City in the Sky

I held back a smile and returned the enthusiasm.

I was careful not to go any farther.

After a while, I pulled away, but rested my forehead on hers.

I smiled and stayed close.

"How old are you again?" I whispered.

"17, I'll be 18 in a few weeks," I replied quietly.

"Hmm... my age," I murmured before kissing her lips for a second.

I nodded slightly and kissed him back.

I pulled away soon and kissed her nose before our foreheads touched again.

I smiled again.

I closed my eyes.

I thought I heard a door open, but I stayed put.

I didn't pull away. Instead, I pulled her into my lap.

I smiled again and curled up closer to him.

I smiled as well when I heard the elevator ding and the doors open. Apparently, the universe hated me. My eyes widened when I saw who it was.
It wasn't my brothers, but Jenna Hopkins, a red-head that seemed nice on the outside, but I knew that wasn't the case.
I've known her since sixth grade and she's had a scary huge crush on me since when I punched a bully for her, on accident and saw me as a hero since then. Of course, she was a bit nutcase so I never went out with her. I actually had a restraining order on her after that one incident and how in the heck did she know where I lived?

((I love putting my character through misery sometimes.))

"Who's that?"

((I know right!))

I gently pushed Madison off of me and ducked under the couch. "Cover me!" I hissed, commando crawling to the terrace door.

I tried not to laugh and made sure the girl didn't see him.

Of course that didn't work! "Tristian?" Jenna asked, looking right at me! I sighed and sprung to my feet. "Hey, Jenna," I said in a defeated voice. "Oh my gosh! You've grown!" She said, running over, to hug me, no doubt, but I dodged in time. "Yeah, I know. How did you find out where I lived?"

I stepped closer to Tristan and held onto his hand.

"Oh, I saw you... from your terrace." She gave a smile and looked at Madison. "Who's your friend?" She asked, her voice seemingly friendly, but dripping with rage at the same time.

"His girlfriend," I said sweetly, hiding my thoughts, "Who are you?"

"Jenna, his-"
'Stalker,' I thought before she said "friend." I tried to muster up a smile. "Well, Jenna, you caught me at a bad time, you see, I have this nasty head cold, and you don't want to risk getting sick." As if on cue, I sneezed twice.

"We both have colds actually."