part3

Part 3
(That's not all I am.)

    "I should take you home, it's getting late. You've got school tomorrow," he said while starting up his car.
     "Well, can we stay a few more minutes? I like talking to you."
     "I like talking to you, too. I think your mom is worried about you, though."
     " No. I'm in my room right now and can't come out." We both start laughing. I met a guy alone and at night in a park. The guy being Jonathan Taylor Thomas. So my mom may kill me when I get home, but I'm not home yet. How can it be I'm a loser, but get to meet and hang out with Jonathan Taylor Thomas?
     "so, you're a bad girl?" he asked sounding surprised.
     "No. My mom is just overprotective."
     "Well, you did sneak out," he replied.
     "Because I wanted to see you. Does that make me a bad girl?"
     "Well, I don't know any bad girls. I don't think you're a bad girl."
     "Good, 'cause I'm not."
     "Didn't think so," he said with a smile.
     "So, I know you're not a bad boy," I said without thinking he would answer.
     "No. I'm more the shy at home guy. If I were bad, it would be in every paper in America."
     "I'm more shy. I'm scared of my own voice."
     "You're talking to me," he said sound suprised.
     "Guess I trust you. It's werid the first person I trust is you, uh, a movie star."
     "That's not all I am."
     "Well, I do trust you."
     "How much trust?" he asked looking into my eyes.
     "All the way trust." I was thinking, "kiss me again."
     "Do you trust me, to kiss you here?" he asked pointing to my neck.
     "Yea." As much as you want. He has nice warm lips. His lips are perfect to fit the rest of him. Perfect. Perfect. He is perfect.
     "Now, what about here?" he asked rubbing my lips with his finger.
     "Yea." Go for it. The lips he has are even softer when they are on my lips.
     "That was nice." What do you say after a kiss like that?
     "Yea, it was." He smiled at me and pulled me closer to him.
     "I've got to get you home." What a way to kill this!
     "Yea. I hate knowing it,but this night is going to end." Ask to meet me again!
     "So you live, where?" Damn.
     "Can you walk me? It's down that way."
     "Ok, sure." He is getting out and holding the door for me.
     "If the police are there, you know I'm running, right?"
     "Ok, but I'm running, too." We both laughed.
     "That's my house." Please say something.
     "Well, I had a funny. I guess it's over."
     "Yea, I would say see ya later but..."
     "Yea, well, uh, maybe if you're ever 18 and in the Los Angeles area you can find me."
     "Yea, Ok. You'll be 24 and married."
     "Bye." The word "bye" made me start to cry.
     "Yea, b-bye."
     He gives me a hug and kisses me on the cheek. "What school do you go to?" Uhh, why?
     "Jefferson K-12. Why?" I'm still crying.
     "Well, maybe you can cut a day. Hang out with me."
     "Really. You want to see me again?" I try to stop crying.
     "Yea, again and again. So, I'm not used to this. How are we goint to get you out of school?" I tried finding a way to do this.
     "Uh, I walk to school. I can meet you at the park around 8:30 and my school won't call. They only call the first day and tha was today." Ok, now he thinks I do this a lot, and well, I do cut a lot. Just not with people.
     "See ya later," he says as he walks away.