We walked, hand in hand down the long hallway.

Its familiar yellow walls had never been so strange to me; I had walked down them many times before.

But it wasn't the walk that made my heart skip a beat in fear. It was what lay waiting at the end.

Step by simultaneous step, and we were there. The dreaded spot where my confidence melted like an ice cube in the sun.

The place where my strong, sturdy pillars of love waiver.

This place was the Shay's front door.

I took a deep, shaky breath.

Looking up into Freddie's eyes, I gave him a nervous look. He gazed down at me, the nervousness absent from his eyes.

We had decided to tell her.

We had decided to take our promise with us.

But now, to me it seemed like the end and beginning of a new life.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked me, squeezing my hand tightly. I nodded.

"We need to get this out of the way. If we ever want to make this real, we'll need to start with telling our best friend."

Although my words were sure, my knees shook slightly.

I was usually so good with these kinds of things. But this? This wasn't some sort of small obstacle to overcome. This was a large roadblock that barricaded our new life from us.

Before I could say something more, he had captured his lips in my own, and was kissing me passionately, much like that night.

When we parted, I felt rejuvenated. Like a dyeing plant that had just been watered.

I turned towards the door, and with yet another deep breath, I pounded loudly on the door.

I had hoped for a few more seconds to mentally prepare myself, but almost as soon as I had rapped on the wood a third time, the door swung open and an overjoyed Carly stood there.

"Oh my god! Freddie, Sam, what happened?!" she squealed, and I winced.

"Jeez, Carls, could you tone it down a few million decibels?" I smirked at my best friend.

The smirk died on my lips when she noticed for the first time that our fingers were interlocked.

"Um… why are you guys holding hands?"

We stayed silent, but a small glance at each other out of the corner of our eyes and a slow smile that spread across our lips told her all she needed to know.

"Oh. My. God. Are you serious?!" she yelled, unbelievable joy sweeping through her voice.

I nodded slightly.

A glass shattering squeal was emitted from her mouth, and Freddie and I both covered our ears.

When she finally stopped, or started, as she began to bombard us with questions.

"Oh my god, I KNEW you guys were cute together! Tell me what you guys did! Tell me! No need for deets, just a rough summary! Please? Please, please, please?"

She pushed us onto the couch, then she herself took a seat on the recliner across from it.

"Okay, okay. Let's just say it was… rated M for mature." I said slyly, looking at Freddie with a very suggestive look.

"Oh. It was that kind of vacation." She smiled widely and knowingly.

My god, and that was embarrassing enough without the deets.

"Well, we have SO much to talk about! Like what else happened on you trip, dating, all that stuff…" I didn't hear the rest of her sentence, because once again I fell head over heels into Freddie's warm brown eyes.

I was in love with a dork, a nerd, a first kiss, and a first.

But more importantly, I was in love with my dork, my nerd, my first kiss, my first.

Love didn't quite describe the feelings I felt when I kissed him, when I looked at him.

Like the feeling of his fingers through my hair after I through up.

Like the most amazing taco that never passed my lips.

Like the millions of colors that lay under water.

Like the pure ecstasy of sex on the floor of a stolen limo.

And yet, it fit all of those things so perfectly.

I was mad to live, I thought.

And I was glad I lived with him.

The End

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