"What are you talking about, Nick?" she questioned, rubbing her left eye with the back of her hand, "You're not in love with me."
"I'm not?" I asked.
She shook her head.
Then what were the feelings? How come all the memories? Why did we seem so perfect?
I didn't understand any of it.
"The beach and football in the snow?" I questioned.
She tilted her head to the left, "That was only as friends."
Friends?
"Nick, you've done things in your past. Things to me. We can never be toge—" she started.
"What things?" I asked, leaning closer to her.
She squirmed away and sat up, resting her back against the wall, "You don't even want to know."
"Yes I do. Please tell me?" I responded.
She shook her head and dug her face in her hands.
"Gomez?" I whispered, placing my hands around her wrist.
Her head shot up revealing eyes full of agony, drown in tears.
It pained me to see her cry. My heart knotted itself within my chest, my lungs collapsed along with it.
She pulled her arms away quickly, leaving my hands bare.
"I don't want to talk about this. Just go to sleep, Nick," she begged.
I backed away, lifting myself from her bed, "Okay."
She watched as I sat back down on the chair, kicking my feet up on her desk.
She reluctantly laid back down on her bed, pulling her covers tightly over her petite body. What was the mystery behind this girl?
I could feel the heat of her stare, even through the darkness of her room. She didn't sleep the entire night, tossing and turning, watching my every move. We were both still awake when the sun began to rise. When I shot my gaze at her she closed her eyes quickly. I smiled to myself, suppressing a chuckle with my lips. That girl. I shook my head, taking the curl that was hanging in front of my right eye and twisting it around my finger, letting it go so it can spring back into place.
"Don't do that," she breathed.
I looked back at her, "Do what?"
"That thing with your hair. You stopped that months ago," she continued.
"Does it bother you?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"Okay then," I said, wrapping the curl around my finger again.
She sighed and placed her spare pillow over her face.
"Are you okay?" I chuckled.
She didn't respond, so I stood up and walked to her bed. She sensed my presence because she quickly tossed the pillow to the side and frown up at me. I smiled down at her and sat on her bed.
"What?" she groaned.
"You're cute when you get mad," I smiled.
She frowned again and shook her head roughly.
"What?" I laughed.
"Nothing," she responded.
I grinned and began to tickle her through her blanket. She laughed, kicking and squirming, causing the covers to slip off her. I continued to tickle her, as she yelled for mercy. Then I saw it.
"What happened there?" I asked, tracing the scar on her lower abdomen with my fingertips.
She grabbed her shirt, pulling it over her exposed navel quickly.
this is so good I'm like dying to know what she is
going to say!
I'm happy you post this because there is nothing to watch on T.V haha
anyway you tagged me lol
wendYRoxx25 2 years ago
thanks!
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Xox0NelenaLove0xoX 2 years ago