brian and amanda.. yet again

brian flipped to a different channel on amanda's huge flat screen plasma tv. amanda leaned in and kissed him, "turn off the tv." brian pulled back, "are you and miles still talking?" he asked. "no, not anymore. i think we work better as friends, but as for us...," she trailed off and leaned in again to kiss brian. this time brian returned the kiss. he soon pulled out though when he noticed amanda had no intention to. "amanda, i don't know. maybe we're better as friends too. i'm not like dommy or big red, or even miles," brian told her. "i know and that's why i like you so much," amanda said. "do you really, amanda? last week you really liked miles. how do i know you won't like him again next week?" brian asked. "brian!" amanda said. she got up and then sat down on top of him, facing him. "i'm just saying." "i won't like him next week because i'll still like you," she said rubbing her hand on his chest. brian smiled and laid her down on the couch. he pulled himself on top of her and kissed her. "okay, i believe you," he said into her ear. "good," she smiled. he pushed her shirt up. "not here, brian," she told him. he kissed her again, ignoring this. "brian, really! i can't do this here. my dad could walk in at any second," amanda said. "fine," brian said getting off of her. "i'm going to go get a coke. you want one?" "yeah, sure," amanda said. "i'm really sorry." "it's no big deal," brian said laughing. "okay."