Chapter Nine

“Em, we kissed.” I whisper into the phone. Evan is sleeping on the couch, snoring softly. And I know I should wake him up and send him home, but I feel that his parents can’t be too worried about him, and he’s cute when he sleeps. I can’t bring myself to wake him up. 

“OhMyGod! I’m so excited! I’ll call you tomorrow. I gotta get my beauty sleep!” Em laughs into the phone, her voice obviously pleased. I smile to myself, I can picture her so clearly, twirling around her hotel room, doing a mini happy-dance, hair swirling around her.

“Alright, Goodnight.” I whisper before hanging up. I sit down in the chair across from Evan, and grab a sketchbook. So many emotions that I need to capture. So much beauty, alone in a room with me. I need to get it down on paper, even then I don’t know that it will be enough. I start sketching, two male figures, bodies pressed flush together, lips touching. For good measure I draw some bubbly cartoon hearts floating around their heads. And then it’s onto a sleepy boy, hair mussed, hand thrown carelessly over his eyes slumped on a couch. Finally, two hands clutching each other, as if it’s the only contact left in the world. As if it’s the only thing that matters.

“You’re beautiful when you draw, you know?” Evan murmurs sitting up stretching his arms above his head. I blush scarlet. He pats the couch, and I abandon my sketch pad to sit next to him. I can almost feel the heat radiating off of him. I fold my hands together, neatly. I’m not sure where we stand. 

“What I said, still stands. If you didn’t mean that kiss, I understand. We can pretend it didn’t happen and you can forget about what I said.” Evan whispers eyes trained onto his hands as if they hold the answers to all of the questions in the world. It makes no sense to me, how this beautiful creature could be so self-conscious. How can someone so wonderful, so good be so unsure of them self? 

“Evan, I’ve never done romance. I’ve never done romance with anyone, not a guy, not a girl. You’re sure as hell more experienced in this subject than I am. You’re definatly better than words than I am. I can’t tell you anything except that I want to try. And I’m not saying that this isn’t going to be a living hell. I’m not promising that this isn’t going to be hard, but I feel something for you, that I’ve never felt before. And if that’s not enough of an explanation, then I don’t know what is.” I sigh resting my hand on his knee. I couldn’t say that I was in love with him, but I appreciated his honesty on the matter. I don’t want to jump head first into my first relationship, that just spells out heartbreak, but it’s too late anyhow. I’m falling for this boy regardless of the doubt in my mind, and that’s how it’s going to be from here on out.

“If we’re headed for darkness, I’ll be with you the whole way through.” He murmurs thumb tracing patterns on my skin. It’s the tackiest thing he could possibly say, but I can still feel my heart hammering in my chest at what it implies.

Author's Note

This is just an itty-bit of a filler chapter to lead up to what happens next.
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