Hold Me Up Just a Little Bit Longer (3)
Chapter 3- Alex
I sat up immediately when I heard the gunshot, worried that it hit the beautiful boy, knowing that I would never forgive myself if my attempts to save him only ended up doing the opposite. My eyes scanned the area around us until I saw the bullet land a few feet away and I let out a loud sigh. A low grumble escaped the boy I was on top of and I crawled off, taking a seat in front of him as he straightened himself out. We stared at each other for what felt like hours. I met his amazing dark brown eyes with my own. It has been said that eyes are the windows to your soul and in his eyes I could see everything. I saw hurt and fear and anger. His eyes were practically stirring with emotion, and yet the rest of his face was blank, his lips pulled into a thin line.
“Why’d you do that?” He finally asked after a long while of silence, his broken voice filling the atmosphere. His voice mesmerized me as I could feel myself getting lost in it.
“I, um, I couldn’t let you do it.”
“I wanted to do it.” He said it as if it were a fact; something so painstakingly obvious.
“I c-couldn’t watch that happen.”
“You could’ve looked away. You ruined it.” He whispered, eyes filling with tears.
“I saved you.” I argued.
“No. I was trying to save myself and you ruined it.” He sobbed a tear falling from his eye.
I reached over and wiped it with the pad of my thumb. He flinched at the contact but leaned into my touch as I caressed his cheek with my hand.
Jack
He stroked my cheek with his thumb and I felt my body relax, shoulders slumping against the trunk of the tree. I should’ve been scare at the contact, considering the last time anybody other than my parents touched me. But his skin against mine felt right in a way that couldn’t possibly be described in words. I felt a calming sensation wash over me while around him, any adrenaline that pumped through my blood long gone after the failed attempt. I should have hate him for ruining my chances, but I couldn‘t bring myself to do it. I knew that if I had been in his position, I would’ve done the same thing.
“Why?” I heard him ask and I opened my eyes. He sat in front of me, his hand still cupping my face. I couldn’t help but think of how beautiful he was. His light brown hair fell in his eyes. Those eyes. I could stare at them forever, losing myself in those brown irises. Maybe he could be the one to save me.
I shook my head, too afraid to speak for fear of it all tumbling out.
He smiled lightly as if to show that he understood. He brushed his fingers over my hair, pushing my fringe back. I saw him lean closer until his face was out of focus and an inch away from mine. I gulped quietly as our noses brushed together and I felt his warm breath on my lips. Our lips lightly touched, a sharp spark running up and down my body. I felt as if I had been electrocuted and my insides were warm and tingling. He must’ve felt it too, because he looked me in the eyes and leaned forward again, only then reality struck me.
I pulled back, stumbling as I stood up and started to run.
“Wait! I’m sorry, come back!” I heard the boy yell behind me, but I kept running. “Please.” He yelled one last time, the sound disappearing as I got further away. I ran and ran until my house appeared in front of me and then I ran to my room, and crumpled the note for my parents, slumping against the door and sliding down.
The problem wasn’t that he had tried to kiss me, although sure, it was unexpected. The problem was that I had wanted him to.
A/N: sorry for giving you a chapter that's shorter than my penis, i tried. if this is shit, don't be afraid to tell me