• I'm sitting in art, trying to paint a landscape but its hard when you have your arm around me and your head on my shoulder. I try to consentrate on my project but its hard when you kiss my jaw and whisper "I love you" in my ear. I shiver and you give a small laugh and kiss my jaw again.

    "Pay attention." I mutter but I turn and kiss you on the lips, and you receive my kiss fully. I turn back to my canvas and try and paint the details into the mountian I have created. I try and I fail because the very feel of your hand in mine is enough to make me love you even more.

    "Pay attention." I mutter once again as our art teacher Mr. Applebee walks around the room, trying to teach us the finer points in this style of art. He glides past us, and eyes us and gives a small smile. I smile too, because it seems everyone in this room knew we would eventually be together.

    Can you belive Its been a week since you asked me to be your girlfriend? And you and I have been shamelessly flirting all year. You make me feel like never before, you pay attention to me, and know me like a well read map. You seem to know when I'm upset and I love it when you come to school with an extra Monster in hand because somehow you know I'll come to school tired.

    I'm taken from my thoughts as I feel your lips in my jaw again, placing small butterfly kisses here and there. I giggle as you poke my side for the hundredth time that day. I swat your hand away from my side and you poke me again.

    "Pay attention." I whisper, trying to sound mad, but I fail when you look at me in the eyes with your hazel brown eyes. I turn away so you don't see my smile, but you saw it anyway and you laugh. You paint more details into your trees as you paint your landscape, a landscape that you don't like. But I like it, the rugged scenery reminds me of you, rough around the edges, but underneath a big soft teddy bear that only I can find.

    The hour passes quickly, too quickly for my taste and I know you don't want to go either. I have to go home to my dysfunctional family and you have to go practice for the gig this friday. I want to see you preform so bad, but money is tight and doesn't allow me to do so. You understand and even promised to pay my admission fee but I can't do that to you. I've never taken money, ever and I won't start now.

    We clean up the classroom and wash the brushes and palets of paint. As we wait for the last minutes of class to end I sit on the desk with my legs on either side of your hips, cradling you close to me. We talk of you and of me and what our weekend plans are. You have your gig and I have to visit my moms this weekend. You know I hate though I won't tell you why, but you seem to understand that the pain of living between two families is enough to keep silent.

    The end of the day bell rings and you follow me to my locker. I get my coat and slam my locker shot. I turn to you and you cradle my head in your palm. You kiss me on the lips and I sigh, good-byes are the hardest with you. But I know that I will see you soon. We part ways and I think to myself,

    Love is a strange thing
    But with you I don't care
    When ever I'm around you
    I seem to float on air.

    You kiss me and love me with all your heart
    Its the reason why I hate to be apart.