New Beginnings
Differences
Kirsten's POV
I woke up to the sound of my alarm buzzing, and I had never wanted to hear it less, because I remember Tyler's arms wrapped around me. Nevertheless, I reached over to tun it off. Then my head started pounding, and I had vague flashes of last night. I turned my head, and looked at Tyler sleeping, with his arms still loosely around me. We fell asleep, cuddled closely together, and it was ice to sleep next to someone again. I tried to move the bed as little as possible, but he started to wake up too, surely from me moving and the alarm. Once I am up, I go get a towel, and jump in the shower to get ready for my interview.
Tyler's POV
I woke up a few minutes before her alarm went off, and thought about what I would tell her when she got up. I heard her alarm go off, and she got out of bed. I checked the clock and it was only 7:00. Much to early for be to be up when I'm not working out. I fall back asleep within minutes.
I hear her open the bathroom door, and peek out through my eyelashes. She is wearing just a towel, and goes over to the bag on the floor. She pulls out a dress. But that's not what I'm paying attention to. Her legs seem to never end, and her ass was great. Last night, the whole time we were dancing, I was fighting a boner. She drops the towel and I decide to speak up. "Well, good morning to you too." And she jumps up, but she already set down her towel and dress so she has nothing covering her. I take full advantage of the situation.
"Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me!" And she picked up her towel, and covered herself back up. I laughed at her, but more laughing that I scared her. "how long were you watching me, creep?" She said jokingly.
"Just since you got in the room. But you don't exactly have to hide those from me, I saw them last night." I said, talking about her boobs.
She gave me a weird look, and said, "Wait... We didn't.. Did we?" And looked at me for the answer.
"No, you tried though. Which is a little backwards."I told her truthfully.
"Why didn't we then?" She inquired, somewhat justifiably, with the reputation that I have, and the way I can be with some girls.
"I don't have a good answer. It's not because I didn't want to, because believe me, I did. It's because I don't want to take advantage of you like that. You're my friend, and you were drunk. And if we ever do it, then I want you to remember it." I told her, but then I got embarassed, because I told her I wanted to do her, and last night it was the drinks talking, when she told me she wanted to, at least I think it was the drinks. "I was going to take you back to my place, but then you had more to drink, and got in a shouting match with Brendan. I don't want to be your revenge fuck. Sorry."I elaborate.
"Well, I wanted to, but it means a lot that you didn't. I don't want to lose one of the only friends I have here. Sorry I forced you to develop moral standards on the fly like that!" She said. I loved that she said that, because if we had done it, the morning would've been filled with regret. After I was done thinking about that, I went back to how hot she looked, and that was a really bad idea, because after not getting any last night, it doesn't take much to get it up.
"You should put on some clothes on." I tell her, then stand up to go to the bathroom.
"Why?"she said fake-seductively, "Do you find this distracting?"and she opened her towel a little. She laughed at herself, or my reaction. Probably both.
"Just a little." I admit, then turn to go to the bathroom.
When I come out, she had her dress on, and she looks good, even with the lack of makeup. "What's for breakfast?" I ask, because I'm really hungry.
"I'm thinking pancakes, but it has to be quick, we don't have much time. What time do you need to be home?" She says, walking out of the room heading towards the kitchen.
"My apartment is right down the block. I could walk home if you needed me to." I tell her back, because she is at the cupboard getting pancake mix and such.
"No! If it's really that close then it's not trouble. And just out of curiosity, what did I say to Brendan?" She says, her voice getting quieter at her question. I tell her exactly what she said, and what he said in response. She says this when I'm done, "Well, at least all of its true." she states. I can't disagree. It's true.
After we eat, and she finishes getting ready, and put on yesterday's clothes, we head downstairs to her car. It's only 8:15 and her interview is at 9:00. It takes about 10 minutes to get to the high school. We pull out of the garage, and I instruct her where to find my apartment.
When we arrive, she turns down the music, and doesn't talk for a minute. I unbuckle, and go to get out, but she finally speaks up, "I think I remember most of what happened last night, but I could really use a recap, just to be sure." She says. So I tell her. And I also tell her how it seemed like she was really having fun with me, not just pretending. Her response is, "I know I was having fun for real, but it doesn't matter that much. You were definitely fun though." And it seems like that is my cue to leave.
Before I can leave, I make a suggestion, "We should hang out again sometime. Alone. With less booze." And she looks over at me, and for some reason looks sad.
"Ty, as much fun as that sounds, you and I both know that's a bad idea. I'll just seem like more of a slut, and you'll look like more of a one night stand jerk. I don't want to do a one night stand, or friends with benefits anymore. That's all I've done since Brendan. I want something real." She says, and I can't help but think how beautiful she looks, despite her reaction.
