"Do it." I whispered. He looked at me up and down, then stared me dead in the eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked. I nodded. He reached around me and his hands came to rest at the small of my back. He pulled me close to him, so close that we were almost touching. He leant forward, and placed a kiss on my lips. I felt it instantly. It was like being hit by a steamroller, but in a good way. I felt like I was going to implode from happiness. He pushed against my lips softly, then I realised we were just standing there awkwardly, him waiting for some response from me.

I kissed him back a little too hastily, and he got the wrong message. He kissed me back harder, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling me closer and closer to him.

I had to be conscious though. I was only wearing a towel, after all. Danny hadn't given me enough time to change, and I wasn't impolite enough to ask to be excused. And besides, it didn't seem like he cared too much.

I took my hands from his neck and wrapped them around his waist, finding the bottom of his shirt and pulling it up to his armpits. He broke the kiss, sensing what I was doing, and pulled his arms up so I could pull it over his head and throw it away from us.

He pulled me back to him quickly, and we continued. I'd always been afraid that I would be frigid in a make out, but when I was with Danny, and our lips pressing together – not to mention a few other body parts- it seemed almost natural. I was very glad I still had the towel on though.

I heard a click – from what I assume to be his belt – and his pants fell to his ankles. He blushed furiously, and went to pick them up, muttering about how he hated wearing pants too big for him. But I didn't give him the chance.

I pulled him back to me, and we stood there, kissing. Me only wearing a towel, him sanding there topless and with his jeans around his ankles.

We had to be the most stupid couple ever.


What was that? I think as I turn around, then grab the top and bottom of my towel, as Tucker stands there laughing his head off, holding a forming picture in his hand.

The photo?

None other than me, wearing only a towel kissing Danny, wearing no shirt and with his pants around his ankles. We looked like we were bout five.

"Eeep!" I heard Danny say as he pulled up his jeans.

"Tucker!" I yelled. "What are you doing here?"

He just continued laughing.

"Now, this makes a year book look funny." He said and laughed again.