Over the last few days things between me and Finn are a little confusing. For me at least.

Whenever I see him I get butterflies and smile. I think about him a lot and when I do I smile. But he has been brothing the living shit out of me.

He always wants it his way, if not them he makes me say yes to it. He's too damn cute to say no, so I go along with.

Damn him.

At dinner I took a chance and asked my mom about love again.

"Mom? How do you know that you love someone you cant stand?"

"Well honey, I don't know. You aunt describes it as not knowing weather to make love with him or smack him. She does whatever gives her pleasure,"

"Smacking him will give me great pleasure," I mumbled.

"I agree," my father said.

My mom gave him a look them turned back to me. "Honey, whatever is going on between you and Finn you can tell me,"

"Yeah, I know," I said leaving the table.

******

The girls dragged me to go dress shopping.

Apparently my dresses aren't sexy enough.

How sexy do you need to look for a school dance?

After hours of looking we all found one.

This whole dance thing is getting out of hand.

It's all anyone talks about.

I mean there are people dying all over the world all you can talk about is a damn dance? What about the hikers? The oil spill? I'm I the only one who cares?

I was finally Friday after school and I could escape from any talk of the dance.

I was in my room in my underwear with my painting smock on.

I was finishing up my forest painting.

"Hello beautiful," Finn says walking into my room. "Let's go suite shopping for the dance,"

"Not now Finn," I sighed.

"Why not? Come on,"

"No,"

"What's up with you?"

"Right now, you. You come in my room and start ordering me around? This is Alex time, where Alex can be herself. Lately, I've been doing everything you want me to do,"

"You agree to it,"

"Because you don't stop begging me! Your like a two year old who wants everything your way. Frankly, it pisses me off,"

"Is this about the dance?"

"Yes and every damn thing in between,"

"So, I'm a bad boyfriend?"

"I wasn't going to go that far but why the hell not, yes Finn, you're a bad boyfriend,"

"Is that so,"

"Yes, instead of us as a couple deciding what we do you seduce me into it or don't shut up until I agree,"

"Then we don't have to go to the dance, we can do what you want,"

"No, don't make me the bad guy,"

"I'm not, I'm doing what you want,"

"Now!"

"What the hell do you want from me?"

"I want you out of my house,"

"Alex,"

"No, out" I said pushing him toward the door.

Finn wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.

"Let go of me!" I shouted hitting his chest and swinging my legs.

Finn never let me go. I gave up slowly and hugged him.

"I'm sorry, baby," he whispered to me over and over again.

He kissed me and I kissed back.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and played with his hair.

We walked over to my bed and fell on it.

Finn pushed the smock off of me.

I lifted his shirt over his head and brought my lips back to his. He unhooked my bra and pulled down my underwear. While he did this I undid his pants and slid off his boxers.

He rolled us over and slowly entered me.

I gasped a little and kissed him harder.

Finn started slowly then picked up the pace.

I told him to keep going and he did just that.

We finally exhausted ourselves. Finn laid next to me, holding me in his arms.

"I'm sorry," he whispered kissing my head.

"It's okay, I overacted. I'll go to the dance with you,"

"No, you don't have too,"

"Finn, I said I will, for you,"

"Thanks,"

I smiled and rested my head on his chest.

Finn lifted up my head and kissed me.

I looked into Finn's green eyes. "I love you asshole,"

Finn smiled slightly and kissed me again.

He pulled away and looked into my eyes.

It's short! I know, I'm sorry.

But when I was writing it I thought this would be the perfect cliff hanger.

What will Finn say?

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