**I was really bored from laying on the couch all day so I decided to write something. I might continue it.**
RING! RING! RING! The sound of a cellphone alarm brought the sixteen year old, Naomi to consciousness. Her head ached horribly as she opened her sharp blue eyes. Where am I? She wondered and grabbed her aching head. Her long, black hair fell in her face as she stood.
All of a sudden a man's tan arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her backwards. Naomi let out a squeal as she landed on a black bed. The man's warm lips quickly found hers. Naomi pushed her arms in front of her, forcing the man off of her.
"Who the hell a-" Naomi stopped dead in her sentance as she noticed who the man was and where she was. Laying in front of her was her nineteen year old, best friend, Kyle. His face bore an expression of hurt and sadness.
"Oh, Kyle, I-I'm so s-sorry," she reached for his face but her quickly pulled away, grabbing her wrists.
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have forced myself on you last night in your drunken state," he smiled slightly and sat up, kissing her wrists. He crawled over Naomi, standing up on the other side. He shook out his shaggy brown hair and walked out, pulling on a button-up shirt and a pair of pants.
After a while, Naomi got out of Kyle's bed and pulled on one of his button up shirts, not bothering to put on any pants. She floated down stairs, following the smell of bacon and eggs. Kyle greeted her with a suprise kiss on the lips and a long stare in the eyes. Naomi studied his beautiful, silky brown eyes and he studied hers.
Their loving moment was soon broken up by a familiar voice. "Kyle! I'm so hungry!" Kyle's twin brother, Luke stomped down stairs, yawning. He gasped in suprise as he noticed Naomi.
"Oh Naomi! I didn't know you were here!" He cried, a lilt in his voice. Luke kissed Naomi and the cheek and swung her around the kitchen. Kyle's face flushed a jelous red as Naomi laughed. Luke stopped swinging Naomi around and laughed. He grabbed a plate and threw some eggs and bacon on it as Kyle grabbed Naomi waist, making their own plate, and glaring at Luke the entire time.
