Fan Fic
Believe Me
Part 8
© Emma N
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Emma walked into the bathroom and turned on the taps of the bath, she needed a good soak to clear her mind and make her feel better. As the mirrors on the wall steamed up she stepped into the water and sighed, blowing bubbles from the bubble bath.
Back downstairs Matt was busy thinking, he really liked Tara but she was already with Charlie. What was he going to do? As he sat and thought hard he suddenly jumped up as Tara walked back into the kitchen wearing her PJ hot pants, a red vest top and her soft hair combed neatly into place, which hung neatly down past her waist. Matt gulped nervously as she smiled at him, walking closely past him and over to the sink where she began to wash the dishes from earlier on in the day. After feeling more relaxed and happier Emma dried off in the bathroom and made her way back to James� room. As she walked along the corridor the door of another room was slightly open, Charlie�s room. Emma was tempted to go in, she knew it was wrong, but just couldn�t resist, anyway it wasn�t like she was going to do anything bad. She bit her lip out of nervousness and walked in. It was a medium-sized room full of musical things such as CD�s, Music books, Drum sticks, Drums, a wooden guitar and keyboard propped up against the wall. Emma laughed slightly at state of the room, a typical teenage boy�s room. The bed wasn�t made with the duvet scrunched up in the middle; magazines were spread out all over the carpet and a Simpson�s alarm clock sat on the bedside table. Emma walked over to the bed and placed herself on the mattress looking through his CD�s to see what kind of music he was into. As Tara began to scrub the breakfast plates she could feel Matt�s eyes burning into her back, she turned around to see him looking at her. He quickly took his eyes off her and went back to reading a magazine, Tara laughed to her self and carried on doing the washing. After a minute Matt was already bored with reading the articles so decided to pick up his plate and put it in the sink. As he walked over to the kitchen side he leant over Tara to place the dish in the water, Tara turned around so she was facing him, her back leaning against the desktop. Matt was inches away from her and could feel her breath on his face; he smiled slightly at her not knowing what to do next. Tara gazed into his brown eyes, breathing heavily; she watched the way in which Matt bit his lip to steady himself, as he did so Tara leaned forwards slightly so that their lips touched for a split second; she then pulled away leaving Matt to gawp at her. Matt couldn�t take it anymore he needed her badly, who cared if she was single or not? He suddenly cupped both his hands around her chin and massaged her full, red lips pressing harder and harder making Tara groan with pleasure. His heart pumped fiercely as he thought about the giant risk he was taking, he could lose a great friendship over this. As Tara wondered her hands under Matt�s shirt he sharply pulled away �No..No�This is wrong!� he said through sharp gasps �we can�t do this� he backed away from Tara, and turned for the door �Urm�.err..yer�I should have known better� she stuttered, going back to her washing. Matt stopped walking and turned back round to face her, Tara unaware he was still watching her. He stood and thought for a second, then suddenly spoke �F*ck it!� he said, making Tara sharply spin around �Huh?� she surprisingly replied �Stuff Charlie� continued Matt, rushing up to Tara and pulling her towards him. Tara giggled slightly and passionately nuzzled his neck. She then jumped up and wrapped her legs around his body while Matt held onto her tightly. He walked over to the kitchen side, Tara still clinging to him and pushed her onto the desktop making the cutlery and saucepans clatter to the floor. Upstairs Emma was deep in thought still sat on Charlie�s bed when suddenly her ears pricked up when she heard the loud smash coming from the kitchen. |