Her fingers were tangled in his hair, his hands tracing light circles on the small of her back. His kiss was gentle and she enjoyed the feeling his fingers pressed against her skin.

You might be wondering where they were, well they had been in Max's room, alone. Kissing. Max had persuaded her into it, telling her that his parents open door rule was just another rule. She had tried to tell him that it would be best to just keep the door open, but he kept insisting, so she had just complied. Just another rule her ass.

Now she sighs about that because it was so embarrassing to have Max's mother walk right in, soon following in after her was Max's dad and soon the entire family was just standing there, shocked.

Allison was beyond mortified, of course they weren't doing anything except for kissing, but Max's shirt was off and he was on top of her. Lucky for her, all her clothes were perfectly intact on her body, but unluckily for Max, the situation they had been in wasn't exactly the right time to be shirtless or be on top of her and most definitely not the time for them to be under his blankets.

It had led to a series of jumbled questions and Allison and Max's strangled answers. She was quick to explain that before they were previously watching a movie and she had gotten cold, having only her short sleeve shirt to cover her body. She had rushed out as quickly as she could afterwards, but quick wasn't enough because she had still felt their stares piercing against her back as she ran out of the house with a meek goodbye.

So now all she could do was groan about the embarrassment that would haunt her for a long while and wait for Sunday to be over.

She walked into school the next day, dressed in a simple green shirt and a pair of blue jeans. The first thing Max said to her was that she looked great. His comment made her blush.

Classes were slow and by the time lunch rolled around, even though she hadn't lost much of her peppy spirit, she was bored. She sat with max and his band and listened as they rambled on about their next potential gig.

She felt a hand slip down next to hers and she grabbed it gently, interlacing their fingers. He squeezed her hand softly and gave her a small smile before continuing to talk to the band. His little things made everything better.

He walked her home later and they talked about Allison's goal to save the world. He listened and nodded his head, knowing that their goals were complete opposites. She was a superhero without powers and although they were different, that's what he loved about her.

He could talk to her so openly, there was never a gap in their conversation, and everything always flowed so smoothly. Tensions were never high and their relationship was always easy. There was some kissing here and there and hand holding when in school and out on dates. There was always a compliment given and a smile to follow it.

Allison enjoyed it, she was enjoying her life. She enjoyed the pleasantries of being in such a gentle and innocent relationship.

Max enjoyed it too, besides the secret always clawing at his throat, trying to make its escape and to Allison's ears, it was wonderful. She knew almost everything there was to know about him and he enjoyed the somewhat verbal freedom.

He enjoyed her and she always admitted that she enjoyed him too.

They were so young, so blissfully and innocently in love. After that very specific incident, the door always remained open, never closed. They were peacefully in love. They loved each other to a point that it was just so obvious, to the watchful eye at least. The two weren't big on PDA, but his family noticed his overall better mood, the quick brushes of their hands under the table when she came over for dinner, the looks of pure love they gave each other, and the sweet smiles and warm hugs they gave when it was time for her to go.

He felt it. He felt her. He felt her presence slip into his room at night and cuddle into him when she couldn't sleep at night and had no other choice. He chased her nightmares away.

He was in her dreams, each and every one. He was there, loving her and when she woke up, his soft touches made her know that her dreams were a reality.

Their one year anniversary came up so fast; it had hardly felt like the time had even gone by. That night was the first, of many nights, that they were intimate and most definitely would not be the last time.

It was always when his parents were out, or hers. It would be after a long romantic date and they would sneak down to his room, shutting the door so softly that it couldn't be heard. It was always slow and romantic, each time done with gentle care and each time filled with blissful love.

After a while though, they got reckless, careless. They craved each other's touch like it was the support they needed to live. In a restaurant bathroom, hand jobs in the movie theater, and several other places when the chances of them getting caught was intensely high. Reckless and careless, she knew it better than anyone else now.

Sloppy and reckless got them into a bit of a mess. It was a game of being caught and it was a game that on many occasions, Allison thought they would lose. They didn't though and it kept them on their toes.

Maybe it was the time that they were in such a rush that they forgot the condom, maybe it was the time that Max insisted that it broke, the condom having been too small. She should have done something about it, but she didn't. And now she was stuck with a positive pregnancy test in her hand. Scared for what would happen next.

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-UnaverageWriterFreak