A Simple Love Story. Not!

I couldn't help but smile as Joe and I walked into a dimly lit Italian restaurant, hand in hand, fingers intertwined.

After a month of talking to eachother, we just kinda....revealed how we felt for each other and then BAM!, the next thing I knew, we were going out to dinner together whenever he was relatively close to Wisconsin.

As we got our buzzer to let us know when a table was ready, we went and took a seat on a vacant bench and somehow, started staring into each others eyes.

My breath was starting to get caught in my throat from the way he was looking at me, and my head started spinning when his thumb started to rub against mine.

I couldn't get over how gorgeous he was. How handsome his face and the way his voice was so velvet smooth. Just the sound of it made me go crazy.

But I didn't really have the time to think about how voice or beautiful he really was when he started moving closer to me, making my heart beat faster than before.

His lips caught my eyesight. and then I was sold. Not that I didn't want to kiss him before...but when I saw his lips...I had to kiss him. I wanted them so bad. Just to see what they tasted like. And to never let go.

I closed my eyes when he got about 6 inches to my face and waited for it...but after a nerve-wracking 2 minutes, his kiss never came and I opened my eyes to see him about an inch from my face. He looked like he wanted to kiss me...badly from the desire I could see in his eyes. But when I accidently gave him my doe eyes...a smirk come onto his face from amusement.

"Would- would you..." he trailed off, still an inch away from my face.

I looked at him with questioning in my eyes and then he looked down towards his lap and pulled away from me slighlty while asking if I would dance with him. And just like that, the moment was ruined when he stood up so fast and extended his hand down to me for me to grab onto.

"What?" I asked him and I mentally slapped myself for how stupid I just sounded. And from realizing that there was no kiss involved anywhere in that scenerio. ""How can we dance? There's no music." I stated while trying to cover up my disappointment.

There were people talking, the door opening and closing, and people walking in and out of the room. If there was music playing, I certainatly couldn't hear it.

"Just dance with me." he insisted while reaching down towards my lap and grabbing one of my hands. Pulling me up towards him he intertwined our hands and then wrapped his other arm around my waist and sending my heart into a frenzy and my mind into a whirlwind. Everyone around us seemed to suddenly be dis-interested in what they were previously doing thanks to Joe and I standing there, arms wrapped around each other and I let out a nervous laugh while giving the head host a smile.

Then, I was thrown forward due to Joe trying to Tango and when I turned my head to glare at him, he was smiling so wide, I coudn't help but melt from the way he was looking at me.

"I figured that would get you to wake up. I don't want you falling asleep on me on our first date!" he said with an amazing smile. All I could do was smile back to him as his hand unlaced with mine and rested on my hip while my hand up and connected with my other one to lock around his neck.

He simply sent me an innocent smile before pulling me closer to him so we were practically hugging and all I could think about was his arms wrapped securly around my waist and how good he smelled.

After a good 5 minutes of slow dancing and letting everyone's stares start to leave us, we both felt the vibration of the buzzer that had somehow got into his pocket.

"Our tables ready!" he said with a huge excited smile on his face as he grabbed it out of his pocket, grabbed my hand and practically dragged me to the host stand and to the table.

We quickly got seated and ordered our drinks and had random small talk until the waiter came back and we ordered our food and before I knew it, we were walking back to my house after dinner and all I could think about...

Dang! No kisses!

Once we got back to my house we walked up to my room, no one was home surprisingly, and I told Joe that I was going to change into my pajamas because I was tired and maybe we could just relax and watch a movie.

He simply just nodded his head and made himself comfortable on my bed while I headed towards the bathroom to change.

After brushing my teeth and changing in my pajamas, I made my way back towards my room and stopped short when it came into view.

The light was off and the door was halfway closed.

Did he leave? What the heck is going on?

I slowly crept towards my room, my heart pumping a little faster than normal for the strangeness of the situation and I pushed my door open a little bit, having the light from the hallway flood into my room.

"Joe?" I asked, barely just above a whisper from how scared I was about what was giong on.

