Eli, a tall blonde blued eyed boy with a small southern accent. Me, Summer, a golden blonde hazel eyed, girl...and yea...girl. Eli was 17 going to be 18 in October and I was 15 going to be 16 next month, July. We have been pretty much best friends since he moved in next to me when I was 7 (and for a 7 year old he was hot as hell, and he hasn’t changed). We did everything together and still do. I have tennis practice on Tuesday and Thursday night which he picks me up from since I don’t have my license, but I do have my permit. Like I said earlier, he’s hella hot and I have the biggest crush on him, but I don’t think he likes me back even with all the flirting he does, but that’s just his personality.

After practice ends at 9 , where believe it or not we didn’t even do anything we just watched professionals play, I’m walking to grab my bag when I hear Eli

*honk honk* “Peaches, I’m here!”

He’s called me that ever since I was 12 and we went peach picking and later we made a peach smoothie, but I forgot to put the lid on and peaches got all over me and I smelled like peaches for the next two days.

I jog over to the car and say “Stop calling me that people are going to think we’re like dating or something...”

“So what, let them think it.😂” He says this with a laugh and his gorgeous smile

I blush and say “Eli quit it!😂”

We drive and have some conversation and out of nowhere he asks “So why have you still not gotten kissed yet?”

“Geez, Eli I don’t know.”

“Hmm” He just nods his head.

After a few minutes of silence, he starts to take a turn into an empty parking lot.

“Wait where are we going??”

He is silent with a little smirk on his face.

“Eli?” Still he doesn’t say anything.

“Peaches, baby (he calls me baby sometimes when he’s being serious, but like in the way that your mom would call you baby. But this time it was different) you’re 15 and still haven’t been kissed so I figure maybe it should be with someone you know you love and can trust.”

“Eli...” I keep my eyes looking out of the window trying to avoid eye contact

“C’mon Summer, I’ve kissed PLENTY of girls I know what I’m doing. All I know is sometimes you can’t trust them, but Peaches, I trust you.” He touches my arm trying to get me to say something.

I turn towards him and lean toward him

“Well maybe if you didn’t kiss so many girls you could actually have the time to find one that you do tr-“

He whispers, placing his hand on my cheek, “Peaches be quiet.” He kisses me.

I put my hand in his hair and kiss him back, I’ve wanted this since I was like 10.

PART TWO???