So, yeah, I have the Lexicon of Love epi on my ipod and I've watched it a million times, each time wishing that Paige had stayed in the room, you know? So this is what I wish had happened kind of, although I am sure the Degrassi writers would have come up with something a bit better. But who cares, it's fan fiction, right? So enjoy, this is either going to be a oneshot or a continued story, depending on what you guys think. So read, review, and do something else that starts with the letter "r."
"Paige."
The blonde stopped with her hand on the doorknob and slowly turned her head, not wanting to deal with what had just happened.
"Can you please talk to me?" I asked, my eyes set intently, pleadingly, on hers.
Paige took several breaths, trying to form words. "Alex, I--I can't--I'm not--" She became silent as my arm extended to offer her my hand. She hesitantly took it and let me pull her onto the bed. We sat next to each other with our backs propped up against Paige's abundant collection of pillows.
"So, are you gonna tell me what's wrong?" I finally asked, pointing my gaze directly at Paige.
She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her shins. "I don't know, okay?" She didn't speak for several moments. "I guess I'm just…I'm scared." Her last two words were so quiet that I almost didn't hear them. Paige buried her face in her knees.
"Paige," I began, resting my left hand lightly on her right shoulder. "I won't lie to you, the world isn't too fond of the gays. But listen to me--" I leaned closer to her and whispered into her ear: "I would never let anything happen to you." I draped my arm around Paige's upper back and pulled her close. At first I could feel an obvious stiffness throughout her body, but it slowly vanished and she was soon leaning against me.
I began lightly brushing my fingertips along Paige's upper arm, deeply inhaling the scent of her shampoo when she rested her head on my shoulder. I immediately started to zone out--between her scent drifting up my nose and the feeling of her body against mine, I was more calm than I had ever been in my life.
When Paige's breathing evened out and slowed, I realized that she had fallen asleep. I carefully scootched us both down into her bed, trying desperately not to wake her. I reached over her and grabbed the comforter, pulling it over both of us. I was used to sleeping on my right side so I turned away from her, breaking all contact.
It immediately felt wrong, so I turned back to my other side. Paige's left hand slowly reached out and she moved closer, her arm hanging over my side and her face buried in my neck. I moved even closer, placing my right hand on her upper arm and stroking it with my thumb.
I was half-asleep when I sub-consciously put my arms around her waist and pulled her against me, holding her tightly, getting high off of her warmth. She nuzzled into my neck, her right cheekbone and forehead pressing against my skin.
It was at this moment--a moment of mutual perfection and peace, of not having a care in the world except for each other--that I fell asleep with Paige Michalchuk in my arms.
When I woke up I was completely disoriented. I knew immediately that I wasn't in my bed, yet I was outrageously comfortable. That's when it all came rushing back--the dancing, my house, the kiss.
I looked over at Paige. My left arm was still around her shoulders and hers around my waist. I was suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss her. And when I say urge, I don't mean "It would be kind of nice if I could." I mean something like "Good God, I need to kiss her really, really badly."
As if sensing the raging battle inside my head, Paige's eyes suddenly blinked open.
"Hey, sleepy head," I said softly. I could clearly see her change of expression as she too remembered last night. But instead of jumping off of the bed and bolting like I had expected, she simply smiled tiredly and snuggled against me.
"Paige, aren't we gonna be late for school?"
She didn't move with the exception of speaking. "People get sick. People stay home."
I dramatically dropped my jaw, though I really was surprised. "You're going to lie to Mrs. H. and skip?"
"No, we are."
I looked down at her, a small grin on my face. "I knew there was a reason why I liked you so much."
She looked up and locked eyes with me, my pools of brown mixing with her bright spheres of blue. We both leaned in, neither realizing it at the time, and pressed our mouths together.
Compared with last night's, our kiss was amazing. Paige was monumentally less hesitant and we were both into it…very, very into it. We kissed slowly and carefully, working to make every one perfect.
After a moment--an extremely lengthy moment--we finally broke apart, not breaking eye contact. Suddenly, slowly, she put her left hand on my abdomen, then slowly let it drift up into my shirt. She didn't go any further than the bottom of my ribs, but her blazing touch gave me chills. She began caressing the skin of my stomach with her fingers, then slid her hand around my side to my back.
I brought her closer until our noses were almost touching and our legs were pressed together. I gently pulled her hair behind her neck and kissed the side of it, trying to cover every inch.
Suddenly we both stopped and locked eyes once again. This time we embraced, her arms around my waist and mine around her shoulders, and joined our lips in what we wished could be an eternity.
And hell, maybe it would be.