After a few seconds of silence I said his name again, taking an apprehensive step into my room and as soon as I did, two hands shot out from the darkness of my room and shoved me up against the wall while one covered my mouth to stifle my screaming. But the hand was quickly replaced by a mouth and once I smelled his cologne, I loosened up and kissed hiim back, dropping my clothes to the floor.

I tried moving slightly since I was standing on my shirt that I had dropped, and Joe seemed to think I was going something else because once I moved, his hands moved from one being on my face and the other being on my hip, to both being underneath my butt and lifting me against the wall while I wrapped my legs around him, his tongue flickering against mine.

My head was spinning right now I was getting so dizzy from the lack of oxygen I was getting, but at that moment, I didn't really care and I wasn't going to stop our makeout session.

We both started to breath heavily through our noses before he pulled away from me quickly, took a deep breath before plunging back into the kiss we were sharing. I couldn't help but moan slighlty from feeling him move his hips into mine and the next thing I knew, I was laying on my bed, Joe lifting my shirt up with on hand while the other was getting tangled in my hair.

The things that boy could do with his tongue, I couldn't tell you since my mouth was currently preoccupied, but boy oh boy...was it good.

I let out a groan when he cut the kiss short and started leaving me sloppy kisses down my neck to my collarbone while she massaged my hipbone underneath my shirt which caused a soft moan and whine combonation to be heard from me.

He started moving his way back up my neck and then stopped and started sucking on a part of it, making my head feel like it was getting clouded over with pleasure. He not only sucked, and flicked his tongue, he nibbled. And that made me moan even louder when he started nipping.

My body was so warm, and yet I could feel the goosebumps all along my legs, arms, neck, just from his touch. I couldn't stop grabbing fistfuls of his hair without letting out a moan whenever he nipped at my neck. It seemed harder for me to breath the longer he kept sucking on my neck.

And then, it all stopped.

He pulled away from my neck, causing me to whimper slightly, wanting him to continue with his nipping and sucking.

"Wake up Steph." he breathed out while I looked at him like he was crazy before saying, "Huh?"

"Wake up!" he said a little louder while abruptly grabbing my shoulders and started to chake me.

"WAKE UP!"

And just like that, I was surrouned by bright light, and I shut my eyes quickly to keep myself from going blind.

"Wake up Steph." I heard, followed by hands getting taken off of my shoulders. "What the heck were you dreaming about? Nightmare or something?" a familier voice asked me.

I blinked a couple of times and brought up a hand to shield the light from my eyes so they could adjust for a few seconds before I looked over to my side and saw Joe with a worried expression on his face.

"Huh?" I asked him while sitting up slowly and my head felt like it was swimming, making me let out a groan of pain before I grabbed my head.

"Did you have a nightmare? You were breathing really heavy and making weird noises." Joe explained while rubbing my back in circles.

"Umm..." I started and turned my head to see his adorable worried face once again. "Yeah." I quickly answered and then shook my head to try and get my head to stop spinning and to get the remains of the dream out of my mind.

It wasn't that I didn't want to actually forget that dream...it just...it was weird. I never really thought I had those kinda of feelings for Joe and here I was, dreaming about him and I dating, and making out on my bed. The very bed that him and I just slept in together last night and that he just woke me up in. From a dream about him!

This was bad. This was really bad.

"Yeah?" he asked me in a confused tone, clearly wanting me to explain myself better.

"Umm, yeah. A nightmare." I coughed a little, just to break my eye contact with him. "I almost died." And with that, I looked down at my bedspread and tried to get my mind clear of everything, althoguh that was pretty difficult since my head felt like it was full of cotton balls at the moment.

His arms wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me into him while he let out a 'shh'ing noise while rocking me back and forth while saying, "It's ok. You're safe now."

Pff. Yeah right! I just had a hardcore makeout session with you in my dream...I doubt that qualifies as alright!

He slowly laid back down onto the bed, me cradled into him as he laid down all the way, still rocking me back and forth, telling me that "Everything is alright." and "I'm here now. You're alright."

I couldn't help but smile slightly from how he was trying to 'calm' me down from my 'death dream' and the tingles that I got from his breath hitting the top of my head and cascading down my shoulders and arms and then it all came flooding back. Well, actually nothing came flooding back, which is what freaked me out.

What the heck was he doing here? In my bed? Sleeping in his boxers?

