- Peter and I have been best friends sence the second grade. I'm Samantha, Peter's next door neighboor. Me and Pete would share anything and everything. We would tell each other our problems, and we never kept secrets hidden from one another. But our friendship never went futher than best friend. At least that's what we though, until we got to high school. We were both growing older and more mature. I was blooming into an attractive young lady, and Peter was becoming a very hansom young gentle man.

I never told Peter that he was the first guy that I had very strong feelings for. I guess it started when we became freshman. Every day I feel him watching me. It would make me feel so special.

Peter and I were walking to his house, after out first junior day of high school. Peter and I had only one class together. English. I wasn't used to being away from Peter, and I told him so. He said that he misses me also. We arrived at his house afew mintues later. We sat down on his swing chair on his front porch. It was alittle chilly that day. Fall was just around the corner. I was wearing a light wind breaker and so was Peter. He turned to me and asked "What's wrong Samie?"
"Oh nothing, just tired I guess."
He slowly put his arms around me and hugged me. He laid down all the on the swing chair. Then laid me down on top of him, with my back against his chest.

I was slightly shivering because the wind was blowing on me. Peter could feel me doing this, so he took off his jacket, and placed it on top of me . I told him to take it back, but he refused to. I could tell he was a little chilly, because he put his arms into the bottom of my jacket and wrapped his hands around my waist. I rubbed my hands up and down his arms to keep him warm.

I noticed that Peter was smelling my hair. He unwrapped one hand from my waist and touched my hair with his fingertips. Then he ran his fingers through my hair.
" What are you doing Pete? " I asked.
" Oh nothing." he answered.
He took some of my hair and tucked it behind my ear. Then he softly placed his head against the back of my neck. I laid still in Peter's arms. Then I sqeezed myself closer to him. I could feel his warm body in the back of mine. I slightly brushed the side of my cheek against his upper arm. Slowly, I turned around, so the front of my body was pressed against the front of his body. He looked down at me and smiled. Then he gently kissed my forehead. I tucked my head under his chin, and fell sound asleep in Peter's arms.

I woke up an hour later. I sat up and found myself in a bathrobe, and laying in my bed. Peter came into my room a few seconds later. I asked him " How did I get here? "
Peter replied " It started to rain so I brought you home. I took you into your room and put you in a bathrobe, because you were soaking wet. But don't worry, I didn't see anything I wasn't supposed to."
He sat down next to me, and slowly brushed a few strands of hair out of my face. Then he gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then on the other. Our faces were less thatn a half an inch away. My eyes were barely open, and Peter's eyes were fixed on my lips. Then he gave me a real kiss. I touch the tips of my fingers to his lips. He gave each finger a little kiss. Then I kissed him back. I slowly wrapped his legs around my waist. He was stroking my thighs, and then he held on to my hips. He removed his jacket and threw it on the floor. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He untied my robe, and I ! pulled my arms out of the sleeves. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled my body closer to his. There was no telling what would happen next.
Then Peter stopped kissing me. He sat up. His head was hanging lowly.
" What's the matter Peter? " I asked.
He whispered in a soft voice, " I can't hurt you like this Samie. Besides we're only sixteen........ I didn't want to lose you by doing this."
I threw myself on the bed. Then I said to him, " It's my fault, not yours. I took advantage of you."
I got up and put my robe on. Peter got up too. I walked towards Peter and stopped in front of him. I looked straight into his eyes. Then I looked down at the floor. He picked up my head and said, " Don't worry, everything will be fine."
He hugged me, and rubbed me on my back. Then I looked at Peter's shirt. It was open (nezgirl faints), so I slowly buttoned it up. Then I softly rested my body against his. I was thinking of how wonderful it would be being with Peter.

The next day, I had English with Peter. We couldn't stop looking at each other. Then came lunch. I was sitting with my friend Vivian, then Peter came and sat next to me. Peter had Vivian had classes together, so they knew a little about each other.

After lunch, Peter and Vivian had choir together. They are both very talented singers. Especially Peter. I was pretty good myself, but singing is not for me. I regular old trumpet player.

When I got home after school, the phone rang. I aswered it and it was Vivian. She said to me " I know who likes you!"
" Who?" I asked in a surprised voice.
" Peter Tork!" she yelled.
"How do you know?" I asked.
She yelled back at me " He sang a song about you in choir. Isn't that groovy?"
She was babbling on and on about something, but I was too happy to say anything. Quickly, I hung up the phone and ran outside. I ran to Peter's house and rang the dorbell. Peter answered the door, and before he could even take a look at me, I threw my arms around his neck. Softly I whispered, " I love you Peter."
Peter pulled me away. " Do you like me?" I asked in an unsure voice.
He looked at me and said " I don't like you." I ran as fast as I could down the porch steps, then I stepped onto the driveway. Before I could reach the sidewalk, Peter grabbed my arm and tuned me around. He looked me in the eye. I was too embarassed to say anything. Surprisingly, he pulled me ! closer to his body. He held me rather close and tightly. I had a scared expression on my face. His arms were wrapped so tightly around my waist, I was gasping for air. His eyes were scanning down my upper body. I was about to say something, but then Peter pressed his lips against mine. Even though this kiss was unusually hard, it made me melt all over. I pulled my head away from him. In an upsetting voice, he asked " What's wrong?" " I thout you don't like me!" I said. Peter smiled and said, " I don't like you, I love you!" I put my head against Peter's chest and giggled. He picked up my head and ran his cheek against my forehead. Then we kissed.