Okay, thanks to Pieface98 for actually giving me the idea of this story, while I was reading hers' 'What We Won't Admit.' She is an amazing writer!

Anyway, this is called 'Secrets and Lies'. Here's the full summary:

My name is Nina Martin. My best friend is Fabian Rutter, and his family lives right next door to mine. One day, he came over to my house with a bruise on his leg. He was limping. He told me he tripped down the stairs, and, lets just say, that even though I can't lie, I know when people lie. But I let it slide. Then everytime he came over, he had a new bruise. I get it, we all have secrets... I'm in love with my best friend, I admit it. And he loved me too, I just didn't know until almost too late.


Disclaimer: I only own my plotline.

~Nina's' POV~

Fabian and I were making out on my bed, a week after he came from the hospital. He pulled away just a little bit; making me pull away confused.

"You retreated."

"W-wh-what? No. No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I-I-I I am." He leaned in again, kissing me again. I can tell when anyone is lying. I pulled away.

"Now, you retreated." he said with a smile.

"Please tell me what's wrong. You know I know when you're lying." He sighed.

"My dad was spotted. An hour away from here."

"Oh, Fabian." I said, pulling him into a hug. I felt some tears go into my shoulder. He pulled away, drying his tears, and then pulled my lips to him. He took control of the kiss, his hands running over my stomach, my shirt going up a little bit. He pulled my shirt off, unbuttoning his shirt after a while. He very gently pushed me down onto my bed getting on top of me.

"Oh, Nina." His hands ran down to my shorts, unbuttoning it, sliding them down my thighs. He went behind my back and unclipped my bra, letting it fall off. He pushed his chest against mine, kicking his jeans off while he was doing that. He pulled the blanket over the both of us, pulling his boxers off, and teasing me with my panties, finally getting them off.


We were breathing heavily, under the blanket, and it suddenly got very warm in here.

"Thanks for making me feel better, Neens." Fabian said.

"No problem." I said. We heard the front door slam, and we jumped up, got our clothes on and acted like we were studying. When he went home an hour later, I read his sexy text messages he sent me all night long. Did I send some back? Of course. I'm so worried about him, I'll be whatever he wants me to be. Forever.

I'll update more soon. I just felt like this needed to be in this story, I'm also stuck, if you want me to update soon, please give me an idea!