. -_- Any ways, sorry I haven't been updating so soon. Okay, bye! See yah later alligator!