This is my first story. please r+r. It's OOC, so if you don't like that, don't read this story.

I can't believe I'm saying this but …

The doorbell rings.

Not again I think Who is it this time?

I go to the door and open it.

"Hi" says the person at the door.

I stare in shock. Stanford Wong, my secret crush, is at my door. I know exactly why he's here, and it's not for the reason I want it to be.

"Yes Stanford? What is it?" I say, knowing full well why he's here and pretending not to.

"Millie, Emily broke up with me. Can I come in?"

I swallow with nervousness at the thought of him being in my house.

"Sure."

"Thanks."

"No problem."

He walks in, unsure where to go.

"Come with me," I say.

"Okay."

I lead him to my room. I walk in. He stops at the door with wide eyes, afraid of being alone with me in my room. I'm disappointed, but I don't show it.

"Come in scaredy-cat," I say.

"Okay."

He comes in. I sit on the bed, patting the spot next to me. He comes and sits there.

"The truth is, I'm kinda the one that broke up with her," he says.

I know this already. Emily came to my house a little while ago, crying because Stanford broke up with her. I don't tell him this, though.

"Why?" I ask.

He looks uncomfortable. I'm curious to know why.

"Well, I'm kinda in love with somebody else."

I'm disappointed. Of course I think and it's not me.

"Who?" I ask.

"You."

I'm shocked. He actually loves me! I think.

I can't believe I'm saying this but … can I kiss you?" He asks.

I blush, thinking of all the times I've wanted him to say that.

"Um, sure."

He leans towards me. His lips touch mine. He puts his hands on my back and pulls me closer. He deepens the kiss. I put my hands in his hair, meshing my body with his. He runs his hands up and down my back. I love it. Then he pulls me down, so I'm laying on top of him, still kissing him. He tastes like chocolate, smells like spice. We come up for air.

"Sorry," He says. "Couldn't help myself."

"It's okay." I say.

We stare at each other. I sit up. He does to.

"Would you like something to eat?" I say.

"Sure."

"Okay."

"By the way, thanks."

"For what?"

"For kissing me back. And not getting mad at me when I kissed you."

"Your welcome. I did say you could kiss me. Do you want to come over tomorrow?"

"And do what?"

"I don't know. Things. Homework. Eat. Kiss."

He laughs.

"Sure."