After not having anything come back to me to answer my own questions, I decided I had to ask him what happened last night.

The last thing I remember is Andy showing up with some girl and then Megan. And some yelling. Crying. Snuggling. What? I gotta know what happened last night.

"Joe?" I asked him just above a whisper after about 15 minutes went by between us in comforable silence, him running his fingers through my hair.

"Hhm?" he simply replied back and I took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

"Umm...what happened last night?"

As soon as the sentance left my mouth, I instantly felt him tense up and his hand that was running through my hair was now laying next to him on my bed.

"What umm. What do you remember?" he asked me back after a couple second which already got my heart beating loudly in my chest from the way he reacted.

Oh my gosh! What happened last night?! What did I do? What did he do? Did we do anything? Oh my gosh...did part of my dream happen last night?!

I took in a deep breath and then leaned up off of him so I was leaning on my elbows over his body, looking down at his gorgoeus face and quickly scolded myself that if we did happen to make out last night, I couldn't remember.

"Its all kinda fuzzy really. I just remember Andy coming, then Megan showing up with something and then....crying and yelling and...." I stopped short.

Did I really want to say snuggling out loud? What if him and I didn't snuggle? Then who did I snuggle with? And a part of me didn't really want to know if there was a possibility if it wasn't him.

"And what?" he asked back from my lack of finishing.

"Nothing. That's all I remember. I thought there was more...but that's all I got." I stated and then inwardly smacked myself in my head when I saw him flinch a little by my statement.

He looked into my eyes for a few seconds, which made my heart melt with the way he was looking at me before he looked away and towards my bedroom door.

That can not be a good sign.

He let out a loud sigh before looking back at me and even though he had an angry look on his face, I could see the sorrow in his eyes. Or maybe it was disappointment. Either way, it killed me to know that something I did last night, hurt him so much.

"We were having a great time last night." he finally said. "And then you're ex showed up with a girl and you started drinking. A lot. And then before I knew it, you were trying to make out with me and I took you home after that.

Oh my stupid self! I actually tried making out with him? How dumb could I freaking be? The first time I kiss Joe, I can't even remember doing? What the hell is wrong with me?

"And you asked me to stay with you last night. So I did." he finished up while I rolled over onto my back and brought my hands up to my face.

I can't believe how crappy I feel. Oh my gosh...what if he's pissed at me because I tried making out with him? Oh my gosh. Am I going to lose him as a friend? I can't lose him! I just found him. Fix this. There's gotta be a way to fix this. Think Steph! Think!

"I am so sorry Joe. Really I am." I said into my hands, trying to wave off the feeling I was getting with me freaking out so bad about the possibility of losing him.

Wow. I must care about him more than I thought I did.

"Why can't you say it to my face then?"

His words cut through my heart. He had a point. If I really was sorry, why not actually say it to his face?

"Because I don't want to start crying again in front you. Do you know how many times I cried in front of you? I don't think I cry that much normally, but with you around it all comes out."

"Well, you can say all that you want, but I'm not going to listen until you say it to my face and not into your hands." he said to me in not necessarily in an angry tone, but more hurt.

Crap! Can he make me feel any more worse about myself? Geez!

After a few seconds, I felt my bed start to move and the distinguishable sound of the sheets getting taken off of something and then my bed stopped moving, letting me know that he was out of it and probably getting ready to leave.

"Wait!" I said into my hands and then pushed them back to go through my hair before sitting up on my bed.

"I'm sorry." I paused. "I don't know what came over me last night to make me do it. Just with Andy being there made it so difficult to have a good time with that girl all over him. And-"

"So you're saying you didn't have a good time at all last night?" he questioned me, his tone sharp and accusatory.

"No! Of course I had fun!" I sad back to him quickly while scrambling out of my covers and comforter and kneeling on my bed. "Up until he showed up. To be quite honest, it was amazing to see you getting along with my friends so well. All my past boyfriends they never got along with except for Andy, but that was because he was their friend as well." I explained quickly, just so he didn't misconstrue what I was trying to say.

I didn't want him to leave upset with me.

It grew silent between us for about 2 minutes, and that really started to worry me. So I quickly got up from my kneeling on my bed and went to him, putting a hand on his shoulder and asked him what was wrong.

