We touch, I feel a rush, we clutch, it isn't much,
But it's enough to make me wonder what's in store for us.
It's lust, it's torturous.
...
I'll do whatever it takes, when I'm with you, I get the shakes,
My body aches when I ain't with you, I have zero strength.
There's no limit on how far I would go, no boundaries, no lengths.
Eminem - Space Bound
The next morning I woke up was probably the best in my whole life. Somehow while sleeping, Eric's head ended up on my shoulder and my hand in his hair. Trying my best not to wake him, my fingers trailed their way through his hair in a smoothing manner. His eyes opened slowly, big blue irises meeting my own. A small smile formed on my lips as he just closed his eyes back, groaning, gripping my waist tighter.
"Come on, Eric. I need to take a shower." I whispered to him. Looking back at me he rolled his icy hues, then rolled on his other side. Once in the bathroom, I carefully took my clothes off and gathered them in a pile of dirt. I whimpered at the feeling of the hot water on my bruised skin, but managed to spend a total of 40 good minutes in the bathroom.
When I got back into my room with just a towel wrapped around my waist, the bed was made and my teddy was in the centre. Little things like this he always did, made me smile and fall for him. I could just picture in my head Eric cuddling my teddy. A light laugh left my lips, as I never thought I'd find myself laughing after a day like yesterday, but that's what Eric did to me.
Picking up some of my clothes, I quickly slipped into them then made my way downstairs, finding Eric into the kitchen. He was already making breakfast. So un-Eric.
"Morning, Nora." He said with a big boyish grin that cleaved his face in two. I blinked a few times then sat on one of the chairs and went: "What the fuck happened to you?" He shrugged and focused on the two cups of coffee. "Slept good, I guess."
Taking one of the cups from him and sipping, I had a chance to watch him closer. Though, he got the same chance and I could read hurt in his eyes. He felt bad for me and he was trying to cheer me up. I rolled my eyes at that statement of my own and he frowned in confusion.
Eating the bowl of cereal I had in front of me, I felt kind of bad for refusing his eggs and bacon. My stomach problem didn't allow me to eat any bacon, which sucked. As I nearly finished my cereals Eric's phone rang. Taking it out of his pocket, he frowned and the caller ID then put his phone on the table. It was Mary calling him.
We spent most of the day in silence after that call. Maybe because it was that awkward feeling we got around each other after last night when we slept together, which obviously wasn't like when we were little. Later that evening, while we were watching TV, someone called at the door. Both me and Eric looked quizzically at each other then he got up and went to the door. After a few minutes of waiting I decided to see who it was. Once I stepped into the hall I saw Mary in Eric's arms, kissing him. I could feel my heart breaking into small pieces. Even breathing seemed hard at that moment. Struggling to take a deep breath, I made my way out of the house through the back door. Could my life get any worse than that?
The answer: maybe. Good thing it was almost dawn, because my feet made their way to the only bar I knew they'd serve alcohol to minors. I needed to get drunk and take a lot of things out of my mind.
I was at my 5th glass of vodka with orange juice when Eric showed up from literally nowhere beside me. Well, my mind was so fogged by the alcohol that I never noticed him coming in. I could read annoyance on his beautiful features and his never were stretched to maximum. He sat down beside me and glanced at my drunk form. God, this is the last state I ever wished he'd see me.
"What are you doing here, Nora?" he demanded in a harsh voice. I raised my fifth glass of vodka up towards him. "Getting drunk." I shrugged. He rolled his eyes and I finished that last glass.
"I broke up with her already. Whatever you saw back home was nothing. I'm.." he stumbled all the words at once and I stopped him before he could finish. "Stop right there. I don't care. I don't even want to know." I blurted out, annoyed. It was better if he'd think I didn't give a fuck at all and that I just got drunk because my father was a dick.
Sighing, he got up and grabbed my upper arm. "Let's just go home." Trying to stand up, I could barely feel my legs for they were all jelly-like. He picked me up in his arm as I was laughing too loud for my own good because I couldn't stand up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and took in his enchanting scent. After putting me in his car, I rested my head against the cold glass of the window, hoping to calm down the massive headache that was starting to install in.
He got into the driver's seat and started the car with a soft engine roar that to my drunk being seemed more like a lion roar. I knew I'd throw everything I ate in the last few days up if I didn't kept myself busy with talking, but I also knew I may say some stupid thing if I open my mouth, which precisely happened. "I've always had a crush on you, you know. Ever since I...well...know you." I couldn't believe myself for telling him that, but he kept quiet and I was too scared and too tired to open my eyes and see the expression on his face. Once we reached his house, he just said: "Well, that makes two of us." My eyes flicked wide open as he was just closing his door and making his way to mine.
Still being too drunk, I thought I just hallucinated him saying that so I ignored it. When he opened my door, his arms slipped around me and he picked me up again. "I guess these last two days have showed me what I really feel and with who I truly belong with" his words made me stare up at him in wonder. Just when I opened my eyes and was about to say something stupid, I felt his lips on mine, shutting me up.
It was a sweet lingering kiss that brought some sense in my drunk form. Despite my clouded mind, I knew I wasn't dreaming. I knew it was real. I knew he was feeling the same.
Uhm… Well, firstly, sorry for the crappy chapter. It is the last one. Next week I'm starting high school, therefore I don't know when I'll be able to start another fic. I'll mostly be on Twitter and RP/SL there. I really hope you enjoyed the whole story and again, I want to apologize for this chapter not being that good. Thank you for reading this. Love, Irinaa. =)
