Snippet #2458818

"Nah, I don't think we ever will,"

She wasn't sure how she felt about this acceptance of their differences on the issue. On one hand, she wanted to make him understand and leave the gang life, even though she knew she couldn't force him to. On the other, she wanted to understand where he was coming from so she could better understand him. It was a lot for her seventeen year old mind to deal with, on top of everything else she was already dealing with. For a teenage girl she had a lot of adult problems and Beck had a lot for a boy his age as well. They were a complicated pair and maybe that's why they got along so well.

"I...I just did not know what answer to expect...I am most CERTAINLY not complaining,"

Again, she noticed him fumbling with his words and found it just as adorable. She wondered, briefly, if he was this nervous around other girls. She had always pictured Beck as someone who was entirely confident with girls and had, until now, showed her that he was. At school he was flirty and charming and girls just drank it up. "You're kind of...cute when you're nervous," Elisa told him, laughing. "Is this how you always are when girls throw themselves at you? Stuttering and adorable?" She was teasing him, of course, even if on the inside she was a bit of a nervous wreck.

The sudden silence after her admittance worried her and made her question whether or not her confession had been a terrible, terrible mistake. Maybe he didn't want her after all and he was searching for the words to tell her that he didn't feel the same. She came up with a thousand scenarios in her head of what could happen next and she still didn't expect his reaction. First she saw his tears and she opened her mouth to say something, ask why he was crying, apologize for possibly offending him, but she couldn't make a sound because he started kissing her. For a moment she sat there wide eyed and surprised, then she relaxed, closed her eyes, and began kissing him back with her hands placed delicately on his chest.

"Say it one more time..."

"I love you, Beck." She told him again, smiling. Now that she had said it once, she would tell him as many times as he asked her to. Especially if the end result was much like the first time she told him. She didn't mind kissing Beck like that and would gladly do it again.