"I'm...I'm your boyfriend? When, when did this happen?" was all he asked witha confused look on his face while rubbing the back of his head.

"No! What would make you think that?" I asked him, and I silently asked myself why I was appaled by that idea before taking a few steps away from him from absurd he was to think that.

He was my friend. My best friend. Best Friend. Not Boy Friend.

Wrong 'B' word buddy!

"Maybe, oh I dont know...cuz you said it, that's why!" he said in a sarcastic tone while pointing his finger at me.

"Don't point your finger at me mister!" I yelled at him while grabbing his finger and pushing it down. "And when did I say that you were my boyfriend?"

He looked back at me dumbfounded for a few seconds before yelling, "Just Now!" while throwing his hands up in the air. "Well, you didn't fully say that I was your boyfriend but...I don't know how to say it. Whatever!" he said while throwing his hands up in the air agian while saying 'Whatever.'

"Don't you whatever me either! I hate it when people do that! I want to know where you got that you were my boyfriend statement." I yelled back at him, my anger boiling up.

I really didn't know why I was so opposed to the idea. Maybe it was because he was my best friend and I never really thought of him that way before. But either way, I was pissed that he was trying to blame this on me.

"I don't want to say cuz I don't want to make you feel dumb." he said back to me in a cocky tone and then turned around to walk away.

"Oh no you don't! Get back here. We're not done yet." I said while grabbing his arm and pulling him back towards me.

"Fine, you said that your friends never got along with any of your other boyfriends besides Andy because they were his friends too." he yelled back at me with a matter-of-fact tone and being completely off guard with his answer I started yelling out "Oh" and then let it fade off into a whisper from having it all replay in my head.

"Yeah, so what am I supposed to think to that statement?" he questioned me and his voice was becoming normal again halfway through his question.

I coudn't say anything. He was right and I did make it sound like I called him my boyfriend.

"You were right. I'm sorry." I said while turning around and taking a seat on my bed. "And I didn't mean to yell at you like that either."

"Nah. It's ok." he said while batting his hand in the air. "It was kinda hot when you were yelling at me."

"What?" I asked him back while snapping my head up to look at him with confusion written all over my face.

"I said it was hot when you were yelling at me." he said back in the most casual voice ever. "Ya know what?" he asked me back a few seconds later and I knew it was a rhetorical question from his tone of voice. "You're pretty sexy when your angry." and then he leaned up against my wall with a giant smirk on his face.

"You are so sick. You know that?" I asked him back with a little bit a laugh before laying down my bed.

"Well, there's nothing you can do about it." he said, and I could tell he was smiling jsut from his voice.

I picked my head up to look at him and rolled my eyes before laying it back down on my bed, lettin gout a giant sigh.

" Joe, I truly am sorry about everything last night. I really had no intention of going and drinking. I just knew that you wanted to go and I wanted to show you some fun but I guess I didn't accomplish that." I said to him and I scolded myself for how pitiful I sounded at the moment.

"Well, I had fun up until you started drinking." he said while coming over and laying down next to me. "I guess you're going to have to do what I say for the rest of the time I'm here to make it up to me." he said casually and then turned to look at me with a mischievous look on his face.

"Uh-oh. This can't be good." I said under my breath. "Fine. Under one condition though." I said, lifting my hand up to reveal my index finger standing up to indicate a 1.

"I shouldnt be even giving you any of your own conditions..." he trailed off. "But because I am amazing, I guess. What?" he said while being melodramatic about him being amazing while I let out a small "Oh please!" with a little laugh.

"I will do anything to make it up to you as long as it doesnt inflict pain on me and go against my morals." I stated while he asked back, "And what are your morals?"

"Well, if you make me do something that would go against them, I'll let you know." I snapped back at him and then got up off of my bed, smile on my face.

"Fine!" he shot back while sitting up on my bed. "But you can't not do anything and make up morals as you go. Promise?" he said while sticking out his pinkie finger to do a pinkie promise.

I couldn't help but laugh and how childish this was getting, but extending my pinkie finger anyways and looped it around his while saying, "Pinkie Promise." with a smile on my face.