Chapter Ten

I can't remember if Morgan and I ever had a big fight. We really were calm and collected people, and the idea of a new relationship didn't make us mad; it made us giggly and cute. We were falling in love and doing everything new couples usually did. We were holding hands, kissing passionately, giggling to each other. We were always together, never wanting to be apart. Nothing about him bothered me, and nothing he did ever made me mad. He always used to tell me I was his one and only and that we'd never fight because he loved me so much.

I knew eventually the feeling would subside, and we would in fact fight about something, whether it be the littlest thing or the worst thing I could think of. For now, we just lived in the bliss of knowing that neither one of us could live without the other, even if only for a few hours.

I found a picture of the day after we first made love. I had the goofiest smile on my face, and I think I was the happiest guy alive. Every single time someone would say something about how I looked so happy, I would just smile and nod, trying to keep my emotions on the down-low for at least a little longer. Once you start telling people someone is your boyfriend... it usually means something bad is going to happen.

I was awoken by the light shining into the car, and my muscles tightened as I realized where I was and what we were doing. My head shot up, glaring out the windows for anyone that might have walked past the car and looked inside. My heart was beating a million beats per second as I watched for any sign to tell me someone saw.

I felt his arm reach around and pull me back down, and I winced at the slight sun coming into the backseat of the car. He mumbled as he spoke, covering his eyes with his free hand, "Tinted windows, nobody can see in, we can only see out."

I calmed down a little bit, pushing myself back into his arms. The feeling only stayed for a few seconds until I realized I was wearing absolutely nothing on my body. I grimaced as I grabbed my shirt, pulling it on my body, trying to cover every part up with something. I looked around the car for the rest of my clothes, getting up slightly.

"What are you doing? Can't a guy get a few more winks of sleep?" A smirk danced on his lips, but I didn't notice as I scrambled to cover myself.

"I'm... I'm naked! I don’t have a stitch of clothing on. This is absolutely terrible, and I'm sorry you have to see this. I should have thought this over more."

His hand went from caressing my arm to smacking it, actually quite hard. I winced a little as he tossed my clothes back on the floor. He wrapped his arm around me and held me down, "You have nothing to hide, every inch of you is beautiful."

I blushed and turned my head into his armpit, I was trying my hardest not to squeal in happiness. What was wrong with this guy? Why was he so romantic? Guys were not supposed to be like this.

Hours passed and finally we decided to get dressed and head back home, well to his home at least. His parents might worry that we got caught in the thunderstorm last night, but with no text messages from anyone, I thought it might just be a safe bet they assumed we were doing something else... somewhere else. For part of it, they were correct. I’d assume they didn’t think we’d be doing that in the back of his car, probably somewhere else.

As we drove back to the house, he wasn't talking, and it made me kind of nervous. I had just had an amazing night, one that I was sure to remember for a very long time, but he wasn't talking about it. To make matters worse, he had just taken my virginity, I could handle him ignoring me if I hadn't just let that go.

"So... did you have a good time?"

He smirked, not taking his eyes off the road. "It was a good night."

I fiddled with my thumbs, trying to think of some type of conversation. I might have seemed moderately calm on the outside, but inside I was panicking. What if he told me he never wanted to see me again?

"I think you should go home tonight though, we've been spending a lot of time together lately." He pulled into the driveway.

I was about to lose it, and I could feel tears burning to be let out. He didn't want to spend the night with me? What the hell was happening? "Oh... uh... yea..." I awkwardly unbuckled my seat belt and opened the door, getting out into the driveway. I started walking home, shaking and confused. I couldn't believe this was happening. What did I do wrong?

As I made my way down the sidewalk, holding in the tears and kicking a pebble I found, I thought of everything that had happened. I would never be able to come over again because it would be much too awkward with Morgan around. Had he really used me for his own sexual gratification? I suddenly felt dirty.

Before I turned the corner, I felt someone's hands on me, I turned around to see Morgan staring at me, a smile on his lips, "I just don't want your parents to worry. You can come over after school tomorrow, okay?"

My mood brightened up, "Okay! I can do that."

He bent down and hugged me, our lips touching for a quick second. I felt his hands touching my back lightly, and I shivered as soon as he touched me.

He put his mouth to my ear and whispered, "I love you, Mattieboy."