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Seconds later, I heard loud footsteps running up, and the sound of my door creaking open. I looked up between bleary eyes and saw Aaron, a guilty expression on his face.

"Come to laugh at me more?" I leered.

His expression changed at the tone of my voice... "No, Amy, I didn't mean it like that okay? It's just that the way you were crying... Made you look kind of sexy, but in a weird way."

"Great," I muttered darkly, "Just great. Thanks for that, jerk."

His face looked crestfallen at my accusation. "Sorry..."

"Urg!" I fell back upon the soft folds of my bed and patted the seat beside me. He obeyed and lay down beside me. "Okay. Sorry. But that doesn't answer the question."

"I don't know."

"That's good," I rolled my eyes at the ceiling.

"It's kind of funny how we're so stressed out by this little situation," Aaron remarked from beside me. I turned my head so that we were face to face, our cheeks flat against the smooth blanket.

"What is now, Carter?" I sighed.

"I'm just trying to make you laugh. Even if we do have to deal with this kind of problem, we shouldn't do it all depressed. Anyways, when did you start calling me Carter?"

"When I finally felt like it. Gosh!" I huffed in my best Napolean Dynamite voice. "Freakin' idiot!"

He rolled his eyes at me. "Gosh! Whatever!"

He leaned in and gave me a kiss, which I happily returned.

When he pulled away his face was serious. He let out a sigh and said, "I've tried to put off asking you this, but I can't anymore..."

I gave him a confused look, "What are you talking about?"

He sat up and ran his fingures through his hair. I also sat up and took his hand in mine...he was trembling.

"Aaron, what's wrong?" I asked, worried his answer was something bad.

"I have to know... Exactly how far did you and Nick get?" he tried to not make eye contact with me, but couldn't keep it up. When our eyes did meet his were scared, but why?

"What do you mean...?" I asked, seriously not knowing what he meant.

"Sex, Amy!! Did you and Nick have sex?!" he yelled, his voice getting caught on the last word.

What do I say!? Of course we didn't have sex, but it wasn't for lack of trying... If their mom hadn't barged in when she did, who knows what would've happened... I hated the idea of hurting him with those words, but I wasn't going to lie to him anymore. As hurtful as the truth was, I knew he'd appreciate it more than a lie.

I must've thought to myself for a bit too long because when I snapped back, Aaron was walking away saying, "How could I be so stupid?! Of course they slept together! How could they not?!"

"Aaron, stop!" I ordered, my confidence coming back.

He turned to face me, his eyes unreadable, but whatever he was thinking about, it wasn't good.

"We never had sex," I finally said.

His expression softened for a second, but then got cold and unreadable again, and in an equally cold voice, he said, "How do I know this isn't another lie?"

"Aaron, look at me!!" I yelled. "I've lost EVERYTHING because of my stupid lying!! I lost my dignity, my pride....." something caught in my throat before I could force out the last part of my sentence, "...I lost you."

I turned and sank back on my bed, feeling deflated as a popped balloon. "Look, don't believe me if you don't want. Nick and I never, EVER had sex. It's up to you if you want to believe me or not."

He ran his fingers through his matted blond hair again, sighing. "Amy, look, okay. I overreacted again. I'm sorry. I believe you."

I nodded numbly. When we were going to get to the point without any more arguements?

He came and sat back down beside me. "This isn't working out the way I planned it..." he mumbled.

"No shit, Aaron. When I first asked you to help paint my room, I didn't think this would ever happen."

"Please don't get mad," he said. He cupped my cheek with his hand and turned my head to face him. "I love you. And we WILL get through this," he gave me a deep kiss.

I looked at my clock after Aaron pulled away, it was only noon, it seemed much later than that. He followed my gaze and also looked at the clock.

"What time do you're parents get home?"

"Not till six or seven, why?"

All he had to do was look at me, and I knew exactly what he had in mind. Aaron kissed me again, this time deeper and more passionately. Before long we had gotten to the point that Nick and I had left off on.

Aaron was shirtless and he was working on getting his pants off without having to interrupt what we were doing. Once that was done, we got my clothes off. Our lips only separated when we needed to take a breath...

"Are you sure you want this?" Aaron gasped, looking down at our uncovered bodies.

I nodded, caught up in the moment, before plunging back up to Aaron's waiting lips. I let Aaron's tongue ravish my own with intense force, while I thought about it deeper.

Is it really wise to do this so soon after we had just fought? I closed my eyes and waited for a few moments as Aaron ran his hands so luxuriously over my body, before going back into thought. But I love him, I thought as I mirrored his touches. I reached up and slid my finger through his, now sweaty, hair. I really do want this, I decided silently. But wait, had we covered all the bases? Door locked? Yeah. Alarm on - just in case we need a second destraction for the first of my parents that came home? Yeah. Condom? NO!

"Aaron wait!" I managed to squeak.

"What?" he asked practically jumping off of me. "What's wrong?"

I reached into my dresser and pulled out a little foil wrapped condom, I'd kept a few of them in my drawer ever since Aaron and I had gotten caught a week or so before.

He took it from me and looked at me, uncertainty heavy in his face. "Amy, are you one hundred percent positive that this is what you want...?"

"Yeah," I said, panting. "I'm sure."

~Later~

"You keep condoms handy in your room?" He teased, his eyes twinkling as he now rested his chin on my shoulder.

"Aaron," I rolled my eyes knowingly. "Sure, whatever."

He brought his head back up so that his lips were just half an inch away from my own. "What if you get pregnant?" he whispered.

I hadn't thought of that. Or the illness I'd had not too long ago; luckily I'd finished the antibiotics. "That's why we use condoms," I said closing the gap.

He pulled away, "But what if it breaks?"

"I don't know..." I said. "Do you think like that about every girl before you sleep with them?"

"No," he said. "But then again, I've never cared about a girl, before, like I care about you..." He ran a hand across my cheek. I held his hand and kissed it.

"But what if?" He whispered again, his dark brown eyes rich in the dim light of my room. I looked over to my window to make sure that my windows weren't open. After all, I'd rather not see our butts on the National Enquirer.

I kissed him, and he responded by kissing back, our tounges wrestled for a bit before the kisses got deeper and deeper. More and more passionate. And before I knew it, he was inside me...

~Later~

Aaron smiled at me as we lay next to each other. I leaned over and kissed his cheek, letting my head rest under his chin. "How do you feel?" he smiled and climbed halfway on top of me.

"...Tired," I said, laughing. I let out a huge sigh, "But fine... What time is it?"

"Uh..one of."

"One of what?"

"One of those times when you need a watch!" he said and started laughing.

"How do you still have so much energy?"

"It's called stamina, baby. And it's one thing, you'll find out, that I have a LOT of!" he regained his position on top of me and I thought, Good lord! Again!?!