Nikki-chanz

Noah kissed me, Noah kissed me? What is going on? I didn’t know that that was what he wanted to talk about. I never knew really thought of him in that way. I always saw him as more of an older brother than....boyfriend material. After he kissed me, he asked me out. In shock I told him that I would think about it, and ran off. Now I’m wandering through the woods trying to think of something else.After thinking that walking around mindlessly wouldn’t solve anything, I began to walk to my cabin. As I approach the front door, I hear yelling from the inside. I slowly open the door to see Andrew talking on his cellphone, his back

It’s been a week since Caleb got drunk and pushed me down. Not much happened after that. After he passed out, he woke up with a major headache and a bump on his head. He didn’t seem to remember anything except for the amount of alcohol he drank. I am relieved that he doesn’t remember licking my ear, making my whole body get hot. I don’t think I can handle his shocked expression when he looks at me. I’m just happy that we are still close friends. The only problem is the dreams I been having ever since that night. Most of them end up with me and Caleb kissing and occasionally giving me a handjob. I would wa

"So what all goes on at this camp?” Caleb asks me. We are both sitting on the floor of our cabin. With music sheets scattered around us. Caleb seems to be in a better mood, since he keeps telling me that he’s excited to drink tonight. “Not much really.” I start while organizing the papers. “The only good stuff that happens is the party and the huge concert that somehow turns out to be a huge hit each year.” “Concert?” Caleb’s blue eyes catch me off guard. “Uh, yeah.” Shit. Stop staring at his eyes, idiot. “T-they mostly hire local bands, since their so cheap.”

Caleb and I start heading back to our cabin. I walk a few steps behind him because I don't want him to see how red my face was. So for the time being I follow his footprints and stare at his back. Where a black guitar case rests against his back. I can hear Caleb say a few words, but I'm not paying attention. I keep replaying our conservation over in my head, his smile planted in my brain. The sound of a bell rings in the distance. "Guess it's time for dinner." Caleb says as he keeps walking towards the cabin. I follow him, not wanting to leave his path. -------- After we stopped at our cabin, so Caleb could put away his guitar, we he

I walk over shyly towards the open seat. Having no idea what's going to happen next. I sit down on the soft chair, keeping my hands close to my sides. I notice that there are empty music sheets scattered around the floor. The barely noticeable notes are smudge from being erased. You could tell that the person who wrote them was getting frustrated by his own thoughts. Could they be his? Caleb sets his guitar next to a black guitar case that had his name stitched on it, in thick white stitches. He walks back to me and sits down on the stool right next to me. Staring at me, with a blank expression printed on his face. "I've been waiting