Teenage Romance

Taylor and Matt have known each other since they were nine. But what happens when they start to have feelings for each other. Will they take the chance and date, or continue being good friends?


12. Chapter 12.

“Do you want to go to the beach?” He asked me smirking.

“I would love that.”

“Come over to my house when you are ready, okay.” He smiled and walked out the door.

I got myself ready in record time, grabbed my things, and ran over to Matt’s. I opened up the door, it was silent. “Hello?” I asked. There was no answer, so I walked up the stairs to his room. I knocked then opened up the door. He was standing there in his swim trunks, shirtless. “Nobody answered, so I just let myself in.” I walked over to his bed and sat down. “Where is your aunt and sister?” I asked.

“They left to get their nails done.” He said looking at me. He grabbed a cut off t shirt from his closet and threw it on.

“That sounds fun. Do you want to pack a lunch for the beach?” I stood up as he walked over to his bed.

“Yeah that sounds great.” He directed his course over to me “Do you know what else sounds great?”

I blushed, “What?”

“You.” He bent down and pecked my lips.

“Ditto.” I smiled. I grabbed his hand and skipped downstairs into the brightly colored kitchen. After making the sandwiches and cutting up the fruit we were on our way to the beach. The drive was a hour long. We arrived around lunchtime, so we went straight to the picnic tables in the park nearby the lake.

Matt set the bag of food on the table. "Bon appetit.” He grabbed his turkey and cheese sandwich and took a big bite. “This is amazing!”

I took a bite of my peanut butter and jelly. “I know. I haven't had one of these in forever.” After our stomachs were full I ran the food bag back to the car to drop it off. When I caught up with Matt we walked down the path to the beach. Not to my surprise, there was a lot of kids from my school here. I stopped and grabbed Matt’s arm, “Let’s not tell anybody about us yet.”

“Why?” He asked.

“I got out of a relationship not to long ago and I don’t want people to think I’m a hoe.” I said.

He smiled. “Okay. Are we not telling anyone? Like best friends?” He asked.

“No. Let’s wait a little while.” I said feeling a little selfish.

“Sounds good.” He pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head.

We walked in the sand and put down our towels to save our spot. A red head in our grade starting running our way, “Hey Matt!”

“Gabe! What's up?” Matt said taking off his shirt and placing it on his towel. I starting taking off my shorts and tank top, so I was just in my swimsuit.

Gabe looked at me and smiled, “Taylor right?”

“Yeah.” I half smiled at him.

“I’m Gabe.”

“I know. We are in the same grade as each other.” I stated. He smirked at me, liking my attitude, he turned to Matt,

“We are going to start a game of volleyball, want in?”

Matt looked at me, trying to tell if it was okay, I smiled. “Yeah.”

“Awesome. Bring your hot friend too.” Gabe winked at me, then ran off into the direction that he came.

Matt’s smile disappeared as soon as Gabe was far enough away, “This is going to kill me.”

I looked up at him, “What?”

“Well I just had to stand there while he hit on you.” He explained.

“Oh. We can start telling people soon.” I reassured him.

“I know, just let me know when you are ready.” He helped me off the ground. “Lets go play some volleyball.” We walked over to the sandy court, there was about 20 people there. After deciding who team leaders were going to be they started picking their team mates. I ended up being on Gabe’s team, and Matt was on Kyle’s team. We played multiple games, and my team ended up winning. After the chaos from the game died down there was a bonfire.

“I’m going to go change.” I whispered to Matt who was sitting right by me.

“I’m going with you.” He whispered back. I got up and walked to the car with Matt right behind me.

“Why did you have to come with?” I asked once we were far enough away from the crowd of people.

“It’s getting late and I don’t want you to get mugged.” He stated in a matter o factly way.

We arrived at the car and I got in the backseat, “Stay out there. And don’t look in here.” Matt made a pouty face, but then smiled and turned around so his back was pressed up against the window. It was a struggle to get changed in the car, but I managed. I stepped out of the car and saw Matt. “I’m ready.” I said.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?” He said grabbing my hand and walking down the path.

“You may have mentioned it.” I smiled. We walked back down to the bonfire and sat in our spots.

Gabe stood up, “On the Fourth of July there will be a party here. Please invite everybody you can. Especially hot girls.” Everybody started cheering and clapping. We stayed at the fire for another half hour and then left to go home. We arrived home a little after eleven.

“I had a great time tonight.” Matt said.

“As did I.” I leaned in and kissed him. I could taste the lemonade he had earlier today. I smiled at him and got out of the car. I unlocked my front door and walked inside. My mom was sitting on the couch watching tv. “Your home late.” She said. “We went to the lake. I was not planning on being out that late.” I explained.

“It’s okay. It’s summer.” She smiled. “I’m going to bed.” She gave me a hug then headed up to her room.

A few weeks later, American flags started going up and firework stands were in big business. Matt and I were hanging out almost everyday and my mom started getting a lot of business calls about her book. The Fourth of July was only a couple days away. Matt was coming over today to hang out. I heard a knock at my door.

My mom’s head peaked in. “Hey sweetie. Do you have time to talk?” She asked.

“Yeah. What’s up?” She sat on my bed and patted the seat next to her. I sat down, “Is everything okay?”I asked. “Yeah, well for me it is. I was asked to dinner.” She cringed waiting for my reaction. My mom and dad got divorced when I was really young, and my dad didn’t care about custody rights. He wanted nothing to do with me.

“That’s great! Who was it?” I asked.

She tilted her head confused to why I wasn’t mad, “Greg Thompson, he’s a writer for a magazine, I met him at the airport, and we exchanged numbers.” My mom has been on two dates in the past ten years, but neither one of them had stuck.

“When are you two going out?” I asked smiling.

“Tonight or tomorrow, he has a big story that he is covering about 20 minutes away, so it depends on how that goes.” She answered.

“I’m so happy for you! Tell me when you know for sure okay.” She was grinning ear to ear,

“Okay, thank you for understanding and not getting upset.”

“I have nothing to be upset for.” She then got up and scurried out the door like a preteen getting a text from her crush.

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