Summary: This is a series of Drabbles around a relationship between two teenagers, Ashley and Nathan, and the different things they go through.

We Didn't Start The Fire

After that first day of walking together, Ashley felt obsessed. She'd only smacked him lightly on the chest, but the brush of his firm body left her wanting to know more. More about him, more about his muscles, and more about the fantasy she continued to formulate in her mind.

She wanted to touch him, and she made any excuse. She really wanted his shirt off, though she'd never admit it. She wanted to just look at him and drink in the sight of him, to burn it in her mind for the rest of time.

Because a relationship was impossible. They had different friends. They had different interests. She was in choir and drama. He was on drum line and weightlifting. They were very different, and they only had one class together. They'd never see each other. Making each other laugh wasn't enough to build a relationship on. Her obsession with his body and his gorgeous eyes and hair was only in her mind. A relationship just wasn't a possibility.

Or at least, that's what she'd been telling herself until now, when she found herself pressed firmly into the ground of his floor, his strong sleek arms pinning her down.

So this was what he considered studying, was it? Some science fiction paper they were writing. Though, she had almost asked to be tackled when she hit him over the head with her notebook. But he had asked for that with his comment about her penmanship. Of course, it wasn't completely impossible that he had been trying to provoke her so he could tackle her. It was just unlikely.

But with the way he was looking at her, it didn't seem like it. He didn't seem as though he was planning on moving though, so she dropped her gaze and let it travel over his body which was conveniently right on top of her.

His shirt was not as tight as usual (she noticed with frustration), but she could see the outline of his shoulders and his toned stomach was easily perceptible with the way his shirt hung off him. Suddenly stricken with the urge to reach out and touch him, she did just that. She reached out and ran her hand down his chest, stroking it gently and then feeling his flexed muscles as he tightened, fully expecting her desire to touch him to be satisfied.

But it wasn't.

It was worse. She dropped her hand. She could hardly go on touching him without his permission. And it wasn't like she could ask. It was probably best to get out of this situation as quickly as possible.

But he wasn't moving. As a matter of fact, she distinctly saw the traces of a smile creeping onto his face. She tried her hardest to keep on off of her own.

"Pinned you." He said quietly, just above a whisper. She liked his voice, she decided suddenly. It really was smooth and easy to listen to.

"Sure." She murmured back, allowing her face to grin as much as his. "That's what I want you to think."

"Prove me wrong." He challenged. Halfheartedly, Ashley raised a hand to his chest and attempted to push him off. He didn't move at all, accept for the puff of amusement that came out of his lips.

"Oh well." She attempted to shrug, but it didn't work because she was on the floor.

Nathan slumped out of the stiff pushup he was doing and rested on his elbows instead, pushing them closer together. Ashley's breath caught. He was only a few inches away. Her urge to touch was suddenly stronger.

And then his face was descending, and she was ready and not ready and her stomach did a flip. And he stopped a few millimeters away.

"Do you mind?" He whispered. She shook her head, and suddenly she knew what his lips felt like.

All her fantasies could never compare to the actual thing, and they faded away easily. Then she was lost in running her fingers under his shirt, and her tongue in his mouth and his arms gripping hers ever so lightly.

It was bliss.

He pulled away and looked at her, a tiny smile on his face. She smiled back. He raised himself back up into push up position, and she trailed two fingers down his chest, tapping it gently.

"I like your chest." She murmured, voicing the thought she'd had for weeks out loud. He laughed and rolled off her. They look at the stars on his ceiling for a moment before either said anything.

"That was fun." He said, laughing amusedly. Ashley let out a breath of agreement.

And then Nathan reached out and took her hand.