Hey, you're back. Ready to hear about my not-so-happy-ending story. Of course you are, you wouldn't have came back if you didn't. Okay, where to start. I got it. The day I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis. It was around one o'clock in the morning. To be exact, the morning before the first day of my junior year of high school. I woke up to the sound of knocking on my window.
I groaned and rolled off of my bed to see what was going on. I pushed my curtains to the side, revealing a shadowy face. I froze because I had no idea who it was. Then, their phone light came on, and I saw it was Sai. Just in case you're wondering who Sai is, he was my boyfriend. Was, my boyfriend. I rolled my eyes and opened up my window for him to jimmy his way in.
Once in he said, "Are you feeling okay?" So sweet right?
"I'm okay" I said, while wiping my nose. I thought it was a minor cold, nothing to serious.
He flipped his chocolate brown hair, and smiled his pretty boy smile. Which of course made me melt, I mean, I was a 16 year old girl. Ah his smile, was like poisonous hot chocolate on a cold winter day. You know its horrible for you, but you just can't resist it. His smile, I just couldn't get over it.
He moved in closer to me and my heart started racing and blushed like the cliche teenage girl I was. The next thing I know, his lips were crashing into mines. Like waves crashing onto the sand at the beach. Like cars colliding into each other. But this felt, right. Every thing about Sai and I felt right that night. Him sneaking into my room, him smiling at me when I said I was fine, him crashing his lips into mines. I didn't stop it, because for that one reason. It felt right.
I closed my eyes and rested my arms on his shoulders, like the normal kissing stance, and he placed his hands on my waist. That's one thing I liked about Sai, he put his hands on my waist, and not my hips. Hips and waists are two different things guys.
He pulled me closer and laid me on the bed. I knew I was in for the worst after this. See, Sai had been known for his notorious sex life and habits. Oh and trust me I wanted to believe them but he seemed just to sweet and innocent for that. But, it was that night that I found out all of this stuff was true, well almost.
He started kissing kissing down my neck, and onto my chest, giving me goosebumps. Each time he he stopped I felt the presence of more goosebumps forming on the place he kissed. He was teasing me, and he knew what he was doing too. But, as I said before, it felt right.
When he slid down my shorts I knew something was wrong. I immediately started gasping for air. I didn't know what was going on, and I sure as hell didn't want to wake up my mom. Mind you I'm in the middle of a sexual intercourse, with a guy I sneaked into my room.
I'm guessing Sai heard me, and got scared because he started panicking. He lifted me up and sat me upright on my bed. I pushed my hair back and examined my eyes. He was talking, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. All I know was that he was panicking and it was super adorable. Don't judge. I mean, I had the cutest guy panicking over me while I'm dazed and confused. It felt right okay don't judge.
He gets up and runs out of the room, which makes me panic even more. I'm in the middle of hyperventilating and he leaves me, alone in the room dark room to be exact. That's when, I black out.