User blog:SIBUNAOVEREVIL219/The Generation After- Ch 4

Ellen’s POV (still)

After school, Britney and I went in to the house, laughing at an inside joke she made. “I’m gonna go get started on homework. Wanna come?” she asked, starting up the stairs. I was about to say yes until I saw James sitting on the couch. “Ummm….I, uh…” I stuttered, trying to think of how to break the “sisters before misters” rule without hurting her feelings. She followed my gaze to where James was, flipping through a book. “Ah, I see. It’s ok, go on,” she said in an understanding tone, motioning towards the living room. I mouthed ‘thanks’ to her and set off for the couch. I plopped down next to James and cheerfully said “hey!” to him. He caught me by surprise when he threw his book over his shoulder and pressed his lips against mine. They were soft and gentle, the exact opposite of my first kiss. It was at the mall with Kevin Hills. Uck, worst kiss-and relationship-of my life. But I could hardly think of Kevin as he pulled away from me. “Sorry if I upset you. I just… never mind,” he said as he got up from his position on the couch. “Wait!” I exclaimed as I grabbed his hand and pulled him back down. I cupped his face in my hands and leaned on him. He reacted by putting his arms around my waist and met my lips halfway. I took my hands from his face and moved them around his neck. After a good 10 seconds, we both pulled away in unison, and he smiled softly at me. I smiled back, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and ran up to my room.

Britney’s POV

I heard our door slam and looked up from my algebra book. Ellen ran over to her bed and started screaming in to her pillow. “What HAPPENED to you!?” I asked as I worried look spread across my face, afraid that James had rejected her in some way. I ran over to her bed and pulled the pillow from under her, but when she revealed her face to me, she was beaming like she had seen heaven. I gave her a suspicious eye and smiled at her, saying “Did he…” “Yes!” she finished. “He kissed me!”   We jumped up and down, holding hands, whisper-screaming. When she, I mean, WE, calmed down enough to sit and talk normally, she told me the whole story in detail. COMPLETE detail. She told me what it felt like, what she was thinking, what they were saying… but I hardly remembered any of it as I thought of the thing that I needed to tell her.