"I want to take you out for real. On a date. And if we happen to have sex afterwards it will be because we have feelings for each other. Not because you're a slut, or I'm a jerk. Just think on it?" I plead, and she nods. I get out of the car, and I add one last piece. "I know you think I kissed you because you wanted me to be convincing, but I kissed you because I wanted to kiss you." then I shut the door. She drives off, and I hope she calls or texts. But if she doesn't, I'll convince her to go out with me, somehow. I don't know why I couldn't just do her last night, or why I wanted to actually get to know her, and take her out. There was just something different about her.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm buzzing, and I had never wanted to hear it less, because I remember Tyler's arms wrapped around me. Nevertheless, I reached over to tun it off. Then my head started pounding, and I had vague flashes of last night. I turned my head, and looked at Tyler sleeping, with his arms still loosely around me. We fell asleep, cuddled closely together, and it was ice to sleep next to someone again. I tried to move the bed as little as possible, but he started to wake up too, surely from me moving and the alarm. Once I am up, I go get a towel, and jump in the shower to get ready for my interview.
Tyler's POV
I woke up a few minutes before her alarm went off, and thought about what I would tell her when she got up. I heard her alarm go off, and she got out of bed. I checked the clock and it was only 7:00. Much to early for be to be up when I'm not working out. I fall back asleep within minutes.
I hear her open the bathroom door, and peek out through my eyelashes. She is wearing just a towel, and goes over to the bag on the floor. She pulls out a dress. But that's not what I'm paying attention to. Her legs seem to never end, and her ass was great. Last night, the whole time we were dancing, I was fighting a boner. She drops the towel and I decide to speak up. "Well, good morning to you too." And she jumps up, but she already set down her towel and dress so she has nothing covering her. I take full advantage of the situation.
"Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me!" And she picked up her towel, and covered herself back up. I laughed at her, but more laughing that I scared her. "how long were you watching me, creep?" She said jokingly.
"Just since you got in the room. But you don't exactly have to hide those from me, I saw them last night." I said, talking about her boobs.
She gave me a weird look, and said, "Wait... We didn't.. Did we?" And looked at me for the answer.
"No, you tried though. Which is a little backwards."I told her truthfully.
"Why didn't we then?" She inquired, somewhat justifiably, with the reputation that I have, and the way I can be with some girls.
"I don't have a good answer. It's not because I didn't want to, because believe me, I did. It's because I don't want to take advantage of you like that. You're my friend, and you were drunk. And if we ever do it, then I want you to remember it." I told her, but then I got embarassed, because I told her I wanted to do her, and last night it was the drinks talking, when she told me she wanted to, at least I think it was the drinks. "I was going to take you back to my place, but then you had more to drink, and got in a shouting match with Brendan. I don't want to be your revenge fuck. Sorry."I elaborate.
"Well, I wanted to, but it means a lot that you didn't. I don't want to lose one of the only friends I have here. Sorry I forced you to develop moral standards on the fly like that!" She said. I loved that she said that, because if we had done it, the morning would've been filled with regret. After I was done thinking about that, I went back to how hot she looked, and that was a really bad idea, because after not getting any last night, it doesn't take much to get it up.
"You should put on some clothes on." I tell her, then stand up to go to the bathroom.
"Why?"she said fake-seductively, "Do you find this distracting?"and she opened her towel a little. She laughed at herself, or my reaction. Probably both.
"Just a little." I admit, then turn to go to the bathroom.
When I come out, she had her dress on, and she looks good, even with the lack of makeup. "What's for breakfast?" I ask, because I'm really hungry.
"I'm thinking pancakes, but it has to be quick, we don't have much time. What time do you need to be home?" She says, walking out of the room heading towards the kitchen.
"My apartment is right down the block. I could walk home if you needed me to." I tell her back, because she is at the cupboard getting pancake mix and such.
"No! If it's really that close then it's not trouble. And just out of curiosity, what did I say to Brendan?" She says, her voice getting quieter at her question. I tell her exactly what she said, and what he said in response. She says this when I'm done, "Well, at least all of its true." she states. I can't disagree. It's true.
After we eat, and she finishes getting ready, and put on yesterday's clothes, we head downstairs to her car. It's only 8:15 and her interview is at 9:00. It takes about 10 minutes to get to the high school. We pull out of the garage, and I instruct her where to find my apartment.
When we arrive, she turns down the music, and doesn't talk for a minute. I unbuckle, and go to get out, but she finally speaks up, "I think I remember most of what happened last night, but I could really use a recap, just to be sure." She says. So I tell her. And I also tell her how it seemed like she was really having fun with me, not just pretending. Her response is, "I know I was having fun for real, but it doesn't matter that much. You were definitely fun though." And it seems like that is my cue to leave.
Before I can leave, I make a suggestion, "We should hang out again sometime. Alone. With less booze." And she looks over at me, and for some reason looks sad.
"Ty, as much fun as that sounds, you and I both know that's a bad idea. I'll just seem like more of a slut, and you'll look like more of a one night stand jerk. I don't want to do a one night stand, or friends with benefits anymore. That's all I've done since Brendan. I want something real." She says, and I can't help but think how beautiful she looks, despite her reaction.
"I want to take you out for real. On a date. And if we happen to have sex afterwards it will be because we have feelings for each other. Not because you're a slut, or I'm a jerk. Just think on it?" I plead, and she nods. I get out of the car, and I add one last piece. "I know you think I kissed you because you wanted me to be convincing, but I kissed you because I wanted to kiss you." then I shut the door. She drives off, and I hope she calls or texts. But if she doesn't, I'll convince her to go out with me, somehow. I don't know why I couldn't just do her last night, or why I wanted to actually get to know her, and take her out. There was just something different about her.
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