Pete and Katie play soccer and Pete expresses his, what's the word...feelings for someone...
Clouds filled the sky as I walked onto the soccer field behind our school.
Pete met me there a few minutes later.
"I'll let you kick off first." I said, smirking.
"Haha, you're so funny." He said, sarcasticaly.
We played for awhile, then it started raining. But pete wouldn't quit (I think it was because he was losing...), but whatever.
He was going for a goal when he hit a patch of mud and slipped.
"Pete? Are you okay?"
I ran and knelt over him.
I stood up, and slipped. We both layed there, laughing hiserically.
Suddenly, Pete stopped, his face becoming serious. He rolled over ontop of me,so our faces were a few inches apart. He leaned down and kissed me. It was amazing. My first kiss.
When we broke apart, I regained my breath and controlled my thoughts.
Wait...Pete? Pete Wentz, the guy I've hated since kindergarden kissed me?
"Pete..." I said, as I pushed him off me and stood up.
"Yeah?" He breathed.
When I didn't answer and started to walk away, he stood up.
I started running so he wouldn't chase me.